This is my account of my first sexual encounter. I was very fully developed with a pedigree at all types of sports and games. I was generally regarded as the local sports hero and I just lived for my next sporting event. I had been through the wet dreams and other nightly emission sequences which were unexpected but had been exciting, and I was dealing with...
It was my third time at my neighborhood gym and I was having a pretty good workout. I had just finished up 20 reps of skullcrushers with a 10 lb weight and was feeling pretty good about myself. I decided i would try out the bench press. I knew it was a difficult exercise so I started light - with no weight on the bar. I laid down, but as soon as I lifted th...
I'm sorry to say that when my friend tells me he's going to start working out, I laugh at him. "You? Lifting weights with a bunch of meatheads? Don't tell me you're going to start posting shirtless selfies on Instagram and all that." A husky, awkward guy with a big Greek nose and patchy facial hair, my friend rubs the back of his head with a cringe. He has...
This story is dedicated to Tolyk, who inspired this story and to Svenskaflicka, who desired it enough for me to write it. This story is a vignette - pure unadulterated sex scene. PWP at its finest. I do write story-based erotica (see my profile), but this is just down and dirty smut. Don't forget to send feedback. Your e-mails are my only payment and the b...
My stories that are posted under "That Moment When..." are supposed to be short stories to help stimulate your mind to the possibilities of how they could play out. That makes for great reading as you can usually see several ways. However, when I posted this in a much shorter version elsewhere, my readers kept asking for it to continue, so it is a much longe...
By six a.m. Alex was out of the tent and jogging down Anderson road toward Williams Road to explore the summer countryside of Maine. At that early morning hour it was quiet and peaceful. On his return, he took the part of Anderson road that hugged Bunganut Lake. When he re-entered the campground he passed by campsite B1; Steve's location. He slowed. Out in...
It smelled of mud and grass. Voices became clearer, but still felt dim and far from me. Blurry bright lights flooded my vision. I saw the silhouette of football players trying to aid me to my feet. I can hardly open my eyes. I precariously stand, held by two guys who walk me slowly to the lockers. Cannot recognize them, they seem enthusiastic, don't know why...
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...
The next day I woke to find that I could barely walk from my workout. In particular, my thighs and ass were so sore and stiff so as to be almost immobile. As I waddled around the kitchen, Carlie arrived home from work. Carlie worked as a night-shift nurse and we generally saw eachother only in the mornings on days of the week that we both worked. "Hey Ba...
I'd been working at the pool for, oh, maybe 18 months? Times had been hard. My wife Jane had left four years earlier, she'd found out that I'd been having an affair. In fact I'd had several affairs. I think Jane had known for sometime that I was unfaithful, it was only when I took a girl home and fucked her on the front porch while Jane listened upstairs tha...