I was always shy to wear my brief in public. I was working on the road and used my speedo app to find a local pool. I'd been really apprehensive to wear my brief to the pool without a bail out. In the past, I'd put on my jammer and throw on a pair of gym shorts over them and go to lap swim. I'd always have my 2" brief in my gym bag just in case I worked up t...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. *** THE SWIM TEAM, PART V - COACH HAL "A job?" Dennis asked, one eyebrow raising over the other. That sounded like a terrible idea. "Yes, a job," his father responded through bites of his bacon and eggs. "You've had a week to adjust to life back at home. Ther...
The group of people that had arrived on the beach was far off when Digitalis and Arthur stepped out onto the sunny beach. Their vehicles were parked in a cluster away from Digitalis's van, and that was just as well, in Digitalis's opinion. He and Arthur gathered up their towels, and the group in the waves - a mixed group of renoige, humans, and hamans - didn...
BEEP BEEP! A honk sounded from the road and I jumped, startled by the sudden noise. "Fuck," I swore, stuffing my spare clothes into my beach bag and hurrying to the door to slide on pink flip-flops. They were my sister's, not mine, but she said I could borrow them as long as I was going to the beach. I figured real men wear pink so hopefully they didn't ea...
I was traveling on vacation with my wife and never even considered this would become an opportunity to explore a gay sexual adventure. I haven't been with another man for almost two years and while I thought about exploring that side of my sexuality on occasion, I just hadn't searched out another experience, but things were about to change. As we arrived at...
I had always felt a little different growing up. I was probably a little more sexual than most people were, but it was a private thing. I didn't sleep around or do anything most would consider wild; but nonetheless, a part of me was different from most guys. It is difficult to explain, but it is as if I have lace under my exterior of leather. It wasn't an ev...
The air whipped past our faces as I drove sixty down Havensmill Rd. toward my friend Hallie's house. With me was my best friend Kail, who had just gone with me to a church dinner. Kail was an awesome guy. He was about 6'2 and had an amazing wrestler's body that wasn't too bulky but very toned. He also had piercing blue eyes and a smile that melted all your c...
Being a young man growing up on a farm gave me lots of long hard days of work. It also gave me almost unlimited freedom. Days of being by myself with nothing around me but land. Visited only by my dad or our hired hand David. David was a 40-ish slender man. Short thinning hair and skin that looked like leather caused by years of rough work in all kinds of...
Friday night, the end of another strenuous work week. Every night, it’s the same: be there at 10, get off at 3. I liked my hours at the shipping factory. It was late, not a lot a noise and I worked by myself. I wasn’t a hateful person, I just preferred working alone. I certainly wasn’t one to turn heads, either, being of average height and a slight weight of...
"Damn! I have so much to do before Christmas, And I want to get home early to see Rory," I thought. My son Rory is nineteen years old and a freshman in a large Ivy League university. Rory is an only child and has always been his father's and my pride and joy. A gifted student and a tremendous swimmer, we were so proud when he was accepted to college and ask...