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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

by RobertFoley


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 looked at me with a bemused look on his face. “I mean, we can…”, he said. “Please!?”, I asked him, as I put my hand on his back and stroked him. Dave laughed at Matt’s reaction. “I had a feeling the two of you wouldn’t be equally excited about this”, he said. “They can be such tourist traps though”, Matt said. As my hand went down Matt’s back, I felt the waistband of his thong sticking out the back of his jeans. I looked and noticed I could look straight down into the jeans at the two globes of his ass. I immediately felt my cock thickening. Automatically, my hand went down into the back of Matt’s jeans, only for a little while. Thankfully the chairs had full backs and Matt was seated by the window. I looked back up and wanted to made sure Dave didn’t notice. He looked straight at me, smiled, and winked. He knew. “All right, we’ll go somewhere next week”, Matt said. “We can take Jim and Holly and the kids.” “That’s me off the hook then”, Dave said. “Those animals smell.” We all laughed.

We ended up driving around some more, with Matt showing me more of his favorite spots in Brisbane. We got out of the car a few times to walk around. I saw his favorite park, his favorite bar, and eventually we stopped at his favorite bakery. We bought a pie to bring to Dave and Nat’s. Nat was going to get home from work soon and we wanted to go and surprise her by cooking dinner. However, once we got to Dave and Nat’s apartment, we put our groceries away and got distracted by Dave’s Nintendo Wii. By the time Nat got home we were 6 races deep into a Mario Kart marathon. Either way she was so surprised and happy to see us. We had Chinese food delivered and had a great night in, chatting, laughing, drinking, and playing on the Nintendo. Nat was so excited about the DNA Magazine proposal Matt had gotten, he decided then and there to text Sarah that he would go through with it. We celebrated with some bubbly wine. We didn’t drink too much, as Dave’s bachelor party was the next day.

The next morning I woke up and I noticed Matt had been looking at me while I was sleeping. “Hey”, he said. “Hey…”, I heard my sleepy voice say. “I love you”, he said. “I… I love you too.” “I can smell Mum’s making us eggs.” “Oh… Great.”

At breakfast, Shannan said she didn’t like she had barely seen us the day before. “Tomorrow we’ll be hungover so we will be around the house quite a lot, I imagine”, Matt said. Shannan smiled. She seemed genuinely happy with that. “We’re going to get home quite late tonight though, are you sure you won’t mind?”, Matt said. I now remembered he had suggested staying in a hotel after the bachelor party, so we could have some time to ourselves and so we wouldn’t disturb Shannan. “Oh, absolutely not! When you were younger I used to lie awake when you were going out. But now I’m sure I will be sleeping soundly by the time you get back. There’s no waking me up, no worries!” Matt looked at me. I just smiled and continued eating. Matt then proceeded to tell his mother about the call he got from DNA Magazine and she was so surprised and clearly proud of her son.

“I’m desperate for the gym after all the food and booze from last night”, Matt said that morning. We found the nearest gym and Matt didn’t waste any time to hit the machines. I was on a treadmill that looked out over the entire gym and was able to watch him do arms, chest, abs, and back. It was quite a full gym, mainly tough- looking gym studs. After 30 minutes on the treadmill to warm up and lifting some weights for my arms, I walked up to Matt. I never lasted very long in the gym, I thought most of the exercises were boring. I preferred to go running or do an actual sport.

Matt was doing pull-ups. I looked at him in his blue T-shirt and black shorts. I looked him up and down. His massive, muscular legs got my attention. I saw there was a slight stubble on them. Matt noticed me and got down on the ground. “Hey babe”, he said as he gave me a hug. Our sweaty bodies collided, I smelled his musky sweat, and I wanted more than a hug. “Bored already?”, he asked. “Yeah”, I admitted. “It’s fine. Just let me do some squats and I’m good for a few days.” While Matt walked to the squat rack, his shorts creeping up his butt, I knew watching him was the best part of going to the gym together. I sat on a mat nearby and watched him bend over to adjust the weight. He got positioned and placed the weight on his shoulders. He started squatting and the view of his ass turned me on so much. I was wearing tight briefs, but I still tried to cover myself as casually as I could in case anyone would see my erection. Matt’s shorts were working hard from the start of the squatting exercise, but he started going lower and lower until I heard an actual rip. I saw that the seat of his shorts had started giving way to his bulging bubble butt. The shorts had a tiny rip in the middle. Matt hadn’t heard or felt the rip clearly, because he kept going. On the next squat the entire seat ripped open to the extent that I saw he was wearing his black jockstrap, the straps of which clung tightly to his glutes. I even saw his beautiful pink hole.

Then I heard Matt gasp. He knew he had split his shorts. He carefully put the barbell back. Some of the guys who were lifting weights around him were sniggering or even laughing. I wanted to stand up and help cover him, but I was pretty sure I had just leaked precum and was worried I might be showing too much myself. I pulled my tanktop down to cover the crotch of my shorts and I waddled over. Matt looked at one of the floor-length mirrors. “I split my shorts!”, he said. “I saw!”, I replied. I blocked the view for most of the other gym-goers, but in the process, I couldn’t help but squeeze one of Matt’s cheeks. “Can we leave?”, Matt asked. “Yes”, I said firmly.

Because the gym wasn’t too far away, I drove Matt to his Mom’s place. We hadn’t brought a change of clothes, as we hadn’t planned to shower at the gym. So this was our only choice to sort of save Matt’s modesty. It was the first time I was driving on the left side of the road in a car with the steering wheel on the right. I had to focus more than usual, but I did fine. During the drive, Matt said how embarrassed he was, but that he was happy I was there. “I know you felt embarrassed, but it was fucking hot to watch”, I admitted. Matt laughed. In the corner of my eye I could see him look down in embarrassment. “Did you get a boner?” “Oh absolutely”, I replied. “It happens quite frequently back home”, he then said. “Why do you think I own so many gym shorts?” “Are… are you teasing me?” “Maybe” I laughed.

It was only a short drive. When we got to the apartment, Shannan was on the phone. She waved at us, but didn’t really look. Matt and I snuck to our bathroom without her seeing his ripped shorts. Matt showered first. I walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Shannan was still talking on the phone. I walked out onto the balcony. I looked at my watch and saw we still had about an hour before we had to leave for Dave’s bachelor party. I walked back to the bathroom and saw Matt shaving his legs under the shower. “Oh, hey”, he said. “Just doing a little body shaving.” In over a year I had never actually seen him shave his body. But he was almost always meticulously hairless. “Do… do you need help?” “Well… I guess. I already did most of it. Back of the legs and butt?”, he asked carefully, as if I would say no. I took my clothes off. Matt handed me the razor. I took some shaving cream and went at it. I took my time, and in the end I spread his cheeks to shave any last of the hair from his hole. “Careful…”, Matt said. But I was being careful. Once he was fully hairless, the way he likes it, and honestly, the way I like it, I licked his hole. Matt grunted. “That was just my reward for my efforts”, I said as I got up. Matt turned around and he was fully erect. He bit his lip. “That was hot”, he said. “You can help more often.” I smiled. I grabbed his uncircumcised dick. “Are you sure you shaved all over?” Matt gasped. With my other hand I grazed my hand across his chest which was smooth and shiny with the water cascading down his body. My hand wandered across his body and I could feel my own dick rising. Matt’s hand was on it in no time. “Do you boys want me to make you some lunch?”, Shannan’s voice came through the bathroom door. Matt immediately let go of my dick. I looked at him in panic. Did she know it was the two of us in here? “That would be great! Thanks Mum!” I stayed quiet. Only then I let go of his penis. We got out of the shower.

After lunch we took an Uber to the city center. Matt as the best man had to organise the bachelor party, but he got some help from a good friend of Dave’s called Nathan. Dave knew when the so-called ‘buck’s night’ was going to take place, but knew nothing about the planned activities. Matt said that Dave had explicitly said no strippers. “I don’t blame him, there’s just something inherently awkward about being in a strip club”, Matt said. “And it’s a weird tradition. He said he only wants to touch Natalie’s body, which is pretty sweet. But that Nathan guy is a stripper himself, so he didn’t get it. I had to convince him.” “Maybe Nathan can give us a show instead”, I said. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”, Matt teased me. I laughed and gave him a kiss. “I have to tell you something else. You remember how at my Dad’s it was mentioned I once dated a rugby teammate?” “Yeah?” “He’s probably going to be there today. He and Dave are still friends.” “Oh. OK!”, I said, maybe trying too hard to look OK with it, but I didn’t really know how I felt. “Wanted to let you know beforehand. Technically he’s not out, but Dave knows he and I dated. I’m not sure who else knows. So I’m not sure how to handle it.” “That makes two of us”, I said. “Well, the break-up was fine, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” “He let you go without a fight? What a fool.” Matt laughed.

When we got to the agreed place, there were 8 of us. Dave quickly introduced all of us as we stood in a circle. “This is Brayden, Nat’s brother”, he said as he put his arm on the shoulder of the very attractive Asian guy next to him. “These are two of my current rugby teammates, Joe and Dan”, Dave continued as he pointed to one heavy-set guy, who looked like he had ethnic roots in one of the Pacific Islands, and the other guy who was quite short, but definitely built like a rugby player. “Dan’s my ex”, I then suddenly heard Matt whisper in my ear. I had to look him over more carefully now. He had short black hair, a square jawline, and dimples when he smiled. He may have been on the shorter side, but suddenly I found him sexier than myself on every possible aspect. His broad build made me especially insecure. “…Nathan is my gym buddy”, I heard Dave finish introducing the next person. The male stripper also had a very attractive face and a muscular build. “Then there’s Pete, my neighbour”, Dave continued. The short guy standing next to me was also incredibly sexy, with a dark blond quiff. “And my former teammate, best mate and best man, Matt and his boyfriend Alex”. I waved awkwardly to the group. “So, I don’t know why we’re here, Matt and Nath, please lead the way!” “We’re going this way”, Nathan pointed. I stopped Matt and said, “is it just me or are all of these guys really hot?” Matt raised an eyebrow and without missing a beat, said, “it’s an Aussie thing”, and continued walking.

The first part of the day was an escape room, which I had never done before. I was pretty committed to the task. I saw that the athletes were specifically competitive. I got distracted at times by all of the sexy guys. Matt, Dave, and Nathan sat on the floor trying to complete some puzzle, their big butts stretching their tight jeans. “Babe!”, I then heard Matt say. “My man can do maths, come here!” I sat on the floor between my boyfriend and Nathan, and saw that the 3D puzzle had turned into an addition in the thousands. I tried to think quickly. “9,034”, I said. “Is it 9034?”, Matt shouted at Joe who was standing by a small locker with a combination lock. I saw Joe working the lock and soon it opened. “Yes!”, Matt, Dave, and Nathan all shouted. In the locker was a clue to the next part of the puzzle. It was quite fun to do. I wasn’t surprised when finally we managed to escape the escape room with minutes to spare. It had felt like a real team effort. There was a group hug to celebrate.

We took two taxis to the next surprise which was outdoor go-karting. I thought I would be really bad at it, as I am quite a careful driver. But after getting used to the kart, I did OK. Matt ended last and got shit from Pete and Nathan, who had been the fastest. Before the karting began, Dave was already pointing at the Slingshot ride next to the track. “Are we doing that next?”, he had asked. It wasn’t part of the plan, but the bachelor had asked for it, so now it had to become part of the plan. There wasn’t even that long a line. Dave and Brayden went first, followed by Nathan and Pete. “I’m not sure I can do this”, Matt then told me. He looked at Nathan and Pete being catapulted into the air and he seemed a bit scared. “It’s OK if you don’t want to do it”, I said. Joe and Dan went next. “Are you going by yourself if I don’t join you?” I hesitated. I didn’t want to go on the ride by myself, but if I said no, I knew Matt would insist to join me. I decided to be honest. “No, I’d rather go together”, I admitted. Matt looked down.

When it was our turn, I noticed Matt looked nervous. But he allowed himself to get strapped in. “Matt, you’re going to be fine!”, Dave shouted from the ground. I grabbed Matt’s hand. He was trembling. I couldn’t really look him in the face with the way we were strapped in. “You are”, I said. “Thanks, babe”, he said, his voice sounding nervous. “Are you boys ready?”, the man operating the ride said. “I… I guess”, I said. Matt didn’t answer. “3….2…..1!”, the man said. And we were catapulted into the sky in lightning speed. It was actually really cool and exciting. Once we got as high as we were going to go, the elastic pulled us back down and we went upside down. I could feel my stomach turning around as I saw Matt’s limbs flail in the air. He must have passed out. His knee touched mine and his arms went over his head and back as we did somersaults high up in the air.

I saw his hands quickly go back to the handles, as he was clearly waking up. “Fucking hell!”, he shouted, and his arms went up in the air again. The ride slowed down slightly, but was still pulling us up and down. Matt woke up a second time and immediately grabbed my knee. “Babe? I’m scared!”, he was able to get out before he lost consciousness again. The ride came to a standstill. “Babe?”, I asked in turn. I could see Matt’s arms hanging down and if I angled my head I could see his nose and open mouth. “Are you OK?”, I asked. There was no reaction. I could feel that we were taken back down. There was no movement from Matt while this was happening. As we got lowered back to the ground, I could see the other guys waiting for us and pointing at Matt, laughing. “Did he pass out?!”, Nathan shouted. Dave looked at me, shrugging and smiling.

Matt came to when the man who operated the ride undid his buckle. “Alex?”, was the first thing that came out of his mouth. “I’m right here, babe”, I said. “That was so fucking scary”, he replied. “Are you OK though?” “Yeah…. A little light-headed. And I don’t remember much of the whole thing.” I smiled. When we stepped down and joined the others, they immediately made fun of Matt. He laughed with them and handled it well. The guys insisted we paid extra so that the clip of Matt passing out would be posted on YouTube.

Afterwards it was time for a nice dinner. I sat across from Dave, who sat next to Nathan. On my left was Brayden. I chatted with Brayden for a little bit, and he was really nice guy. He said he had seen the picture Dave, Natalie, Matt, and I had taken in front of the Golden Gate bridge. “Nat had no idea she would be proposed to later during that trip. I had no idea either at the time. Dave did quickly say something to Matt though. But he didn’t tell me until later.” We had Dave tell the story of how he proposed in Seattle.

A little later I overheard Nathan say to Dave: “You’re such a fruit fly with all these gay and bi guys as your friends!” Dave laughed. “Hold up”, I said, which got even more laughs from both Dave and Nathan. “Who at this table is gay or bi?” “Nice to meet you, I’m Nathan McPherson”, Nathan replied, shaking my hand. “Registered bisexual”. I laughed, as did Brayden and Dave. “Pete’s gay too, isn’t he?”, Brayden asked Dave. Dave nodded. “And then there’s Dan, I’m sure Matt told you…”, he looked at me. I nodded back. “I hope he feels OK to be himself tonight… I kind of hope something happens between him and Pete tonight, they’ve never met before.” “Why not with Nathan?”, I asked. “Yeah Dave, mate, why not with me?” “Hayley would bury me alive”, he replied. We all laughed. Nathan already had a girlfriend.

The drinks had flowed during dinner. Now it was time for the final activity. We went into two taxis again and went to a club called The GPO. It was in an old, Victorian style building. The GPO thanked its name to what the building was originally built for, the General Post Office. We got our own private VIP-booth, which already had some drinks at the table. This was bound to be a good party. The music was electronic dance and we were having a great time.

A few hours later I was definitely drunk. I had laughed so much my cheeks were hurting and my feet felt heavy from dancing. Dave and I were sitting down in the booth, chatting. Dave asked about Matt’s fainting. “Do you feel like it’s getting better? Is he going to his doctor’s appointments?” “It’s mainly the same. Doctor says they’re experimenting with a surgery so he might get news about that soon. But it’s not really bothering that much of his life right now.” “Yeah, it was mainly with the rugby that he felt it ruined his life.” “Now it’s mostly when he orgasms from anal penetration”, I said. “What?”, Dave said. I just realized what I had said. “Uhmm. Yeah. So you didn’t know”, I said, looking straight ahead, not having to face Dave. Dave laughed. “I had no idea!” “Please pretend I didn’t tell you”, I started laughing myself. “Done! I am blocking that out! Don’t want to picture that!” We laughed so hard, I thought I was going to wet myself.

Not much later, Nathan was also sitting next to us. We spotted Matt talking to Dan. “You don’t think I have anything to worry about, do I?” “I don’t think so, from what Matt tells me he’s head over heels in love with ya, mate”, Dave said. “I know… But that Dan guy is pretty fucking hot.” “And, sorry to tell you”, Nathan started, “when I got drunk at Dave’s birthday and decided to strip, I gave him a lap dance. Guy grew a huge boner.” “Not helping”, I said. Just then, Matt laughed at Dan’s joke and put his hand on Dan’s chest. “Oh God. I’m going to have to go over.” “You mark your territory, I need a wee”, Dave said.

I walked over to where Matt and Dan were standing. Matt had his back to me and couldn’t see me coming. The closer I got, the more paranoid I became, as I thought they looked extremely hot as a couple. Matt was talking and Dan was listening intently, it’s like I could feel their chemistry. I stood next to Matt, when Dan saw me and he immediately started laughing. “…I swear to God, his cock is almost as thick as my wrist”, was the last of what I caught from Matt’s story to Dan. “Oh, hey babe”, he then said when he saw me. “We were just talking about you.” By Matt’s eyes I could tell he was drunk. “I know so much about you now”, Dan said, mockingly. I was so happy I could cry.

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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