The Marine Sweats At Dawn.I awoke at 05:35 with a raging hardon, right out of the middle of a HOT dream about my even hotter former French Canadian lover, JP (Jean-Pierre), whom I’d seen the year before again while on a trip back to Paris. JP was about the only recurring stud who visited me in my dreams, his ass always needing another slam-fucking, always his hot swimmer’s body inviting...
Lattimore stopped at corner of the cookhouse as he was crossing from the main house of his ranch outside Laramie, Wyoming, to the corral to train the quarter horse he’d bought on the last cattle drive to Omaha. He leaned on a fence and watched young Kit chopping wood. The young man was stripped to the waist while he chopped.Bulking up real good, Lattimore thought. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad...
I was ordered to visit my Leather Priest. I knew better than to refuse. It had been more than a month since our leather-gloved encounter in his van, and I was very ready for another experience with this charming and one could even say sexy man. I thought about him constantly; I believed that he had indeed become an obsession for me.I had learned that my Priest had...
Double D. Dorm III : A Lesson in Hazing/ Ladies Choice...
Getting TrainedIt had been a while since I felt good about myself. At 235lbs I was more than 50lbs overweight and more than a bit uncomfortable with my appearance. I mean, people would always refer to me as the cute chubby guy, or the pretty fat boy. But I just didn't like it. I know they were just trying to give me a compliment, but the chubby/ fat part completely canceled it out in my eyes....
Hey there. I'm new to writing erotic stuff; do guideline me please at truroxstrlovr682@zoho.co.za. It would be very much appreciated. And enjoy my first instalment.... The day at the gym could just not get any better.I stood behind the counter, just being the assistant lackey I was, being sent to where I'm sent, smiling when asked, giving people stuff when they wanted them. Just being an...
FlyboysPete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. “Fleet’s in and I’ve already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend.”“I’m game,” Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, “How about you, Dan?”“Every weekend’s special with you, babe,” Dan...
Car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and Rob is picked up by a dude with a body looking like Conan the Barbarian, handsome face, dick of death and a need to get it on with a man.This is taken from a Kindle book of short stories called Further Sexploits of Rob Harris. It is based on a series starting with the book Isla Paradiso where an ordinary dude vacations at a Caribbean gay resort...
Homeless HeroI would see him every morning on my way to the metro. His name was Jake, so his little cardboard sign read, and...
It was a cold December night and John was walking home alone again. John’s boyfriend was being a jerk like always and treating John like he was not even there so he left for home. Many cars passed him some just honked and pointed at him like he was a fool for walking in the cold. It was a long a walk from Mark and Ed’s about five miles in total. John was hoping that someone would stop and offer...
Boyd had been leery of the arrangement from the very beginning, but he hadn’t said anything to his father about it. His father seemed so happy about having found Vic, one of Boyd’s college prep school coaches, two years after Aaron, his former lover, had died. Boyd would much rather it had been anyone other than Vic, someone who Boyd hadn’t known before Aaron died. But, when he was being honest...
Lonely HippyGreetings. My name is Cole. And I am a buddhist. Usually when someone finds this out about me, they're rendered [for lack of a better word] quizzical. They have a thousand questions to ask me. First of which, is always:...
I was in an area packed with small towns doing leadership training for a small manufacturing company and it was going well but I’ve been here for a week with no sexual relief.My body had been transformed earlier this year by a mysterious guy named Thax at a gay resort in the Caribbean called Isla Paradiso. The transformation left me with this smoking hot body, a metabolism that lets me eat...
The Hulk crouched near the bolted heavy oak door, eyeing Rab, ready to pounce, trying to anticipate where Rab might try to scurry next. The stone-walled chamber wasn’t small, but it wasn’t so large that Rab had much of a chance evading the Hulk much longer. Both men were panting, having played this cat-and-mouse game for several minutes, but Rab was more winded than the Hulk was. No one in his...
“Hey, sorry for the trouble and thanks for the ride.” Ketan said, while hopping on my bike and holding my waist. Ketan was my brother’s friend – 5’7, average body but fair good looking charming face. He was studying MBA and wanted to rent an apartment urgently. My brother asked me to show him our cousin’s flat and I agreed. I had not met Ketan more than a couple times and didn’t know him...
It was summer afternoon last year. I had ordered a Home Theatre system over the weekend and was waiting for the salesman for the demonstration. I had already installed the system and was playing a few cds but it was not fully integrated with my TV yet. The salesperson was supposed to help me with it.The bell rang around 2.00pm. I answered the door. A very handsome good looking guy...
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn’t been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling here in England was much different...
[This is my first attempt at fiction. It’s based extremely loosely on a true story told to me by my husband about an encounter he had with a famous man over twenty years ago, but it’s really not that story at all. There will be more about him and me and our real life and romance, but for some reason I felt the need to create rather than to recount . . . at least just this one. Hope you enjoy it....
Thank u for all of your support I will try to keep going and make the story's longer all right now lets get back Through the whole movie I was scared shitless I kept jumping and my heart was pounding so fast every time a jump scare happend I grabbed on to my seat and squeezed it tight than I was sctachting my neck and and I felt something touch my arm very strange like during an...
Fuck! Why did I agree to meet his ass here in the first place, I thought. I shook my head and cracked my knuckles as I stood at the bottom of the dozen or so cracked cement stairs leading up to the gym entrance. For some reason I couldn’t move. I just stood there looking up at the glass doors. I felt stupid.Five long years had passed since I’d seen or heard from my old trainer, Deon. I...
This is a true story of how a military stud let me have him for a night. This was the first and only time I’ve made it with a straight guy.I’m one who believes all the “straight guys” who get it on with dudes are gay or bi and simply can’t deal with it. I don’t blame them nor hold a grudge nor judge. I’m just sayin. However, I’m not so sure about my military buddy. I really do think he’s...
I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a...
I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a...
When we woke after our post-fuck(s) nap, it was the middle of the morning. I couldn’t remember the last time we’d slept in until nearly ten. Oh, right – we never had! Sure we were up fucking from just after five until nearly eight, but still, it wasn’t like us to oversleep. Jim held me tight against him, even though we were both awake. “I meant what I said, Bill,” he said, almost...
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