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In Business For Myself

by Daniel


For many years, my dad worked as a masseur at a men's club in Los Angeles. That wasn't something my mom or I wanted friends to know or felt comfortable talking about. It got worse when dad took over management of the club and wanted me working there part-time cleaning the pool and jacuzzi. All I needed was a friend to walk in and see me, then it would be all over the next day. That's exactly what happened, and the teasing and the jokes never let up. The next thing I knew, dad had a massage table set up at our backyard pool and was bringing customers home. "Rich customers who leave big tips," was his excuse. Because I wasn't the most macho acting guy or had girlfriends hanging around the pool, word spread that I had set up that table to "entertain" gay guys. That was "cool," according to a couple of high profile football players---a reaction I never expected from either of them. Then they started calling me at home: "Hey, do you think you could help my sore back?" the first one asked. The second one wanted me to work on a sore leg. I dreamed about getting those two naked and up on the table. "Sure," I finally agreed, my heart racing. God, he was beautiful standing there on the porch, and he was going to come in and take off all his clothes so I could touch him. I couldn't believe it "What about you?" he asked, lifting off his T-shirt. "Aren't you going to get undressed?" I knew from the way he looked at me he wasn't interested in help for a sore back. And then a huge boner appeared as he shoved down his briefs. The sore back was an excuse to come over, he admitted. "And the other guy?" I asked. "He's waiting out in the car. You want me to call him in?"

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9 Gay Erotic Stories from Daniel

El Suplente

El suplente Esta es una historia real Todo sucedió hace 8 años, yo tenia 18 años y estudiaba en el Liceo. A mitad de año escolar nos cambiaron a la profesora de Biología y nos pusieron a un suplente por el resto del año. En aquel entonces yo no sabia o mejor dicho no admitía mi homosexualidad. En fin el suplente era un Adonis, 1,80 mts, tez blanca, pelo

I Know What You Want In Your Mouth, Part 1

THIS IS A TRUE STORY AS IN IT REALLY HAPPENED IN MY DEVIOUS IMAGINATION AND NOWHERE ELSE. CAN YOU GET ANY MORE REAL THAN THAT? SO IT BEGINS, I'M FREQUENTING 'THE VOID' THE NEW POPULAR LA NIGHTCLUB WHERE MOST OF THE WEST HOLLYWOOD GAY POPULACE CALLS HOME THESE NIGHTS OF THE WEEK NOW WHEN SOMETHING AMAZING OCCURS WHICH CHANGES MY ENTIRE LIFE FOREVER. HERE I WAS JUST EXPECTING TO

I Know What You Want In Your Mouth, Part 2

I LAUGHED A LITTLE WHEN HE SAID THAT THEN WENT BACK OUTSIDE TO THE DANCE FLOOR. "LISTEN CHRIS, I'M PROBABLY GONNA GO," I SAID TO HIM. "SURE, SURE," CHRIS SAID BARELY PAYING ATTENTION, HE WAS WITH TWO HANDSOME MEN AND IT LOOKED AS IF HE WAS GOING TO BE A LONG BUSY NIGHT IN THE MIDDLE FOR CHRIS. SO I WENT OUT TO THE PARKING LOT TO FETCH MY CAR WHEN I HEARD A VOICE CALL

In Business For Myself

For many years, my dad worked as a masseur at a men's club in Los Angeles. That wasn't something my mom or I wanted friends to know or felt comfortable talking about. It got worse when dad took over management of the club and wanted me working there part-time cleaning the pool and jacuzzi. All I needed was a friend to walk in and see me, then it would be all over the next day.

My Polish Friend

Jan and I have known each other for 7 years, ever since he came to NY from Poland. When I met him, he was barely 19, right off the farm, struggling to learn English and the American way. He was incredibly naive and unsuspecting. I couldn't help but feel attracted to him, in a brotherly, protective way. Jan was shocked when we he learned I was gay. He couldn't believe

On Vacation In London

My wife and I were on vacation in London a few years ago. One day while visiting a museum, I was having a terrible stomach ache. Knowing my body, I would be a while. So my wife went on touring the museum and I went to the men's room. While I was sitting there, I noticed a rather large hole that looked to the next stall. I sensed I was being watched. While I am not gay or

Summer Job

I had decided to advertise for someone to help me in the summer mowing the lawn, painting, and doing some of the hundred and one other jobs that summer in the northeast always seemed to produce. It was not so much that I needed the help as that I enjoyed having someone around to work with me. The first night that the ad ran in the local paper my telephone rang. My caller

Vincent

Aku berusia dalam awal 30 an. Sebagai seorang yang bekerja dalam bidang profesional, bukan cadangan aku nak menceritakan pengalaman kerja aku, tetapi pengalaman hidup aku yang sangat berharga untuk tatapan kaum sejenis ku. Aku memang suka berkongsi pengalaman dan mendengar,membaca pengalaman orang lain tentang kehidupan yang begitu mencabar selain dari makan dan minum sahaja.

With My Hairdresser

I had been curious about men for a while now. Ned was my hairdresser. He was very gay. He was so gay that he often cross-dressed at work. He could do that because he owned the salon. He also had a beard! As well as a hairdresser, he was an artist. His paintings were of nude men. I played with him a bit during one of my haircuts. I asked him if any of his paintings were of real

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