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Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

by RobertFoley


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 was great to be able to see this far without a building blocking the view. Suddenly something directed my gaze downward to the patio out front. Someone was lying on one of the loungers. By his typical outfit I recognized Miguel. He was in the fetus position, sleeping. I put on some underwear and rushed downstairs.

I opened the front door and he woke up. “Miguel? Are you OK?” He sat up, pulled his cap down and covered his face. “I’m so sorry Jay. I not know where to go.” “What happened?” He was looking away from me, keeping his hand in front of his face. I took his hand in mine and slowly pulled it down. He had a black eye and a bruise on his chin. “Oh my… come inside!”, I ordered him. I pulled him up and walked him inside. I had him sit down on the sofa. I grabbed an ice pack and a glass of water and brought it to him.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened? Who did this?” Miguel continued not to look me in the eye. He sighed. “OK… I tell you my father is sick. He has cancer. Expensive. But he sick in another way. He drink beer. All of the days. Also very expensive. So I come home with 1,000 pesos you give me… for clothes. Thank you.” Now he shortly looked at me before looking away again. “He want the 1,000 pesos. I say is for clothes. I promise to buy clothes for him also. He say no. He need beer. He think I hiding money.” I could hear Miguel’s voice cracking, so I put my arm around him, hoping to comfort him. “I know really he no think that. Is beer talking. But he get… aggressive. Violent. Sometimes. When he no happy. So I say he need less beer, you know?” Miguel looked at me again. I spotted a tear in his eye. “He get angry. He hit me. Twice. He take money. I leave. Walk around Tulum. I got tired.” “Hey, Miguel. It’s absolutely fine that you slept here. You should have rang the doorbell.” He had the key to the door to the patio, but not a house key. “Lights were out. You sleep. I no want to wake you up.” “It would have been fine if you did.” He looked at me and smiled his perfect smile. He wiped away his tears. “You can stay here for a while, I have two empty bedrooms! And I’m still here for two more weeks!” He hugged me. “You are nicest American I meet”, he said. “You know what”, I started as we let go of the hug, “what do you say we have some breakfast, have a nice shower, go to some stores and you can pick out some clothes and anything else you may need to stay here for a while. Until you’re ready to face your father again.” He smiled and nodded enthusiastically.

After breakfast I showed Miguel the bedroom on the ground floor that has a sliding door to the patio and the connecting bathroom. “This all for me?” “Yeah!” I went upstairs and grabbed some clothes of mine for Miguel to wear. I put them on his bed as I heard him shower. I ran back up and took a shower myself. When I had gotten dressed and walked down, Miguel was sitting on the sofa in my clothes. He smiled. “Thank you”, he said. Although I was taller than him, most of my clothes fit quite tightly on me, so it didn’t look too weird on him. In fact, he looked even hotter than usual. Even with the black eye.

In the car, I asked Miguel to direct me to a shopping mall, and he said he had already decided on where to go after I gave him the money. While we drove, he asked me some questions about why I was by myself in this large villa in Mexico. I explained to him how I got here and what I was doing and he seemed really interested in my job as a writer. I said that my books that had already been released were back at the villa. He asked if he was allowed to read them. “Of course!” I was thankful he didn’t ask me what I was writing about at the moment as the main character was based on him.

When we got to the mall, we first walked to a store where there was a big men’s clothing section. Miguel seemed a bit hesitant to just pick anything out, so I took two tanktops and two T-shirts off the rack and encouraged him to try them on. While he closed the curtain I looked for some jeans and shorts and walked back. “Are you liking anything?”, I asked through the closed curtain. “Yes! I like the shirts”, Miguel replied. The curtain opened and I saw him in a tight, black V-neck T-shirt. He looked like the leading man in an action movie. He smiled and proudly looked down at himself. His muscled chest, shoulders and arms stood out and looked so defined. “You bring pants”, he stated as he took the pile of jeans and shorts from my arms. He disappeared behind the curtain again. I sat on one of the stools nearby as he modeled the jeans and shorts for me. His body looked amazing in all of it. His ass was a sight to behold in jeans that actually fit him. I could feel myself getting aroused as he turned around and asked if they weren’t too tight. Sometimes he would ask me for a different size or color and I would look for it. The store was pretty much empty. There was one clerk who kept herself busy with folding clothes. She smiled every time she saw me, but left us alone. Which was fine by me.

Soon enough, Miguel had quite some clothing that I felt would last him the next few days. I handed him some Speedos through the curtain, which he was very excited to see. He modeled a red one for me that really turned me on. I am pretty sure he saw my excitement, because he decided to pick it. On the way to the cash register he picked out some underwear. “Thank you so much, Jay”, he said. I could tell he didn’t really know what to do with himself. It was likely no-one had been this generous with him in his life. For the amount of clothes we bought, it was still not a high price to me.

I took Miguel to lunch once we were done shopping. It was a crowded restaurant, but we got ourselves a nice spot by the window. It was random moments like this that made me think back to when I was part of a couple and what I wouldn’t do to have that again. “You save me so much! Thank you! I must do something to say thank you”, Miguel said as he eagerly ate the food he had ordered. “Really, that’s not necessary. I am glad I have some company here. By the end of the weekend, you’ll probably be sick of living with me. I’ll just be writing”, I said, mimicking typing on a keyboard. He smiled. “Is OK. I need weekend to relax”, he said. “I go to work on Monday and maybe I feel OK to talk to my father.” “That sounds good”, I said.

On the way back to the villa, we needed to go food shopping. Miguel offered to make dinner for me and took his time picking the right vegetables. Once we got back, we put the food in the fridge together like couples do. Miguel took the shopping bags with his clothes into his room. The shopping trip had gotten me inspired and I opened the laptop on the patio and started writing. Miguel came out in his red Speedo and went for a swim. I was too caught up in the story to watch him, but I noticed he swam for quite a while. By the time I looked up from the laptop screen, Miguel just walked up the stairs out of the pool. I noticed the Speedo got naturally wedged up into his buttcrack, leaving about a third of his cheeks exposed. I’m pretty sure I stared with my mouth open as I watched him lay face down on a lounger. He had grabbed one of my books and was reading it, which I thought was sweet. I tried to focus on my writing again but he was right in my line of vision. His beautiful back and butt distracted me enough to close the laptop.

That night Miguel had made a lovely dinner, although we had way too much left over. When it got dark, we watched some TV until Miguel got tired. He hugged me goodnight. “Thank you again. Today was magical day.” We smiled at each other. I felt chemistry between us, but neither of us acted on it. He went to his room. I turned off the TV as it was attached to the wall that had Miguel’s bedroom on the other side. I decided to walk upstairs. I undressed. I looked in the mirror. Was I behaving like a sugar daddy? Was I loving this role too much? Wasn’t Miguel thinking he had to somehow repay me? I wasn’t even sure if Miguel was gay or if he knew that I was. I shrugged. I brushed my teeth and went to bed.

In the middle of the night I was woken up by a loud sound and a bright light. A thunderstorm raged, rain fell loudly on the roof and balcony and the lightning was bright, making me think we were right in the middle of it. I sat up in the bed. Lightning struck again and I saw someone in the corner of my eye. Miguel stood by the door of my bedroom. He was completely naked. His uncircumcised penis was a sight to behold, even in a flaccid state. I estimated it to be 6’’ long. He looked at me in silence. “Are you OK?”, I asked. “I can’t sleep”, he replied. “Do you want to watch the storm with me?” Silently he walked toward the bed and got in next to me. Our shoulders touched. Hesitantly, he grabbed my hand. I felt like he might be a little scared, but didn’t want to tell me. I looked at him and non-verbally told him it was going to be fine. For a while, we watched the lightning in the distance. At one point, Miguel put his head on my shoulder, continuing to hold my hand.

The next thing I remember is waking up the next morning. Miguel was curled up next to me, sleeping. We were still holding hands and his head was still on my shoulder. We must have fallen asleep. The sun shone brightly again this morning and with the glass walls we must have been so hot that we kicked off the sheets. Our raging morning erections touched, which was quite the sight. We were both well-endowed and easily reached 9’’. I started leaking precum, but I didn’t want Miguel to see. I slowly let go of his hand and got my shoulder out from under his head. I managed to get up without waking him.

Like every morning in Tulum, I walked out onto the balcony and looked at the view. But this time I looked back at the bed. Miguel had rolled onto his back, his cock standing up straight, the foreskin still covering the head. His face was in the other direction, but by the slow rising and falling of his stomach I knew he was still asleep. I looked back at the view of the jungle. I sighed. I had had a great time with Miguel yesterday, but I realized I was being so nice and generous with him because I had a crush on him. And because I didn’t want to be by myself on this trip. I had done so well in the first few days, I actually got lots of writing done. But now that there was some guy who needed help I went out of my way to save him. And he didn’t even know my intention behind all of this. Or maybe he did.

All of a sudden I felt an arm on my back. “Good morning”, I heard in the now recognizable accent. “Good morning, Miguel”, I said, “did you sleep OK in the end?” “Yes! I think I fall asleep watching the storm!” “So did I”, I said. I noticed that the bruise on his chin looked better and the black eye was hardly noticeable. We stood next to each other and looked over the treetops. I made an effort not to look down at his body, because he was right there and I was afraid he would catch me. He turned back to look at me and said, “Do you want to go to the beach today? I know a quiet beach.” “That sounds nice!”, I said. He smiled and unashamedly looked down at my body. His eyes focused on my crotch as he laughed. “Hey! I get that too”, he said, pushing my boner down to make it bounce. “Every morning!”, he said, pointing down at his own erection. I was caught off guard and didn’t really know what to do. In the end I shrugged and just said, “Yep. Every morning!” He laughed again and walked back inside.

When I walked downstairs, ready to have breakfast, Miguel was packing a bag with food and drinks. “You ready for the beach?” “Oh, you’re really fast!” “You want to go later?” “No, this is fine. Let me have something to eat and we’re good to go.” He handed me a banana and smiled.

Before I knew it, Miguel was driving me to a remote beach just outside of Tulum. When we got there, it was empty. I changed out of my T-shirt and pulled down my shorts as I was already wearing my white Speedo underneath. I put my clothes into the bag I had brought and pulled out my beach towel, which I neatly laid out. Miguel was surprisingly less prepared as he took off his jeans and was wearing the white briefs he had gotten from the mall the day before. He slipped those off as well as I saw his flaccid cock dangle back and forth. He went into the bigger bag he had brought and got out the red Speedo. He seemed completely comfortable being nude and took his time getting changed. By the time he was done, he said, “Race to the water?”, and we ran into the sea.

When we were in the water, I looked around. The small, deserted beach, the tall cliff, the beautiful water… nature was all around us, but we were the only people. “This is a gorgeous place, Miguel. Thank you for bringing me here.” “Is no problem! I am happy you like.” We let our bodies float in the water for a while. “You have nice body for…”, he paused, but I already knew what he wanted to say. “For man with grey hairs.” I laughed. “Thank you”, I said. “You know I’m only 40.” “Is true that grey hair make you look little older. But muscles make you look younger.” I smiled. “I am 35 years”, he said. “You look around that age as well”, I replied. “My father is 57. But look older now. Because all of his hair gone.” “Is he getting chemotherapy?” “Yes. And… radiation?” He wasn’t sure about the word, but he nailed it. “Both?” “Yes. Is better. He has appointment on Wednesday. I always drive him.” “Will you drive him this Wednesday, too?” “I think so. I will talk to him tomorrow.”

Suddenly Miguel splashed some water in my direction. I looked up and he did it again. I splashed some water back and before I knew it we were playing in the water like two kids. I submerged myself completely and pulled him under by his leg. When we came up, he laughed, but he wanted to get me back. I ran back to shore as I could still stand in the water. I heard him follow me close behind. Suddenly I felt my Speedo being pulled down in the back. He had me. He pulled the Speedo down to my thighs while I tried to keep running. He smacked my exposed butt and laughed. I couldn’t contain my laughter either, as he put an arm around me and we walked back to the beach. “Is OK to have naked butt here”, he said. “Nobody here.” He pulled down his own Speedo and lay down on his towel naked. I did the same. We were lying in the sun. Miguel read my first book and I just closed my eyes and tanned. In the end we both dozed off for a while.

When we woke up, Miguel showed me what he had brought for lunch and he opened some cans of beer. We ate some sandwiches and drank a few beers. We talked and laughed and just hung out naked together. My crush on him was developing further. We stayed at the beach all day. By the end of the afternoon it was time to go and I decided to treat Miguel to dinner at the nice fish restaurant where I had been by myself earlier in the week. I parked the rental car at the villa, so we could change into something else. When Miguel came out wearing the tight black V-neck and the equally form-fitting light blue jeans, I could not stop staring at him. “You look amazing!” He smiled at me. His stubble looked just right and his smile made his brown eyes light up. He put his arms out and slowly turned a full 180 degrees, to show off his clothes, but to me, also his body. Then he walked toward me to hug me. “Thanks again”, he said. As he pulled away he planted a kiss on my cheek. I was speechless as I looked at him. “You also look very nice”, he commented. I was wearing a grey long sleeve shirt which was a darker grey in the sleeves, and black shorts. “Thank you”, I looked down. I could feel my face turning red. “Let’s go!”, Miguel exclaimed as he put an arm around me and we walked out of the villa.

At the restaurant, the wine was flowing. Because I still had to drive back from the beach, I had slowed down on the beer during the day. But now I was starting to feel a little tipsy. And so was Miguel. His English got worse really fast. He stumbled over his words and then couldn’t stop laughing at himself, which in turn kept on making me laugh. We had a great time with delicious food and lots of laughter. When we walked back, we had to hold on to each other for support. I could have sworn Miguel grabbed my butt at one point. “Are you grabbing my butt?”, I asked. “You have nice butt”, he replied. I remember laughing.

When we got to the villa, I saw the stairs. “I don’t know if I can make it up the stairs… I’m a bit wobbly”, I said. Miguel just laughed. He took off his V-neck and left it on the sofa. “Should I sleep on the sofa?”, I said. “Noooo! That’s stupid. I help you”, Miguel said. We slowly went up the stairs and walked into my bedroom, Miguel’s shirtless body inches away as my arm was wrapped around his neck. Once I made it to my bed, Miguel laid next to me. “Now I am tired”, he said. “Thanks for a really fun day”, I told him as I looked at him laying there. He turned his head toward me and we looked at each other for a while. He then got closer and kissed me.

It was a kiss unlike any I had experienced. It was so passionate and tender, I got rock hard without touching myself. The kiss got more and more intense and soon enough we were taking off our clothes. “You have beautiful body”, Miguel said as he breathed heavily and kissed my chest and nipples. I moaned, but I could no longer resist. I saw the head of his fully erect 9’’ cock poke out the top of his white briefs. I bent forward and started sucking on it. Like everything else about him, his cock was perfect. When I pulled back his juicy foreskin, a wet and shiny cockhead appeared that was just the perfect mushroom- shape. I sucked on it as hard as I could.

After a while, Miguel pushed me away, probably because he was close to cumming. He put his hands on my face and kissed me again. “Can I please put it in your butt?”, he then asked. His cock was massive. I don’t think I had ever taken a cock this big and recently I had mostly topped, but I desperately wanted it. “Please do”, I said.

When he entered me it was slow and gentle. Feeling my hole envelop his gorgeous cock, was such a turn-on, I was leaking precum the entire time. He topped me in such a sensual way, keeping a moderate pace but going deep. He was fucking me doggy style, but his entire body was on top of mine. His hand on my chest pulled me closer toward him. His moans were deep and guttural. I felt so close to him, so intimate, and so aroused. I was sweating profusely. His thrusts slowly got faster and soon enough I came without touching myself. It was the fuck of a lifetime.

He pulled out of me and I was desperate to swallow his cum. I pushed him so he would lay down and I gave him a blowjob to remember. When he came, his moans got higher and louder, seemingly surprised I swallowed his huge load. We kissed some more until we laid down, held each other tight and eventually fell asleep.

To be continued…


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 1

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Dustin, the Boy Next Door, Part 2

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 3

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 5

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Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 1

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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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