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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

by RobertFoley


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 it so it would slowly go louder if I didn’t turn it off. It wasn’t too loud yet. I reached to the night stand and just got a hold of it. I switched off the alarm. Jason hadn’t moved.

I cleared my throat. And a second time, but louder. He wasn’t waking up. “Jason?” He moaned and moved a little. “It’s time to get up.” He raised his head off the pillow and looked at me. “Oh. Good morning. Sorry”, he said as he pulled his arm off of me. “It’s 7:08”, I said, “so we still have time.” I didn’t know why I said that. Last night had been out of the ordinary, to say the least. I wasn’t sure what he remembered or how he felt about it. “Oh great”, Jason said, “you shower first.” He rolled over, his back and butt now facing me. I got up and walked to the bathroom.

When I got out, just wearing a towel, I said, “Bathroom’s all yours!” He wiped the sleep from his eyes, rolled out of bed, and walked right past me into the bathroom while scratching his neck. He didn’t look at me. I got dressed in a white shirt with thin, vertical blue stripes and a black suit. I turned on the news and made some coffee with the coffee maker. I sat on the sofa and waited for Jason. Soon enough, he exited the bathroom and I spotted him wearing just a towel, walking in the bedroom. I couldn’t see him change from where I was, and after last night I decided to stay put. Soon enough, he walked out wearing a grey suit and a black shirt, all of which fit him perfectly. “You ready for breakfast?”, he asked. “Absolutely”, I said.

At breakfast it was evident there was a conference, as practically everyone wore formalwear. However Jason hadn’t met any of the supervisors of the other offices and I only knew my former supervisor Mary, who was now in charge of the Chicago office. But I didn’t see her anywhere. So we just sat and had breakfast. Jason brought up today’s schedule. “This afternoon is really a training and intervision for all the supervisors, so I wouldn’t blame you if you missed that and explored the city instead”, he said. “By myself?” “Well, it’s up to you”, he said, “it isn’t particularly useful for you, and possibly quite boring”. “I’ll think about it”, I said.

“Erick!” Jason and I had just walked into the conference room and Mary Medeiros had spotted me immediately. “Come here, give me a hug!” I hugged her. I was reminded of how different she had been as a supervisor. Very open and warm, all about team-building and closeness. Nothing like Jason. “It’s so good to see you, Mary!” “And you! How have you been?” “Very good! Meet your successor, Jason Whittingham”, I gestured to Jason behind me. “Nice to meet you”, Jason said as he extended his hand. “Oh wow, aren’t you a beautiful young man”, Mary exclaimed as she eagerly shook his hand. “And a tall drink of water, too!” With Mary about 5’5’’ and Jason standing 6’, the height difference between them was substantial. Mary, a married woman in her late fifties, had always been very complimenting of the men’s appearances when she worked in Cedar Rapids. The way she said it kept her on the right side of flirty as opposed to sexually harassing in the workplace. Marshall, Reda, Jake, and I all thought it was fun and part of Mary’s personality. “I can see why they chose you”, she said. “You guys can get some coffee right there, we might get started soon.” I started walking over to the table Mary gestured to, but she held me back. Jason kept walking. “I did hear they brought in someone new”, she said quietly, “but I didn’t understand why. I advised them to give it to Taka. I think I get it now though!” She winked at me. I had never come out to Mary, but I’ve always felt like she just knew I was gay. She never mentioned anything, though.

We all sat down. Mr Hamilton and Mr White both gave speeches and then a presentation. They talked about everything that had changed over the past year. I looked around and there were primarily grey-haired white men in the room. The only two people I knew here were two of only a few exceptions, as I spotted two older African American men as well as one other woman. “Over the past year there have been three offices that changed supervisors. Mary Medeiros is now in charge of the Chicago office, but you all know her already”, Mr White gestured to Mary as she waved. “She’s replacing Leonard Espinoza, who retired a few months ago. And we have two new appointees, Kevin Gilbert already worked in the Cincinnati office and has been promoted to supervisor”, Mr White now gestured to a balding man in his mid-50s, “a very warm welcome to you.” The room applauded. “Kevin is replacing Keith Rhinehart, who also retired late last year. And new to the Hamilton-White family is Jason Whittingham, running the Cedar Rapids office.” Jason also got an applause. “Obviously replacing our own Mary. Please make them both feel welcome.”

Most of the morning was pretty boring. A lot of listening to presentations. The best part was when some memorable cases from the last year were highlighted. None of mine were mentioned, but the office was represented in a case that Reda won. I thought he would be proud to hear he had been mentioned. In a coffee break I spoke with many older white men who were confused about who I was. I wasn’t a supervisor, nor a partner. “I was going to say, my wife is out doing her shopping right now!”, was a common joke. I explained I was a lawyer invited by my supervisor. Some of them asked about Jason, who seemed the center of attention during the break. Not only was he the youngest person here, his charm surely got people interested in him.

By the time lunch rolled around, Jason whispered to me, “if I were you I’d get the hell out and see the city”. I smiled, looked at him and nodded. This wasn’t going to get more interesting. I told Mary I was going to miss the afternoon and she understood. “Do you want me to text my husband? He is just wandering around the city by himself.” I hesitated. I knew Ben a little bit, and I thought he was slightly boring. “You know what, you probably have different interests. You just go and do what you feel like”, she patted me on the shoulder. It’s like she knew what I was thinking.

I went up to the hotel room to change into a T-shirt and jeans. I walked out the hotel and took a right. I decided against seeing the 9/11 Memorial as I had agreed to see it with Jason. I kept going as I looked up at the tall buildings, making me feel so insignificant. At one point the Hudson River appeared to my left. I crossed so I could walk next to it. I was lost in thought as I looked out over the water. Was Jason going to pretend last night never happened? Should I bring it up? If so, how? What were his intentions anyway? Was he even serious? I thought about these questions I continued to wander down West Street. Until I saw two very sexy guys walk hand in hand toward me. They didn’t look my way even though I was right in front of them. They only looked at each other, talking and laughing. Before we passed each other they stopped, turned and crossed the street to go up into what looked like a quieter street. I decided to follow them, to see where they were going, maybe they could show me a nice part of town. As I walked behind them, keeping myself at a considerable distance, I looked at them, so in love and not afraid to show it. They had everything I wanted.

The couple continued to go up this street, which I now learned was Christopher Street. This sounded familiar. Didn’t something happen here, once? The street got narrower and even quieter as it became a one-way street. I felt at ease away from the more hectic part of the city that the hotel was in. The couple crossed another street and continued to go straight on. I followed, and saw more and more same-sex couples as well as people that set off my gaydar. Was Christopher Street a gay part of the city? When I saw the rainbow flags, it hit me. This is where Stonewall is! I should visit the Stonewall Inn! I had stumbled upon the best tourist thing I could have done. The couple disappeared into one of the establishments with a rainbow flag. The place was called Ty’s Bar. Even though I had walked for about 40 minutes, I did not yet feel like a drink. I decided to keep going, thinking I would spot the Stonewall Inn. And indeed, not much later I spotted all these smaller rainbow flags, perched proudly over the window. This is where LGBT people stood up for their rights, refusing to be taken by police, in 1969. I took a picture of the front of it. I realized, if people in 1969 had rioted just so they could be who they are, why was I having such a hard time? Didn’t I owe it to them and their legacy to live freely, out in the open? I sighed, somehow satisfied and inspired. I went in to get a drink.

I had just started walking back to the hotel when I got a text from Jason. He was finally done and ready to go hit the town. He asked me where I was. I texted back, telling him I was walking back to the hotel, I had just visited Stonewall. He texted to stay where I was, he was coming my way by taxi. We met at Ty’s Bar. “Isn’t it a shame we’re two weeks early for Pride here? How cool would that have been?” I admitted I hadn’t been to a Pride event in years. “Why not?”, Jason asked. “Not your thing?” He took a sip of his soda. After last night he had decided to stay off the alcohol. “Well, it used to be. When I actually had someone to love, it made sense. Celebrating my love for my boyfriend, you know. It’s difficult to celebrate something I don’t have.” “Don’t you feel like you can celebrate yourself during Pride? You know, who you are? You are still a minority who is expected to change his behavior out in the open. Didn’t you feel liberated to be amongst all those other people we share that with?” “I guess.” “You know what, I am taking you to Cedar Rapids PrideFest. We’ll get Jake and Ted to tag along, it’ll be great.” “Are you out to Jake and Ted?” “Oh heck yeah, I told Jake as soon as I found out he’s one of us. Jake, Ted and I have been to Belle’s Basix together. I just asked them to stay hush about it.” “Oh wow, I had no idea.” “I don’t really like when my personal life is topic of conversation in the office, you know?” “Oh I get that”, I said.

For dinner we had Italian food in a place that was surprisingly romantic. A single white candle burned in the middle of the table and Italian music set the scene. Jason’s face lit up by candlelight was a vision I would love to see more of. Our conversation was also quite intimate, as Jason spoke of his coming out. He was 18 when he came out to his parents. He had packed a bag and had money saved up, just after his high school graduation. As he expected, his parents kicked him out. Because he had been chatting to this guy online who lived in New York, he used all of his saved up money to fly to the US. He joked that in hindsight, he could have been catfished and be all alone in New York City at the age of 18, but he got lucky. The guy, James, who was 26 at the time, let him stay in this small room with him in an apartment he shared with two roommates. Jason was in love and started working at a Starbucks to pay his share of the rent. Jason lived in New York for three years. He said the connections he got from the gay community in New York had saved his life. A lawyer helped him stay in the US legally, and that same guy knew someone on the committee for the University of Chicago Law School. James enthusiastically moved to Chicago with him, but during his freshman year, the relationship ended. “That is quite the story”, I said. “Have you spoken to your parents since?” “No. I found out my Dad died. I didn’t go back.” “Wow.” “You know, I feel like in this community, we choose our family. And it’s the greatest thing.” The more Jason opened up about himself, the more I felt my crush on him develop. We had not mentioned last night at any point. I am not sure if we were both ignoring it, or if Jason didn’t remember all that he said.

“So, how did you get to Cedar Rapids?” “After graduating, I got a job at this firm. It went broke early this year, so I had to look for something new. I sent a letter to the Hamilton & White firm in Chicago and I was actually asked to come for an interview.” “In Chicago?” “Yeah. And, erm… Well… I can only tell you this if you promise not to tell anyone.” This caught me off guard, but I said, “Sure”. “I did the interview for the position of lawyer, not for supervisor. Mr Hamilton and Mr White have their offices there, so they interviewed me. I felt like it had gone pretty well. I used the restroom before I left and as I wash my hands, Mr Hamilton is suddenly behind me.” “No no no! Is this story going where I think it’s going?” Jason sighed and raised his eyebrows, but didn’t say anything. “He grabbed my butt in both of his hands”, Jason continued, “and he says that he can’t wait to get his hands on my ass in the office every day.” “What?!” “Yeah, and he’s married, two or three kids, God knows.” I didn’t know what to say. “So I turn around, wanting to say something, but I wasn’t sure what. Anyway, before I even could, he kisses me on the mouth. With tongue!”, Jason paused, “I allow him. His hands are all over me. I still allow him. Mr White barges in.” “Noooo!” “And that’s how I got the supervisor job in Cedar Rapids.” I laughed so hard, I thought I might cry. “That is ridiculous!”, was all I could utter. “It is a little bit. The job felt like so much more than I could handle, you know, so I was stressing out so much, and still am, every day. I was so glad to have this afternoon, where I got pointers from everyone, and specifically Mary. I’m going to try and be more relaxed about everything, I promise.” I smiled. I took another bite of my pasta. “Wait”, I said. “Why did you let Jack Hamilton kiss and touch you?” “He’s kinda sexy, don’t you think?” “He’s, like 53!” “If you hadn’t noticed, I quite like an older man.” Jason smiled at me. “What do you mean, if I hadn’t noticed?” Jason’s smile disappeared. “Didn’t I say, last night? I like giving up control to you? I wanted to play? I’m taking you to dinner. I only suggested we hang out back home because I saw you check me out. I thought we could go on a few dates?” I wanted to gasp, but I couldn’t move my face. I must have stared at him in silence for a few seconds. “Look, if you don’t want to…” “Oh, I want to!” Finally, I could blurt something out. “I just hadn’t put two and two together. That’s all.” “You are adorable”, Jason said. He slid over to my side of the booth and kissed me, caressing my bearded cheek. It’s like the butterflies I had felt in my stomach were now just flying everywhere in my body, making me tingle.

After dinner we walked back to West Street. I grabbed Jason’s hand and I winked at him. “You do realize we’re gonna have to keep this quiet in the office, right?”, Jason said. “And at the rest of the conference?” “No problem”, I replied. On West Street we grabbed a cab back to the hotel. Jason now asked me about how I came out to my parents. I told him that I technically never did. I just asked if I could take a boy home for Christmas one year. My Dad acted a bit strange around me and him, but he got used to it fast.

When we got back to the hotel, Jason sat on the sofa. He was still wearing his black shirt and grey slacks, looking incredibly sexy. He had carried his blazer with him all evening without wearing it. He gestured for me to sit next to him. We made out for a while. After a few minutes I pulled back. I snapped my fingers and said “Sleep!”. In quite a dramatic fashion, Jason’s body immediately went completely limp, falling back, his head resting on the back of the sofa. His mouth was opened wide, his eyelids fluttered. I already had an erection from the making out, but I loved seeing him like this, completely submissive. I got even harder. “The deeper you go, the better you feel. The better you feel, the deeper you go. Hypnosis turns you on. Now, when I wake you up from trance, you will take off all your clothes, walk to the bed and prepare for me to fuck you. You will want nothing more than for my cock to enter your hole. Nod if you understand.” Jason nodded slowly. “Also, every time you hear the word ‘now’ being said, you will have an orgasm. So every time you hear the word ‘now’. Nod if you understand.” Jason nodded again. “Knowing all of this in your subconscious, I will wake you up from trance. 3… 2… 1, eyes open wide awake!” Jason blinked a few times as he looked around. He bent forward to take off his shoes and socks. He didn’t say anything and had a neutral facial expression. He was obediently doing as he was told without questioning it. He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, slowly revealing his smooth and muscular upper body. When the shirt was open, Jason undid his belt, dropping it on the sofa. Then he unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them down. He took them off completely and then also dropped them on the sofa. Now he took off the shirt, leaving him only in bright blue briefs. Without missing a beat, he pushed those down as well and took them off. Completely naked now, I watched as he walked to the bedroom. And it was a sight to behold.

Quickly I got undressed myself as well and followed him into the bedroom. He was laying on the bed just as he was in that video he shot of himself as part of a post-hypnotic suggestion. He was on his back, leaning against the headboard, with one leg raised so his knee almost touched his face. His dick was already fully erect, standing 8’’, similar to mine, even though my cock was quite a lot thicker. He was lubing up his hole as he looked straight at me. “I want that fucking hot wet dick in my ass”, he said. His ass was completely hairless, like the rest of his body. He looked like a supermodel, or in this position, more like a porn actor. “Heck yeah”, I replied, salivating. I realized I was still wearing my own underwear, which was tenting up and forward with a wet spot on the front. I quickly took them off and got on the bed. “Fucking open me up, man”, he was already moaning. “Slide it in my ass.” He handed me a condom. I was hard as a rock as I entered him. Jason started moaning louder. I already knew how loud he was while masturbating, so this was only going to get louder. “Oh yeah, slide it in me!”, his face contorted as I entered him completely. “Fuck! That’s it! You like that hot wet ass, don’t you?” “I love it”, I said as I slowly started fucking him. He moaned even more. “Oh yeah… Fill me up, man. You fill me up! Fuck my hungry hole.” More moaning followed from the both of us. “Oh yeah, give me that meat”, Jason liked to be verbal and talk dirty. I usually hadn’t, but it turned me on when he did. “I want you to drill my hot fucking pussy… Ahhhh yeah.” “You have a pussy?”, I asked while I kept fucking him. “I have this boypussy and it’s all yours”, he replied. “You like my cock in your pussy?” “I love your cock”, he said. The combination of his muscled body, low voice and masculine appearance and the submissive things he was saying were such a turn-on to me. “You feel my hole gripping your dick?”, he said. “Oh yeah”, I said. Every now and then he grabbed his cock and jerked himself a little, but I preferred when he didn’t touch himself and his hard cock stood straight up as I fucked him. And then I realized I had power over him. I snapped my fingers and said “Sleep!” With his cock still inside me, Jason’s body went completely limp, except for his cock, which still pointed straight to the ceiling. His right hand, with which he was touching himself, lay motionlessly in his crotch. “You will no longer touch yourself until you orgasm. You will cum just from the stimulation of my cock in your ass, or from when I say the magic word. Nod if you understand.” Jason nodded as his head rested on his chest. “3… 2… 1, eyes open wide awake!” Immediately both of Jason’s arms went up and held on to the headboard of the bed and he resumed his moaning. His cock hadn’t subsided in the slightest. And neither had mine. I had put him under while I was inside him and it had been the hottest thing. I could tell Jason was even more turned on the second I woke him up. “Fuck my ass!”, he said, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Ahh! Ahh!” And there he went already, he shot his load onto his stomach without touching himself. It was such a hot sight that I came while I was inside of him. I leaned forward to kiss him. “I just fucked my boss”, I whispered. He laughed. “You sure did”, he smiled. “Hit the showers?”, I proposed. “Yeah, I came all over myself”, he answered. “This hypno sex thing is super hot.”

After we were all cleaned up, we fell asleep while spooning each other.

To be continued…


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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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