I’m a simple guy. One who takes life seriously, for the most part, and handles my responsibilities well. The year before I turned 40, I had a strong urge to get out of New England and see a little bit of the country. I didn’t know where I would end up, but I knew that I couldn’t live in New England any more. I wanted to live somewhere where I could see the horizon without a mountain in the...
Steve and I had been best of friends for the last 4 years. We worked in the same place, and got to know each other pretty well. We both had a lot in common, which kept us close. Our common interests, such as sports, jazz, and photography among other interests enabled us to spend a lot of time together. We would have lunch together, go to sporting events together, get together after work for a...
My years with the Boy Scouts were most memorable just after my eighteenth birthday. I always had had a crush on Mike, one of our younger Scoutmasters, and once I turned 18, we were paired as Tent Partners more often than not. The summer just after my birthday was the best. We were paired together with another SM, Pat. The three of us would share a cabin tent while we were chaperoning the...
I was just trying to get ahead of my work. I didn’t expect a late night working in the library to turn into something more… Let me start over. My name is Richard… Richard Rubre (Pronounced Rub-er)… Just call me Dick. My parents were of the hippie variety — I think too much pot during their teen years made them a touch perverse — and they wonder why they ended up with a gay son. I’m a senior at...
I run in a park with a jogging track just a block from my house. I'm 24, runner's build, 6' and long dark hair. My bod's really tan because I jog in just Speedos. I take care of my body, stretching before I run and doing weights for strength. Bod's pretty much peak. I don't want to pull a hamstring or anything for that matter. The only thing I want pulled is my 8" cock. One morning I was...
This story is the property of the author. All copyrights belong to the author. If you have the chance, please check out my other stories under titles with “redneck,” Toby Keith, Kenny Chesney, Tim McGraw, etc. No claim to any actual person’s sexual preference is noted here (get it--fantasies). If you like one I have many; I will e-mail any you might want “McAfee” virus checked. E-mail is...
Hot Frottage session: Clash of the Titans “Huge” is the only way I could describe his thighs, like tree trunks, monument pillars, these things were amazing. “He” is a body builder I met at my local gym a couple months ago. He was 6” 2 235 lbs of pure black muscle. His muscle had that soft puffy look like an off-season bodybuilder before they cut down on their carb intake before...
Short Story by Michael Gouda A sheet of the New York Post, blown by the gritty November wind, wrapped itself around his legs. Lucas Dexter peeled it off, screwed it into a ball and threw it into the night. On second thoughts he wondered whether it might have been more sensible to keep it as insulation against the cold. First night without a roof over his head and his head still buzzed from...
Water Rat 2: Choices (Please read “Water Rat” first. This is intended as an epilogue.) I had been bound at the wrists for almost a full day. Stranded on this island had turned into one of the most important and life-altering experiences I have ever had. I discovered that all of the games, all of the passion and sexual adventure of my life to this point was meaningless. I had found total...
“Hey, stud, you coming out tonight?” It was that annoying guy again. I never knew why he called me a stud. I’m not all that. “I don’t think so,” I said. “I think I’m staying in.” “There’s a stripper here you’ll love. He’s got a foot-long dick!” Well, maybe I’d go out after all. I can’t resist a hung guy and a good challenge. What was I going to do anyway, sit at home online and go to...
Don’t Drink the Wine Mosel River Valley, Germany, August (c) Copyright 1999 - 2000, Michael Edmond, All Rights Reserved Say Something Eloquent and Don’t Click Your Heels “Ah, good morning, Herr von Hohenland, I mean Herr Edmond.” Herr von Leichen enthusiastically greeted me as I entered his study. “Did you sleep well?” “Yes. Yes, I did,” I answered. My enthusiasm...
I had received a phone call from two friends around eleven in the morning on that Saturday, an impromptu invitation to a concert. Another friend had suffered a devastating break-up and the person designated for the third ticket had stayed behind to console her. I never paid much attention to music, just not that interested, I guess. I picked up some likes and dislikes here and there, listened...
I'm Chris. I'm a college athlete. This actually happened last Christmas break at a small midwestern college. Christmas break--for most of my college friends--but athletes playing winter sports were back on campus two days after Christmas for winter practice. Winter athletes - swimmers, basketball players, hockey players - a very mixed group. I'm a swimmer - freestyle sprints and 50 and 100 fly...
It was a Saturday night; my friends and I decided to go to the disco to have a few beers, and relax after the exam. I strolled through the club, checking out all the men as I walked, while my friends danced on the dance floor. Some of the men on the dance floor had removed their shirts, and their muscular chests were shining with sweat, their cocks bulging under their jeans as they did slow bump...
Tonight I was feeling extremely horny and decided to try my luck at an old cruising spot near where I live. This area is a picnic area with bathroom for the public and is known as an area where a lot of married men cruise to get blowjobs from guys like me. As I pulled into the picnic area, I noted that there was a car parked near the last table on a one-way circular drive thru the area. I...
When you land in Venice, you land on the mainland. The rest of the trip is by water. The tourists generally take the ferry, which is cheap but slow. I was eager to start my photographic assignment, documenting the damage the sea has done to sinking Venice. I decided to take a 'Vaporetta', sort of an Italian speedboat--more expensive and much faster. At the dock, I picked the boat with the...
I ride my 10-speed everywhere. I'm 22, 5'8", 145 pounds, with long, sun-bleached hair (I should wear a helmet but I don't). My body is in good shape just because of all the biking. I'm still in college, a senior. I live in the French Quarter in New Orleans. My college is about 8 miles from the Quarter—so I ride my bike there every day. On a good day, I can make the trip in 25 minutes, but...
This is a true story…this actually happened to me on Sunday Morning 7-13-03. Hi again! It's been a while since I have had an adventure to write about. I was on my usual Sunday bike ride, and I was thinking about some personal things, when I ran off of the trial! It was a hot—102 degrees Fahrenheit, and there was practically no one riding. I wasn’t hurt, just frustrated that I messed up my...
Well this story is great because I met this guy at a buffet restaurant. We were serving ourselves our plates and almost bumped into each other when he excused himself, he was just staring at me immensely. The second time we went to serve ourselves he asked me that if I noticed him staring at me and I said, yes, but I was very nervous. He told me if we could get together for a beer and pool. ...
I was in a really shity mood. I had just lost the last of my unemployment benefits and had 20 bucks to my name. I knew I had a fridge full of food and a plane ticket home to New York at the end of the week so I thought I would spend my last few bucks at a male adult movie house right up the street. There was a drizzle coming down so for the few blocks to the theatre I had worn my hooded...
Well this story just recently took place during the Spring Break of 2003... I must say that while my job isn't that hard it can be boring at times but I must say that I am very thankful for working on this very evening. I had been at work for about 8 hours and I was very tired from all the hard work I had put in. I was working by myself because we are usually so slow that we only need one...
It was a hot may day in central Texas, and I was out at a local flea market looking for something I just couldn't live without. I'd been at the flea market a number of times and really didn't find anything, but the eye-candy was always good. I had almost decided to go home when I saw a couple of pieces of McCoy pottery, which I do like a lot. I was looking at it with some interest, when the...
It was a rainy day as I sat in my car in the forest preserve looking for "Mr. right now". I had a portable DVD player and was watching some gay porn while stroking my 7-inch cock as it poked out of the fly of my 501 cut-offs. A sound alerted me to the fact that a northwest suburban bus was making it's way through the woods roadway. The bus was about the size of a hotel transport and looked to be...
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