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Running Shirtless

by HenryApril on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

I love going running on a nice sunny day without a shirt. Several times a week, weather permitting, I run a couple of miles along a road next to the National Forest. If it's a weekday when I have to be at work, I run in the late afternoon. If a weekend, in the morning. Save for a month or so in the winter, I don't need a shirt and I don't want one. I love...

EDM After-Party

by RoyMarksman13 on Feb 25, 2019
Gay Male

Danny was shirtless when I arrived at his house - still undecided on whether to wear a blue or white tank top to the concert. He was hot in every sense of the word. He was 6'2" and ripped from head to toe, the result of playing hockey his whole life. I was always jealous of him. My body, on the other hand, refused to grow taller than 5'8". And while I'm in...

The One I will Never Forget Pt. 02

by koksocker333 on Mar 18, 2020
Gay Male

Ron stood there in the entrance to my bedroom, shirtless, me kissing him, nerves were taking over him, he was terrified, scared, but I could tell he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I had him pressed to my bedroom door as I was kissing him, his arms at his sides, mine holding his face. "Tom Please I can't do this, I'm your boss, it will complicate things,...

The Married Man

by b00nd0cksaint on Sep 14, 2020
Gay Male

I saw him online. Another typical shirtless torso, but a hot torso in a small town. You don't find many of those. But this torso was different than the rest: he was actually talking. His stats: 36 years old, 5'9", 160lbs, muscular, Caucasian, 6 inches cut, straight/bisexual, married (to a woman), closeted, 3 kids. My stats: 23 years old, 6'2", 185lbs, athl...

Not One For Weddings Ch. 03

by FoodOfLove on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The soft morning light streaming in through the window is what finally woke me up. Fluttering my eyes open, I was confronted by an unfamiliar sight - a shirtless chest beneath me, an arm flung over me, a strong leg weighing on top of mine. A smile crept over me as memories of the night before washed over me; the coat closet, dancing at the wedding, making...

Werewolf Ch. 02

by Sassiwolf7 on Aug 31, 2017
Gay Male

As I am walking the streets my neck, shoulder and chest are bleeding yet I cannot feel a thing. Sadly this far off the main path no one is around to notice me stumbling down the street shirtless, bleeding and wondering how I got raped by a werewolf. After a few nameless streets I found one I recognized and started towards my apartment, seeing no one along th...

Military Boy Lost

by CA808 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

It was a hot and humid summer and the club was packed on a Saturday night which was great for business and of course, a chance for the late night fun that might find its way to me. No such luck as the hot shirtless guys was sweating and dancing, downing shots or sipping their cocktails and beers. I went outside because I felt the heat inside a small dark cra...

Bitch and Bear: The Beginning

by KendallJames on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Bear was rolling down Rt 2 toward Lincoln when he saw him-- carrying a small backpack, walking tanned and shirtless, in tight jeans and boots. Not hitching, but looking over his shoulder as Bear approached. He pulled to a stop beside him-- tall, long-legged, with a tight ass. "Nice bike." "Wanna ride Bitch?" "I'll ride-- and I love it when you call me Bi...

Jesse

by anastasiareeves on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

The club was packed, just like it was every Saturday night. I was standing against the wall watching Jesse grind up against some shirtless twink, just like I did every time we went clubbing. Sweaty bodies approached me and asked me to dance, but I declined. It was my job to keep an eye on Jesse. Granted it was a self-appointed position, but it was important...

Thor's Training Ch. 03: In Bed

by bigsubject on Jul 4, 2018
Gay Male

I had a hazy memory of getting into the passenger side of my Barracuda, the old bucket seat harder than my driver seat. I felt my shirtless back, sweaty in the cold air, stick to the leather. I handed Lan my wallet. He asked me if I still lived where my license said. I nodded. God, my car was awesome. 424 engine with the raised inflow in the hood. Fresh sme...