"Get moving you fucking fags!" the trainer roared across the playing field. Jake, covered in sweat, reluctantly obeyed. He was tired and dried out, but damn it he wouldn't be the weak link. So he kept running. The match was already in their favor. Jake's team had scored 3 goals, while the opponents where hardly able to pass the ball to each other. But that...
During my college days I never considered myself to be anything other than straight, I was on the school soccer team, had my fair share of women and was pretty much one of the boys. By the time I was in my senior year I felt like I was on a role. My work at the gym had really started paying off. I was about 6 feet tall with dark brown hair slim waist with a...
The Party Continues It had taken me a while to realize it but I am attracted to alpha men. Confident, strong studs do it for me. Sometimes even the toxically masculine, I am ashamed to say. A big, hard dick is worth its weight in gold. In college, for a while I was in denial about it... only to message a hook-up of mine. He was one of the assistant coaches...
I had been working at the hotel for a couple of weeks and so far had been enjoying it. It's one of those boutique hotels in the city centre, pretty high-end – we get a few celebs and politicians in. I run the front desk and double as night manager sometimes. Even though hotel work can be a bit anti-social and I don't see as much of my girlfriend as she'd l...
Chapter 2 - Loving and Giving Stewart, Stewie Donovan awoke with a feeling of warmth and contentment he hadn't felt in a long time. A slight movement set up a chain reaction of aches and twinges throughout his body. Some were due to less pleasurable reasons and he consciously forced them from his mind. Instead he focused on the internal ache that heralded m...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks And there I was, thinking we would all patiently wait in 'purgatory' for the duration, in solidarity with Jeremy. smh@y'all! Please don't forget to add your e-mail addresses when you send me private messages/feedback. To be able to send responses to all your mails...even the threateni...
I keep asking myself, was it an accident really? Whoa, let me step back a bit. My name is Dean and I am 41 years old. I had, until very recently been happily married but things turned sour and my wife and I split. Totally depressed and despondent I decided to quit London, where I had lived my entire life, and move out to the coast. It was easier for me...
Lukas woke up on a Sunday morning by the light shining directly on his face and birds chirping in one of the trees outside his window. He was just about to get up and close the blinds when he remembered that they were still laying on the ground in front of the window, waiting to be put up after his recent move. He looked to his left and right if there was a...
So he bends over to pick up the bottle opener, his jeans so far down you can see his arse inside his boxers, and I say, "Fuckin' 'ell, Tyler! Are you deliberately flashin' me an eyeful o' wank-fodder!" He turned to grin at me, still bending over, and reached round to the back his boxers to yank them down a bit and show off his chubby white cheeks. He made a...
Here's the next chapter. It's a bit longer than I would have liked, but there were plot bits I had to get in. I hope that the melodrama isn't too high... * "Fuck Neill, fuck Liam," ran through my mind as my car sped through town. "I don't need this shit. I don't mean anything? Fuck him then." I was angry and sad at the same time, and it took about fifteen...