Gay Nipples And Muscles Stories

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Awakening

by up4anything0849 on Jul 3, 2019
Gay Male

The building that I work in has a gym that's available to use. So in an effort to get in better shape I had decided rather than sitting down at my desk for lunch I would hit the gym. It's not like I'm in terrible shape, I just needed to lose a few pounds off my 5'10, 175lb body. The great thing about this gym was that it was hardly ever used by anyone. I c...

Stan and Me Pt. 03

by thevirgin47 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

CHAPTER FOUR I stand with my back against the shower wall. My mind reeling from the best blowjob I had ever been given. I look down at Stan and he is grinning from ear to ear. He takes his thumb and wipes the cum from the corner of his mouth and sucks it clean. He looked so fucking handsome there on his knees. I slide down the wall until I am sitting in fr...

A Quick One

by Roger010 on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

He's the mid 40s muscle stud daddy who picked me up in the hotel bar. I'm the horny stud muffin, 20 years younger. We'd chatted and joked at the bar, half watching a hockey game on a big screen TV on the wall. We were getting along. I liked his style, his confident, masculine presence, and the way he put me at ease. It was clear he was interested in me, me i...

Dear Diary Ch. 04

by carsonshepherd on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Tuesday September 14, 1988 10:55 pm Here I Go Again. Oh God oh fuck oh God. The locker room. Today. I still can't fucking believe it, my hands are shaking so bad I almost can't write this. Coach was really pissed because we had such a bad practice. Mostly he was pissed at Travis and me because we kept screwing up the snaps. I was too distracted knowing h...

The Down Low

by UltimateSwitch on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Tyrell James was 23 years old. He was happily married to Shawna, and they had two children. And a third on the way. Tyrell worked as a construction worker during the day and that was good. He liked working with his hands and he made good money to support his wife. Tomorrow was valentines day. Tonight was going to be for him and his boy Dom to hang out. Shawn...

Shirtcocking Stocky Studs

by danielblue on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Phil was sitting alone on a nudist beach and just about to pack up and head home because the beach was deserted. He had driven over a hundred miles to get to this place and he was very disappointed. Instead of wall to wall cocks and beefy butts all he saw was empty sand and pounding surf. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, three stocky guys appeared and looked...

Max's Big Gay Carwash Ch. 01

by GoodTimesStrangerAdventures on Aug 28, 2017
Gay Male

18+ Adults Only ***** I had recently purchased a new sports sedan. I really wasn't at the point of ownership where I felt comfortable just letting anyone have access to my car. So rather than go to one of those detail places I set out in search of a "do it yourself" spray and go where you could just use quarters for time with the hoses and brushes. The fi...

Mr. Jones & Me Ch. 03

by ro_star on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Thanks to all those people (especially Ed – thanks for sharing) who sent me ideas and feedback for this new chapter in the Mr Jones series. This follows on from Ch 1, Ch 2 and Ch 2.5. This one was the hardest to write; hence it took a while to complete. Hope it meets your expectations. I sat in class, the last lesson of the day, feeling my asshole still rec...

Moving to a Retirement Community Ch. 09

by JJgreenville on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

Rob and I retired to my bedroom where we sat on each side of the bed and began to undress. I looked over at him and he was bent over taking off his shoes an socks and his shirt was riding up his back, exposing the top of his butt crack to me. I decided to hold my judgement until I saw him completely naked, so I turned around and continued getting my things o...

On the Docks

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I was moving among the containers on the dock, looking for the one that had the goods I'd had shipped from Portugal in it, when I reached a pocket of isolated dock space between the stacks of truck containers and the waterfront. I was about to turn and move back along the row of containers to examine the numbers on the other side of the tight aisle, when I h...