I got all ready for my evening jog after a hard day of work. I was out of town on business and the small southern town was one of my normal monthly visits. I took off my suit and put on my jock strap. Reached into my suitcase and brought out my skimpy white jogging shorts. They fit very tight and showed off every inch of my manhood. I put on my Nikes and hea...
Weeks run Thursday thru Wednesday, as Thursdays are the days the group meets for their weekly updates. This is not a sex story, but rather a story of two individuals meeting and falling in love. * Thursday (Thanksgiving Day) Blaine received a few texts through the day from Aimee, Logan, Angela, and Lisa all wishing him a Happy Thanksgiving. He responded...
Day 1 Cullen rushed home from work. He had the entire week off. Something he'd been waiting for a long time for. It had been nearly 2 years since he had a vacation. But instead of going anywhere this week he was going stay in town. He was staying in town and going to have as much gay sex as possible! "Finally," Cullen exhaled as he opened the front door....
I was working for a small insurance firm that had it's office's next to the back side of a strip mall with a number of businesses including a breakfast and lunch diner. The guy who owned the diner was a good-looking guy name Mike. He was in his mid-thirties and in good shape. He was the main cook for the diner. I'd go there several times a week for both brea...
I was online and horny as usual. Tonight I had posted a message on a gay cruising .org kindda site indicating that I wanted to suck a man's cock really bad as soon as possible. My profile indicates that I am a bottom and that I love to suck cock. My profile pictures there of me in action reinforce that fact along with a couple of testimonials from men who I...
Riverbend Equestrian Park was a pretty fancy name for a pretty fancy place. It was located just west of Lexington, Kentucky, in rolling green-pastured hills sectioned off with gleaming-white fences and was a "have-it-all" sort of enterprise when it came to horses, or nearly it all. Colonel Jameson, the man who lived in the white-brick antebellum house in t...
After saying our goodbyes in the predawn light, it was time to head off on our road trip. Josh had gotten a call at about 1 am from his workplace - they were called to help the US Forest service as they were mobilizing a large group of firefighters with some big fires that were burning in the Sequoia National forest and their logistical support guys needed h...
This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
I was driving along minding my own business, this truck swerves thru two lanes and cuts me off, one of those trucks with the over sized tires, huge muffler, very noisy, raised up in the air, black, I did not see the make of the truck but it was there in front of me. I honked my horn he reaches out and gives me the finger, well now I'm mad. I followed him, he...
During the summer of '82 I just turned 20 and lived right by the toll-way truck stop in a suburb of Chicago. I would frequent the truck stop restrooms and the drivers in their trucks on a fairly regular basis in the evenings when I was horny and in need of some cock. One warm summer evening I dressed in a pair of red flimsy running shorts, the kind that had...