by Allen Giffen at tutus69@hotmail.com “Would you like some help out to your car, sir?” the bagboy hottie asked with a huge smile. “Why, yes, that would be very helpful,” I said as I watched him put the final two bags of groceries in my cart. I’d noticed him as soon as I walked in the neighborhood grocery store – known for hiring local teens to work there. This kid was different...
Chapter Four All the while Sean was fucking Rick, the other man was standing in close to watch as he stroked his cock with one hand and felt Rick’s and Sean’s muscles with the other. Suddenly he climbed up on the bed and stood astraddle Rick, facing Sean with his cock sticking out of his fist. “Suck it,” he said. Sean did a double-take and reared back like he’d been smacked in the face,...
Chapter Three Across the hall, Cody was waking up. He had to take a piss in the worst way. He rose up, startled that he was alone in the room. Where the hell was Sean! Maybe he went to the restroom. He stood down from the bunk and opened the door a crack. He stuck his head and looked up and down the hall. He didn’t have a room key; he couldn’t go piss without leaving the room unlocked. ...
Chapter Two Sean shrugged off his jacket and hung it on the hook and began unbuttoning his shirt. “Are we gonna take off all our clothes?” Cody asked. “I don’t usually sleep in my clothes,” Sean said. “Why, you got a problem with that? It’s not like we’ve never seen each other naked before.” “Yeah, I know. It just seems different.” “It is different. We’re in a four-by-four box and...
Chapter One The howling wind blew the snow against the windows so hard that it stuck like plaster. The wipers couldn’t handle the snow packing on the windshield. “We can’t get home in this,” Braden, the oldest of the team said quietly. No one responded. The flashing red lights up ahead were barely visible till they were right on the police car that was parked diagonally across the street....
I went to work at the health for obvious reasons; the scenery, and with some luck, the action. I’m not obvious, at least to the uninitiated. I’ve been known to turn heads myself, female and male alike and I’m as studly as they come. But I joined the gym for other reasons. I needed a job. It all worked out. I had a job, a place to work out for free and I got discounts on workout gear and...
I became a STRAP HOUND my senior year in high school. I was sleeping overnight with a bud of mine coz we were going on a trip the next day. We had been drinking beer before we went to bed and so in the middle of the night I woke up and had to piss like a race horse. When I woke up I could see in the dim light that my bud was startin' to 'rub one off'. I'm kewl with that so I don't say...
The first time I saw him I wanted to jump his bones. He was the type of guy you would see walking down the hall – you know, confident and cocky knowing what lay beneath his big bulge. I would often follow him from behind staring at his ass, wondering what it would be like to caress his smooth, hard butt. His name is Shandi and he is 5’10, 170 pounds, with dirty blond hair and crystal blue...
Eighteen year old Glen Deaning stuck his head into the hallway and called out, "Has anyone seen my baseball uniform!?" From downstairs in the living room Dean's brother Carl called back, "Yeah I saw it hanging in the basement!" From up above Carl could hear Dean's footsteps as he ran down the hall and the descended the stairs. Carl was sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of cereal and watching...
It had been a good season and it all came down to these last four minutes of the soccer match. Glen Deaning's High School soccer team, the Wolverines, were minutes away from scoring the biggest victory of the year. If they could triumph and beat the Hurricanes they would be able to go to the National Championship in Miami, Florida. Each young man wanted this and was working hard to achieve it....
Introduction Going to college in South Florida has many advantages, most related to the weather. Principal among these is the propensity for young, buffed guys out enjoying the warmth of the fun not to wear shirts. Add to the mix the extensive modeling scene and the support for it emanating out of South Beach, with scouts, photographers, and videographers scouting out fresh, hard-bodied...
His name was Gabe. He was an all-American Junior College jock. He was an A student and played basketball, baseball, and had the cutest face and a nice body. He was friends with a lot of guys, mainly those he played on teams with, but every time I saw him, he was more shy and quiet around the guys and acted more normal around the ladies, who all adored him. I had watched him for a while and...
Man, I thought I was good at soccer. But, these guys were great. They have been playing soccer most, if not their whole lives, and it showed. I am part of a small neighborhood soccer league in Los Angeles. There are about seven teams in the local area. We practice on weekends and play two games a week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The guys that I play soccer with range from age 20 to...
I had just moved into town a week earlier and intended to visit the local Gym once I'd gotten everything in order. Finally, with my furniture arrived and everything in its place at home, I visited the gym the following Saturday morning. The gym was older than it looked from the outside; inside, it was simple and sparsely populated. I walked over to the barbell stand at the far end of the open...
controlone James was impressed beyond words. It was very unusual for the head of the Organization to affix the icon. It was an enormous honor given to only a handful of super achieving senior controllers, and meant that Scott had distinguished himself above and beyond the call of duty. James had a thought in mind, “Scott there is something.” Scott was eager, “Name it. Whatever it...
controlone After several minutes of lascivious foot play Scott opened his eyes and found James staring up at him. He smiled down at the boy lapping at his ankle and James said, “Master it would be a pleasure to serve as your pussyboy; to have you fuck my worthless ass cunt; anything to please you sir.” Scott looked to C for guidance. C responded, “You heard the boy. He’ll be crushed if...
While trying to find off-campus housing my first year at the University of Iowa, I met Gordon. He was a natural, hyper-masculine guy who, accompanied by his mother, was looking for an off-campus place to live just like me. Right off I could tell Gordon was hot for my ass. And I do mean my ass. Playing baseball for the Our Lady Queen of Peace High varsity team, combined with my good Polish farm...
Part 2 I wasted no time and hurl myself at the black stud. I drop to my knees and wrap my arms around Lee's well-defined legs and pull back, dropping his surprised ass to the carpet. He is in a sitting position trying to free his legs and I am struggling to keep him down as I slither up his legs and try to pin him to the plush white carpet. I get control of his arms and find myself sitting...
I couldn’t help but notice the two of them. I showed up a week early for freshman year at the University of Iowa. I knew the baseball jock days and jack-off nights that I loved so much at Our Lady Queen of Peace High School in South Beloit were gone forever. It was time to get serious. I was no longer a boy. But I didn’t mind. In truth, I longed for manhood. To me, becoming a man meant I’d...
I worked for the airlines as a flight attendant for 6 years. I had my fun. I just got tired of not being at home and seeing my friends. The time came for me to keep my feet on the ground, so to speak. I transferred to work the ticket counter in my hometown in Michigan. It can be a brutal place to be during the winter, and it surely has been this year (2004) On February 3rd, we knew we had...
Coach Jim Erickson sat perched on the edge of his desk, legs spread, staring with lust filled eyes at the massive football player standing in front of him as his hands reached for the player’s hips. He gripped the dirt smudged football player’s pants and pulled Diesel forward, his hungry open mouth attacking Diesel’s. He’d taken his varsity team through a pretty grueling workout that...
Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him. It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper...
As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips’ office, he thought of a strategy. He’d been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before. Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also...
Eric had known that he enjoyed being hit in the balls ever since that incident during seventh grade tennis practice. He was accidentally hit by an automatic ball-shooter. He felt a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was a mixture that he liked very much. Throughout high school, Eric took part in numerous sporting activities. He was always hoping to be whacked in the nuts somehow. His...
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