CHAPTER 1 Kyle Sinclair, the main character -- let us call him the hero -- of this story, is a Chicagoan; active, young, muscular, sexually superbly equipped and totally gay. Kyle comes from a working class family living in the western suburbs of the city and has never paid much attention to learning anything at school, which, when he was eighteen he left r...
About three weeks went by without me seeing Mike at all. He was spending all his time at the gym getting ready for the Central Florida Body Building Competition. He stopped posing for me after his leg workouts and he no longer needed me to measure his arms after his arm routine. Pretty much, I could tell he was avoiding me. There were a couple of conditions...
My apologies for posting the same chapter twice! So sorry...hope some of the hot action in this chapter makes up for it! ***** Chapter 12 I was coming to and felt a strange sensation deep inside of me. I started to move but realized I was with Aaron and he had his arms wrapped tightly around me. I felt a presence inside of me and it was growing and thicke...
8====>~ It was my day off, but I stopped by the shop anyway to get the address of the mechanic Cody used when his car acted up. A pizza guy's life blood is a car they can depend on, and mine had began acting up the previous night. My last couple of hours, it decided it didn't want to start a few times and I had to use a hammer to tap the starter motor to ge...
The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...
I'm tall, and used to wear long hair down my back in a big braid. I lived at the gym. My friends called me Thor. I have a nice big, fat cock and know how to use it. I would fuck any hot boy that walked. They often ended up calling me 'sir', even though all the master/slave stuff didn't interest me. We all get older. We can't work out all the time. The golde...
All people in this fictitious story are over 18 years of age. All characters are fictitious and if anyone seems familiar it is purely coincidental. *** Kevin had turned 19 years old. It was like a clock had awakened inside him. He had seen his friend Johnny 30 years old and had gone through some hypnosis sessions with him. Johnny had put suggestions in Ke...
Peter kept thinking about his first time during the drive to Mark's apartment. He and Janna had been dating for two years, gradually progressing from tongue kissing to mutual masturbation. The last time, in the back seat of his dad's Suburban, he'd pulled her panties down, then eaten and fingered her to orgasm. She'd given him a great blow job. After he'd c...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
On a shrimp boat trawler well out to sea, you and a big muscle-bound bruiser of questionable intellect are telling me while we are taking a coffee break in the trawler I'd signed on for my sophomore summer in college that the senior crew all have privileges with the new guy. Just an initiation—like crossing the equator for the first time. But more fun. What...