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Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 1

by RobertFoley


I looked around my apartment and made sure everything was in place for Erik. He only deserves the best of the best, so when I moved I had to take so many things into account. I ended up outside of the town center, but it was a brand new apartment, he had his own room and bathroom, and the balcony on the fifth floor was more than safe. Confident that everything was in order and ready for us to spend the weekend, I walked out and got to my car.

I turned left onto the Northeast Union Hill Road and immediately passed a Gold’s Gym. That was a perk for me more than anyone else. The road had some of the newest buildings in Redmond, Washington, including my own apartment building. It passes the Microsoft Millennium Campus on the left, before quite suddenly becoming a narrower road that leads you past Arthur Johnson Park and then takes you into the hills. The trees still looked a lovely green in September and at 71 degrees (22 Celsius) it felt like a lovely day. The road took me into King County and the first traffic lights I encountered, reminded me to go right. Then soon enough, on my left hand, I could see Dickinson Preschool and Elementary appear.

I drove onto the parking lot, parked and got out. I saw some other parents waiting around, chatting to each other. I didn’t know anyone, so I leaned back against my car, scrolling through my phone, waiting for Erik to appear. I was early, I noticed, it had only been a 5 minute drive.

“Hey, aren’t you Erik’s Dad?” The truck that had just pulled up a few spaces from mine had a tall man exiting. He had dirty blond hair and a scruffy beard that had some grey spots in it. He wore a white V-neck T-shirt that strained across his chest, khaki Dockers and sneakers. His smile was incredibly sexy. “Yeah, that’s me”, I said. “I’m Ryan’s Dad, Erik had a play-date with him before the summer?” “Oh yeah, I remember a Ryan”, I said. “David Neill”, the man introduced himself. “Sergey”. “Sergey…?” I laughed. “Sergey Dmitrievich. Good luck with that one.” I winked at him. He laughed. “Should not have been curious”, he said, “Sergey I can handle”. I noticed I could see his nipples through his T-shirt and I then tried to look anywhere else. “So the rumor is you and your wife are separated?” I shrugged. “Yeah, it’s true.” “Apparently three couples split up over the summer who have a kid in this pre-school. Me and my wife are another one”. “I’m sorry to hear that”, I said. “Right back at ya, buddy”, he replied as he looked toward the school.

A white Volvo rolled up close to where we were standing. “And there’s the third new divorced Dad”, David said. A man got out of the car that took my breath away. I estimated him just under 6 feet, he had perfectly styled short salt and pepper hair and absolutely rocked a light brown mustache with some light scruff. He wore a blue button down-shirt and black slacks. He had just as broad a frame as David. I felt like his blue eyes looked right into my soul, like with one look he knew me inside and out. His picture could be in the dictionary next to DILF. “Hey Brett! I found our third member!” The man smiled and had dimples in his cheeks when he did. He walked right over to me and introduced himself. “Brett Johnson”, his soothing voice told me. I could barely speak and managed to softly say my first name. “Don’t ask for the last name”, David joked. They both laughed, which snapped me out of it. I could have been staring with my mouth open for at least a few seconds. “So, do you guys wanna get some beers and wings next Friday?”, David proposed. “Unless anyone has the kids for that weekend?” “ I’m game”, Brett said as he had his hands on his hips and looked like he could be at the end of a runway. “Just let me know when and where”, I said.

I had always been a little vain and I took care of my appearance, maybe a bit too much. But in present company I felt short, first of all, and also the least attractive. Honestly, not a feeling I often have. The irony was that I was also quite clearly the youngest of the three. We exchanged numbers and soon enough kids started to come out of the school buildings. A girl who was clearly too old for pre-school ran up to David. “Hey Jo! Are you ready for a weekend with Dad?”, he said as he hugged her. The girl seemed very excited to see her Dad and said “Heck yeah! Can I sit in the front?” “Well, all right then!” Next Erik slowly walked onto the parking lot, talking to a boy who turned out to be Ryan. Once Erik realized it was me picking him up, he jumped up and ran toward me to give me a big hug. He waved at Ryan, who got into David’s truck. David waved at me as I strapped little Erik in and then drove off. As I sat down in the driver’s seat I saw Brett finally hugging his daughter. He did not pay attention to me, obviously. I signaled my lights at him and waved. He smiled and waved back. “Do you know that girl?” I asked Erik. “Yeah, that’s Debra. She’s really nice. She cries a lot.”

It was so great to spend the weekend with Erik. Every now and then my mind drifted to Brett. He had barely spoken four words to me, but yet I found myself daydreaming every now and then. It was Monday by now and I was back at work. It was a slow day so there was all this time to let my mind wander. I had only mustered up the courage to come out to my soon to be ex-wife, Audra, a few months ago. She had been understanding considering the circumstances and said she had had her suspicions. She had been sad for a while though. I had explained to our son Erik that Daddy preferred to fall in love with boys and he had even understood well. Everything had gone so much more smoothly than the nightmare scenarios I had in my mind beforehand. My parents back in Moscow in Russia would be the next step but I had been procrastinating. They might not be as understanding. At the same time I was beating myself up for still not having come out to my parents at the age of 33.

Either way, I had not expected to develop a crush on someone so quickly after letting myself. David had also been majorly attractive, don’t get me wrong. But there was something about Brett. I could not wait to spend Friday night with these two hunks. “Beef chunks?” “Excuse me?” I said as I snapped out of it. “I am looking for the beef chunks. Dog treats.” “Ah. If they’re not on the shelf, I have some more back here. Just a second.” When I met Audra, I was studying to be a veterinarian in Moscow. She was a journalist for the newspaper she now edits for. We fell in love and lived together in Moscow for a few years. When she was promoted to editor and was going to be stationed in Seattle, I promised to follow her as soon as I finished my studies. However, when she had been back in the US for only a week, she told me she was pregnant. In a decision I to this day don’t regret, I stopped my studies and followed her to Seattle. We bought a lovely home in Redmond, and I found work in the pet store I now manage. And the rest is history. “How many packets of beef liver chunks would you like, Ma’am?” “Tofu and Pongo both really love them! I’ll have three, please!” “Anything else I can get you?” “That is all.”

I was added to a group text that same Monday, Brett and David pretty much decided we would go to Daman’s Tavern, where I had never been. I agreed in the text and stupidly only later looked up where it was. All the way in the Southwest point of Redmond, practically Bellevue. 12 minute drive. I wasn’t counting on driving at all, so I decided on Ubering. Also because I knew I would have to get some beers in me to not get nervous around Brett. I had possibly been obsessing about him a little bit.

On Friday evening, I was mostly obsessing about what to wear. It was a sports bar, and my going out stuff was probably a bit too fancy. I found a grey T-shirt that brought out my pecs and arms and a pair of light blue jeans, that hung low on my hips. I’ll be honest, that Gold’s Gym saw lots of me in the past week. I was trying to impress without looking like I was. I didn’t put too much product in my hair but it still looked good. When I was finally satisfied with the way I looked, I ordered an Uber.

Millie, who I estimated in her 50s, was quite a talkative driver. Usually I don’t really like those, but I have to say she was pretty cool. As she drove away from my apartment building, she asked me who I was meeting. “So, it’s like a divorced Dads club? That sounds like somewhere I should be invited to!” I laughed. “If they all look like you, I bet I could find someone crazy enough to come home with me”, she laughed at herself as she went onto the 520. “Aww, that’s nice of you to say”, I said. “Are you not married yourself?” “I have been divorced for about twelve years, and it was the best thing I could have done”, she decisively stated. “Should never have married that bastard in the first place!” Traffic was all right, and when the 520 turned from two lanes to four, it opened up enough for Millie to put her foot down on the pedal. She didn’t seem to notice she was going over the limit as she talked about her cheating and abusive ex-husband. Normally I would hate an Uber driver like this, but it helped me relax about tonight for some reason. The obsessing had made me kind of nervous, like I was a school girl. One could argue this was my first ever crush, so in a way it made sense.

Millie said she had two kids from that marriage, Raymond and Carmen, and she told me all about them. I was starting to wonder if tonight was just going to be three men talking about their divorces. Because I had noticed that nearly all of my friends in the US had obviously been friends I had known through Audra, causing me to now spend more time alone than I was used to. My co-worker Marie was the only one I would consider a friend that I had made here on my own. So whatever the sort of night, maybe I should just hold on to Brett and David as friends either way. If they liked me at all. I was starting to get nervous again. I realized soon enough that Millie was about to miss the exit, so I interrupted her. “Millie?” “Huh? Oh, right”, she immediately realized as she swerved to the right. “So Raymond is studying in Pennsylvania right now, getting his degree…”

Once we had taken the exit, it was only five more minutes till we turned right onto Northeast 24th Street. A massive Safeway passed by on my right. Other stores and a restaurant surrounded the same large parking lot. Millie made a right, just before a Bank of America. She went all the way to the back of the lot, passing Bai Tong restaurant, and eventually parking in front of Daman’s Tavern. Millie had just finished talking about Carmen’s new boyfriend. I thanked her and gave her a generous tip.

I walked into a half-full sports bar. On the right side were leather seats in booth-style. A row of small wooden tables in the middle and a bar with stools on the left. TV screens were showing baseball. I didn’t see Brett or David. I checked my watch. I was a bit early. A waitress caught my eye and gestured I could sit anywhere I liked. I sat down in the last booth that was available. “Good evening, darling, how are you doing?” After five years I still had the instinctive response to actually tell someone how my day had been, but this American tradition had slowly become normal to me. “Great, how are you?” “I am doing awesome, sweetheart. My name is Misty, I will be your waitress this evening. Is there anything I can get you?” “I’ll have a beer please.” “Absolutely, coming right up!” I estimated Misty to be in her early forties. Somehow in her face you could tell she had been working here her entire life.

David walked in. I was reminded how massive he was. Probably over 6’ tall, but his broad shoulders and bulging pecs and biceps were hard to miss in the blue T-shirt he wore. Underneath he wore grey jeans. He quickly found me, smiled and walked up to me. I stood up to shake his hand, but he went in for the full chest-to-chest hug. He patted my back twice and said “Good to see ya, buddy!” That was probably the most physical I had ever been with a man that is not my father or Santa Claus. I quickly sat back down as I felt my cock thickening. “So have you ever been here before?” “I have not. I live on the East side of the centre, so anything there would be closer. But it’s a nice place.” “Smart place to live when it comes to the school though, right?” “Yep, 5 minute drive”, I smiled. “I live right downtown. Brett lives near Sportsman Park.” “In one of those cul-de-sac type houses?” “Yeah, he got to keep the house. His wife moved straight in with her tennis instructor.” “Ouch.” “Yeah.” “And where did you say you lived?” “Do you know that weird Hobby Town in the center?” “Cleveland Street?” “Across from there. Above a men’s salon.” “Wow. Cool place to live, man.” “On the block we also have this burger bar called Tipsy Cow. We should totally meet there next time. If we get too drunk, you guys can always crash. But tonight I wanted to keep an eye on the game.” He looked away from me, to a screen. Baseball had not really been my thing, ever. I liked the outfits though. “Well, well, this is turning into a good-looking table”, Misty said as she handed me a beer. “What can I get you, Sir?” “Same as he’s having would be great. And could we have a plate of chicken wings?” “Absolutely!” Misty walked off with a spring in her step. “Brett tends to be a little late to things since the divorce, he’s still a little devastated. But I’m sure he’ll show.” David said without looking away from the screen.

A stunning sight then walked in. Brett wore a long-sleeve T-shirt, white with thin, blue, horizontal stripes. His chest looked absolutely massive in it. The shirt had a split neck with two opened buttons. He wore black slacks underneath. My mouth may have been gaping open. Brett didn’t see us straight away, and David was still looking at the baseball. I waved and got up. Brett smiled and walked my way. He, too, gave me a big hug. “Nice to see you again”, he said. David then also got up and those two gave each other a big hug as well. David scooted over and Brett went to sit next to him. I could have acted faster and gotten him to sit next to me, but in a way I had the best view in the room. “You doing OK?”, David asked. “Oh yeah! It’s the weekend!” Brett said, smiling. “Yowza!”, I heard. It was Misty standing there with a beer. “Are you all models?” We all laughed and said no. “This is for you, darling.” She put the beer down in front of David. “Anything for you, sweetheart?” “Beer sounds great”, Brett replied. “Coming up! You are officially my favorite table tonight. Wings are on their way!”

After Misty had left, I wondered, “What do you guys do for a living?” “I’m in real estate”, Brett said. “I’m with a company, but I’m getting most of my clients through my website BrettTheBroker.com”, he said. His smile when he talked about his work seemed more genuine than before. “I’m a jazz singer.”, David then said. “No way!”, I replied. “I immediately recognized him when I first saw him outside of the school”, Brett said when he looked at David. “I don’t really listen to jazz”, I admitted. “But I would love to see you perform!” “I’m writing and recording some things now, but I‘ll let you know if we’re performing near here again”, he smiled. “You can Google me if you like, David Neill, double L.” After a pause, he went “What about you?” After that I felt a bit embarrassed about my job. “I manage the All The Best pet shop. It’s next to Chipotle.” “Do you have puppies in the store?” That was the most excited I had seen Brett. “No.” “Oh.” “I know, I have the lamest job.” “Can’t have been easy coming here from a foreign country”, Brett said. I told them the story of how I met Audra and how I ended up in the job. I kept spotting David sneaking glances at the TV screen. “You should totally go to night school”, Brett said. “And here are your wings, gentlemen!” Misty presented us with a lovely plate of Buffalo wings. “Enjoy!”

In the Uber back I was driven by a girl in her early twenties named Estelle. She was mainly quiet, so I could reflect on the night. These guys were amazing, I was so glad I had met them. As the beers and more chicken wings (and later, mozzarella sticks) kept coming, at the end of the night we had decided to go to the gym together tomorrow. I hadn’t used any of my guest passes so I had invited them to come to Gold’s. As I looked out of the window of the car, I was very pleased with how tonight had gone. Brett had been so dreamy and we had clicked so well. He had seemed a bit down when he walked in, but all three of us laughed so much. Our divorces hadn’t even come up.

I then realized I had not told them I was gay. How does that even come up in conversation anyway? This was all new to me. I am sure at one point we would ask each other why we had separated from our wives. In Brett’s case I already knew most of it, thanks to David. But still. Until that time there was no need to awkwardly bring it up. Right?

To be continued…


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 1

I looked around my apartment and made sure everything was in place for Erik. He only deserves the best of the best, so when I moved I had to take so many things into account. I ended up outside of the town center, but it was a brand new apartment, he had his own room and bathroom, and the balcony on the fifth floor was more than safe. Confident that everything was in order and ready for us to

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 2

My alarm said 8:24 AM. I sat up on my bed and realized that Brett, David and I would go to the gym together this morning. I grabbed my phone and sent a message in the group text. I’m making pre-workout shakes. 10am at mine? You can park at Gold’s, it’s the apartment building across. I’m in 5A. I smiled, put my phone down and walked to the shower. Normally I wouldn’t shower before a morning

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 3

I rolled up the sleeping bag and put it in the backpack. It was pretty much full already. Two large bottles of water, a change of clothes… What else did I need? David said he would take care of most other things. I didn’t even remember exactly where we were going. I do remember the name of the town, or mountain, started with Snow, which did not sound promising. But weather was actually unusually

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 4

I woke up. I felt hot. I realized I wasn’t at home when I saw the ceiling of the tent. The sun shone directly on top of it, which made it unbearably hot inside. I was smelling a combination of sweat and semen. I was lying on my back and I somehow felt restricted. The weight on my left shoulder turned out to be David’s head. His neck rested in my armpit as my arm rested across his broad chest.

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 5

“So tomorrow we have a stopover in Miami for about three hours. And we’ll be landing in Antigua at around 2PM tomorrow, local time.” “OK, great.” I wasn’t the best when it came to falling asleep on planes. Years of trips between Moscow and the US had taught me that. Hopefully tonight would be better. It was about 9PM and Brett and I were at Seattle-Tacoma Airport, sitting down with a drink,

Brett, the Divorced Dad, Part 6

“Room service!” I woke up. The first thing I saw was the view. Blue skies and green tree tops were visible beyond the patio. I wasn’t sure if I had just heard someone outside our cabin or not. Brett was still sleeping in the position I last saw him in before I fell asleep. We were both naked on top of the covers. Brett’s head was on my chest and his arm was wrapped around me tightly. His snore

Cameron, my Mom’s New Boyfriend, Part 1

It was around 11:00 on a March Thursday morning as I rolled my luggage out of Baton Rouge Airport. I was a little miffed I did not find a direct flight from Miami. After a short layover in Houston, I was thankful it was still morning as I waited for the Uber to take me to my Mom’s house. I was flying out for her birthday weekend, after she had visited me in Miami over the holidays. She did

Cameron, my Mom’s New Boyfriend, Part 2

Not much later that afternoon, my sister and my Mom came home. Soon enough, Miguel also showed up out of the garage, reeking of weed. I felt like everybody knew what was going on, but nobody mentioned it. I’m pretty sure it was because I was there. “Did you have a nice afternoon with Cam?”, my Mom asked. I was certain she wanted to know what I thought about him. But because he was in the

Cameron, my Mom’s New Boyfriend, Part 3

I woke up. It was Saturday morning. Today was my Mom’s birthday. Cameron and I had agreed to make her a luxurious breakfast in bed. It was 7 AM and we had had a lot to drink last night. I got up. The living room was empty. I decided to see if I could wake up Cameron. I opened the bedroom door slowly and thank God they were actually sleeping and not doing anything else. My Mom was laying on

Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 1

“Good morning Gary! How was your day off?” “Oh hey Kim, good morning!” “How did your date go? Tell me all about it!”, her tone implied the date was exciting, in the way that people who’ve been married for years think dates are exciting. “I was tired of him within 10 minutes.” “Aww, I was crossing my fingers for you!” She gave me a sad face. Kim was my favorite co-worker. It wasn’t easy coming

Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 2

After a few weeks of working with Cayden, I felt like I not only had a great new partner, but also a new friend. In the gym I actually taught him proper posture during squats and I am pretty sure he did not realize it gave me a woody spotting him. Now of course our routines are synced up, meaning we have leg day on Thursdays together and I get to watch him squat once a week. Unfortunately now

Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 3

I woke to the sound of very loud snoring. I could tell it was still dark out. I had forgotten there was someone in my bed, because I felt something touching my leg and my instinctive reaction was to move my leg away. But it was actually Cayden’s knee. I looked over and I saw him, lying on his back. His head was turned away from me. His left arm, which was closest to me was folded up, with his

Cayden, my Cop Gym Buddy, Part 4

On the way home I realized I had the rest of today and tomorrow off. I parked my car at Short Stop Grocery to get some food and drinks to last me the weekend. As I walked in, I heard “Gary Pollock! How are you doing?” It was Peg, longtime owner of the small shop. I had a tendency to avoid Short Stop, not because of Peg per se, but because of the limited choice of products. That said, Peg was a

Christopher, the Substitute Wrestling Coach

It was still early on a Monday morning as Christopher Haskins drove to campus. He was looking forward to get back to work. His job was at the North Dakota State College of Science as an associate professor in IT support. He and his husband Robin had just gotten back from a lovely honeymoon in Mexico, which had lasted two full weeks. It was only a few weeks before the wedding that Christopher

Derek, the Suited Trainer

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** --- I walked out of my house and dragged myself into my car. Monday. What an awful day. I drove out of Powderhorn Drive onto Whitegate Lane. First on the agenda this morning was chest day at the gym. I had been working out since I was 18, building myself quite the body now at age 27. I would classify myself as muscular, maybe even a

Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 1

22… 23… 24. I don’t know why, but ever since I had moved into this third floor apartment with my best friend Ailani, I would count the steps in my mind each time I got home from work. Today I was more ready than ever to get home. Phoenix, Arizona had seen record high temperatures. I had just seen in my car that it was 112 (44 degrees Celsius). And even the few outdoor steps from my

Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 2

“Well, he wasn’t shy in bed, I’ll tell you that.” I noticed I didn’t really want to hear about Ailani and Dustin having sex. But Ailani had no issue telling me, or even asking for advice during the following days. I hadn’t told her I also liked Dustin, and I didn’t feel like I could at this point. On Thursday night, Dustin and Ailani went on a date and I unashamedly ate a tub of Ben &

Dylan, the Sexy Suspect, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** “Southwick?” “Yeah. It’s in the Southwestern part of the state. South of Springfield. Less than a two hour drive.” “Well, all right.” That’s about how the conversation went. At 92 degrees (33 Celsius) it had been a hot day. With my sunglasses on and the AC blazing, I was driving along the Massachusetts turnpike. The sky was a

Dylan, the Sexy Suspect, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up and looked around the room. I stretched my body without getting up. The duvet was tenting by my crotch, but I ignored it. Yesterday had been a pretty good first day. Five of the hockey guys stuck around in the cafeteria to have a few drinks, and get to know me. Or at least, Josh Roberts, a fake me. Ed, Aaron, James, Brandon,

Dylan, the Sexy Suspect, Part 3

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I realized I woke up smiling. I felt relaxed and at ease. I opened my eyes and noticed I was spooning Dylan. There was something so very comforting about not waking up alone for the first time in a while. At the same time I was surprised about enjoying myself so much last night. I had definitely temporarily forgotten why I had met

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 1

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** “I told him the file is on the bottom shelf. I have it right here.” I snapped out of it. For maybe only a few seconds I had been staring at my new co-worker Greg. His khaki chinos were tested to the limit as I saw him walk to a file cabinet directly in my eye sight from where I was sitting at my desk and bend over at the waist. It felt

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** The past week had gone by so fast. Greg had been really friendly in the office, we were starting to become friends. Elsie had become suspicious, asking me if I was sure nothing had happened once I dropped Greg off at his place. I had promised Greg not to tell anyone in the office about the attempted robbery, and I had kept that promise.

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** The last week at work had been slightly awkward. After Greg and I had practiced wrestling at my apartment last weekend, and I had knocked him out cold three times, we sat down and talked. I advised him again not to come to tonight’s wrestling meet, as I knew he would be eaten alive and be expected to engage in gay sexual activity. The

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 1

I sighed as I waited for the red light to turn green. It was Friday. One more day and it’d be the weekend again. Last weekend I had been doing an intense course on NLP and hypnosis so it had been a while since I had been able to be at home and chill out. This made me look forward to the weekend even more than usual. But now I was on the exact same route that I was on five days a week, to my

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

Hmm… I woke up and realized there was no rush to get up. Last night had been fun, drinking with just the guys from the office, and Ted. Jason hadn’t stayed for long. He had seemed so confused by being under hypnosis, he asked me questions about it until he had finished his drink and then quite suddenly left. Reda hadn’t stayed too long either. It was Marshall, Jake, Ted, and I that had stayed

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 3

It was a Wednesday morning, just past 11 AM, and Jason and I had just boarded the airplane for the first leg of our journey to New York. We would have a short layover in Chicago before finally arriving at our destination around 4:40. I had never been seated in business class before and I did feel a little fancy. It’s weird how you dress differently for a flight when it’s work-related. I wore a

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

I heard a vague beeping sound. I could feel myself slowly waking up. At first I didn’t know where I was. I felt someone’s arm across my chest, pulling me close. I looked around and recognized the New York City hotel room. Jason had spent the night on top of the covers, lying on his stomach. He was fast asleep. He was still wearing his sexy briefs. The beeping was the alarm on my phone. I set

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 5

The next morning at breakfast, Jason and I immediately had to act like we only shared an office and never a bed. Several attendees of the conference were having breakfast at the same time as we waved them good morning. I was in the morning-after glow when I suddenly noticed the difference between what Jason was having and what I was having. “Can I ask you something?”, I said softly, to make

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 1

As I was finishing packing up my things, I regretted my earlier decision. My friends Jerry and Rosa had gotten married and were travelling to Europe for four weeks for their honeymoon. They had asked me if I could housesit, mainly for their cat, Bubba. And at the time, I thought of it as an easy favor to do my friends. They had a nice place, further out in the city. They lived in an area of

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 2

I was getting used to living in Jerry and Rosa’s home. When I woke up, I rolled out of bed and went for a run in the park that was right next door. I would then shower, make myself a coffee and sit down to work. And work would go really fast. If I got tired, which was usually around 5, I sat back on the sofa and read the hypnosis book to learn more. Within the hour, Jon would park his car across

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 3

As I ran onto East Pratt Street, on my way to Joseph E Lee Park, I had to think what my friends had said last night. I had gone dancing with this couple I had known for quite some time. Gary I had known since college and I remember when he met Michael during one of our nights out, about 3 and a half years ago now. Michael had also become a great friend of mine. I had felt embarrassed telling them

Juan, the Spanish Lifeguard

Looking out an airplane window never got old. Seeing the blue sky while flying above the clouds had a beauty about it, yet at the same time the view was also quite surreal. I looked to my left and saw my sister Katie sleeping in her seat. It was because of her we were on our way from Cleveland to the island of Gran Canaria, Spain. After working as a manager of a hotel for the last ten

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 1

A bit unnerved, I walked through the hallways of the school that employs my brother. It was the first time I ever set foot in the building since I had been a student there long ago. It was a lower school, and like for many young skinny gay boys, it wasn’t the greatest of times. Memories came rushing back and they weren’t good ones. Normally, I would meet my brother Jesse at the bowling

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 10

“So Rafaela cheated on you and you left?” “Yes. I walked in on them. I was so angry.” “Why couldn’t she just move out though?” “It’s her house. Her parents bought it. I don’t want to live there.” “But then...”, Matt paused. “Why did you come all the way over here?” “I don’t know many people in the US. I’m afraid if I go see my family in Mexico, I might not be allowed back.” “Because you

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

“Oh Lord, have you seen the new Coach?” “God, he’s got an ass to die for!” I sat quite far back in the risers while I watched a live soccer match for the first time. Matt had signed up as a coach for this girls’ team in Salinas. After considering moving to San Francisco so he could coach a gay rugby team, he in the end decided against it. Matt didn’t want to leave the kids he was teaching

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

It had been so nice to meet Matt’s brothers and his sisters-in-law. It was a great night. Lots of laughter and good food. It was a surprise how different the Burne brothers were from each other. Jim was a successful business man, more the formal Burne brother. Tom sported a bushy beard and a slightly rounder physique. He wore a shirt with a floral pattern and seemed quite laid-back.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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