I was very frustrated and horny as hell as I boarded the car train in Sanford, Florida heading to Charlotte, North Carolina. My car was on board as I was going to be staying in Charlotte for at least three months. The Company I worked for was sending me to our Charlotte branch to oversee the start up of a new computer system that I had help develop over the...
**DISCLAIMER** This story contains scenes of sex between two men. If this offends you in any way or is illegal where you live, stop reading now and leave. I woke up with the sun shining on my face through the blinds, and Daniel's warm body pressed against mine. The previous night's events ran through my mind, and I smiled with satisfaction as I closed my e...
Mikey, a studly 18-year old finds himself intimate for the first time with Mike, his namesake 24-year old uncle whom he's idolized all his life during a cross-country drive. Steve is the 20-year old collegiate gymnast who hitches a ride with them. As he lay between my legs, Steve and I were still grasping each other's arms. His arms were extended over his h...
My eyelids were heavy, heavier perhaps than they had ever been. My ribs still hurt when I moved, even shuddered, so I stayed as still as possible. The breeze was soothing. I could only just feel it, ruffling my hair. The sun was also gone, I could tell from the lack of light behind my eyelids. How long had I been knocked out? A few hours? It wouldn't be the...
He just wanted his team to win. Coach Smith was tall and muscular and handsome and he had not been accustomed to loosing in life. At 24 he had a beautiful wife and promising career. Now at 35 he had been a coach for 11 years and things weren't going so well. He was still married but the career was less promising. Smith was a dedicated football coach at smal...
I was feeling bored one night so I decided to go to a popular club (not gay) close to where I lived. I wore my tight jeans that reveled by bubble butt and jock lines and a skintight t-shirt. As usual it was packed out. Great live music, people were dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing. I worked my way through the crowd to the bar ordered my drink, found...
This is a true story, you should read chapters 1-3 in order for this to make sense to you. * After the meeting with Jim and Laura described in Chapter 3 I continued to meet with them on a regular basis. A process evolved where I would email Laura and ask if I could visit, and she would set the time. Eventually we settled in to a rhythm of meeting every cou...
Best to read Part 1 before reading this: Both Gil and I were quiet the rest of the way to his house. He had drunk a lot, and obviously needed to crash, and I was preoccupied by what had happened in the cabana. I couldn't quite sort out my feelings, but one of them was definitely guilt and another was shame. But there was a dash of something else, too, that...
The following weekend would be our first large meet of the season. Coach Homes added extra morning practices with both weights and swimming, so there would be two daily three hour workouts per day over next two weeks. It was tough, but definitely would make a difference in my preparation. I attempted to steer clear of Kent, which was difficult since we both...
As I was feeling a little tight in my back I decided to check out the local paper for a masseuse, one in particular catching my attention. It said, "men's massage from 9am". The fact it was men's massage made my mind wonder about a happy ending. This thought alone made my desire for male pleasure tingle along my cock as I hurriedly rang him to book in. I wa...