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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 1

by RobertFoley


I sighed as I waited for the red light to turn green. It was Friday. One more day and it’d be the weekend again. Last weekend I had been doing an intense course on NLP and hypnosis so it had been a while since I had been able to be at home and chill out. This made me look forward to the weekend even more than usual. But now I was on the exact same route that I was on five days a week, to my job as a real estate and tax lawyer at the firm Hamilton & White. After losing my job and my relationship about five years ago, I sent out resumes to firms all over the US. This firm hired me. Because I had nothing keeping me down in Louisiana, I moved for this job, to Cedar Rapids, Iowa. I figured it would be a fresh start. Five years later and I had remained single. I had not really made any new friends except for the people at work, who, admittedly, were awesome. If it wasn’t for my co-workers I would have again been sending out resumes a long time ago.

The light turned green. I made a left off Boyson Road, onto the I-380. I zoned out and thought about what I still needed to do today. I was meeting a new client at 10:00, but wasn’t really sure what the case was about by heart. Thankfully I would still have some time to read through the e-mails with a nice cup of coffee. I took exit 20 A, which was an easy exit to miss. It had been the reason I was almost late to my interview all those years ago. With the Cedar River to my right, I could already see the tall office buildings of downtown Cedar Rapids. It was a nice part of town to work in. The Veterans Memorial Building on Mays Island reminded me of my Dad. The District Court was walking distance from the office but not as close by as the Dublin City Pub. Every now and then I would go there for drinks with some of the co-workers.

I parked and walked to the tall, white office building. The office was on the 11th floor, which made for nice views. At the front desk, I was greeted by Zahra Al Hashmi. At 21, she was still in law school, hoping to become an immigration lawyer. In the year that she had been manning the front desk, she had always gotten to the office before I did, and she had always seemed so motivated, ambitious, and hard-working. I wish I could be more like her. I probably was like her, 20 years ago. Because she wears a headscarf for her religion, recently she experienced some hateful comments from people on the streets, but it only seemed to motivate her to work harder and prove herself. I’ve seen clients look at her in certain ways, but she just doesn’t seem to care and keeps up a cheerful spirit. We are a diverse law firm, and that’s something I am very proud of.

“Hey Erick, good morning!” “Good morning, Zahra! How are you?” “Good! Finals next week, so I brought a book.” “I’m sure it’s OK, no-one can see from behind the counter”, I said as I smiled at her. “Here, take a donut”, she said. “Don’t tell Jason!”

I laughed and took a donut from the box. Jason was the new supervisor. This young guy that had been flown in from I don’t even know where. It would have made more sense to give the supervising job to Taka, who has been at the firm the longest. The rumor is though that he is the son-in-law of the Chair of the Iowa Judicial Qualifications Commission and therefore close to Mr Hamilton and Mr White, the owners of the firm, but I don’t think anyone has had the guts to ask Jason about it. He is in his early 30s, younger than me, but quite strict. He didn’t like that we all ate donuts every morning, as it would only slow us down. There now is the possibility to make protein shakes in the office. I’m pretty sure I’m the least fit person in the office, but I didn’t take it personally, I just simply didn’t listen. It’s not that I’m fat, but compared to some of the other people I am, let’s say, dough-y. But the rest of the office, especially the men, can pass for fitness models.

The middle of the office was a large waiting room with a coffee machine and a water cooler. The offices surrounded this more open area. Taka’s office was immediately to the left. I would guess she is in her mid-50s, but there is no way to tell from looking at her. Taka Asato is born Japanese, but has lived in Iowa with her husband for over 30 years. Even though I was born in the US from Puerto Rican parents, she sometimes seems more American than me. She is incredibly skinny, almost frail. It took a while for me to get her, as she is a very serious worker. She rarely goes to the pub with us on Fridays and seems not as interested in connecting with her co-workers. Now that I’ve known her for a few years, I know how to make her laugh though. Her door was open so I gave her a wave. She smiled and said, “Good morning Erick!” She always wore her black glasses and her black hair in a tight bun. She had a tendency to also dress completely black. Taka’s expertise is criminal law.

Next to Taka’s office, was Reda’s. Reda Hakimi is about my age, around 40 I think, and an immigration lawyer. He has been rather busy lately, lots of new clients coming in for him. He himself had been an immigrant from Lebanon at quite a young age. He has worked late a lot recently and was recently separated from his wife. He is quite an introverted man, though hard-working. I would say I don’t know Reda very well. His dark eyes and bushy eyebrows give him a distinguished look, making him an attractive man. Also helped by his broad shoulders and frame. He comes across quite serious, and lately that hasn’t changed. Reda’s door was closed.

In the corner there was a small break room. We mainly use it for lunch. There’s our own coffee machine and water cooler, so it’s different from the ones that clients use in the waiting room. No idea why.

Next was Jake’s office. Jake Holden is an out and proud gay man in his late twenties, who works as our paralegal. Very nice and smart guy. He has this innocent look about him with blond hair and big blue eyes. He was raised Mormon, but left the religion once he came out. I have found out from his sense of humor he is not as innocent as he seems. He works out and is quite attractive, but not usually the type I like. The real story about Jake is his boyfriend Ted. Ted is not only one of the funniest guys I’ve ever met, but incredibly attractive. Brown hair and blue eyes and a nice butt. Ted has come out to the pub with us before, and he’s the life of the party. Both Jake and Ted can be quite the gym bunny type gays. They are both incredibly attractive, smart, and fun to hang out with. I waved at Jake, and he waved back, but he was on the phone, so he couldn’t say anything.

My office was next to Jake’s. I put down my suitcase and hung up my suit jacket. I sighed again. I was quite jealous of Jake. In the years that I had worked at this company, I had never found the appropriate time to come out as gay in the office. It simply had not come up in conversation. But when Jake joined us two years ago, he introduced himself and within his first few sentences had mentioned he had a boyfriend named Ted. Why had I been so stressed out about it?

I started my computer, put the donut down on my desk and walked out for a coffee. I looked at the doors of the other offices, to say good morning to the other co-workers. On the other side of my office was the large corner office, which belonged to Jason. With his short, dark blond hair, his brown eyes, and a jawline that reminded of me of a comic book superhero, Jason Whittingham was like a man from every gay man’s dream. Today he had some very light, meticulously trimmed facial hair, but most days he was shaven smooth. His built body was stuffed into tailored suits and shirts every day. Mainly his large chest, his huge arms, and his firm legs and butt stood out. He had been a talented internet and privacy lawyer before he became our supervisor. He had revealed very little about himself. The accent on him that I could not place had turned out to be from New Zealand. But I knew he graduated from the University of Chicago, so not sure how long he had actually lived there. He had turned out to be a strict supervisor, which had been a bit of a change from his predecessor Mary Medeiros. The few times he did smile, he had one of those sexy crooked smiles. But mostly he had turned out a hard-working, serious man. His seriousness and strictness made him less likeable, which helped me to not develop a crush on this very attractive guy. This morning he was also on his phone. Unlike Jake, he did not look up or give me a wave.

At the end, right before the restrooms, was Marshall’s office. Marshall Young was quite a dominant presence. With almost a bodybuilder-type body, he would have been hard to miss either way. Marshall’s arms were practically bursting out of the sleeves of his shirts every day and his big muscle ass was a sight to behold. Besides that, he had a big personality as well. He was more frivolous than anyone else in this office, which was sometimes quite the breath of fresh air. He was loud, brass, and would speak of the women he had seduced during the weekend without any shame, yet I could never classify his comments as sexist. I had used to associate the British accent with classiness until I had met Marshall. Appropriately, Marshall was a divorce lawyer and had more than once seduced a client. Usually Jake would be the one to hear it from Marshall, as they were friends outside of the office as well. But Jake would usually later tell me. I knew Jason could never find out about this and I was unsure if anyone else knew. Marshall was always one to convince people to go for drinks in the pub on Friday afternoon, and he could definitely knock them down. On other days of the week, he took charge in convincing co-workers to go to the gym together. I went a few times and stuck to cardio, but seeing Marshall, Jason, Reda, Jake and Ted go at it on the weights and machines, made me feel horny at times, but mostly incompetent. So I didn’t always join them. This morning I saw his door was closed and remembered he had an early meeting with a client.

I got a coffee from the break room and went back to my office. I sat down, took a sip of my coffee and a bite of the donut and got to work. I took a deep breath and whispered, “One more day”.

That day at lunch, Marshall was definitely back. With his legs spread wide, he sat on one of the chairs, the crotch of his pants stretched to the limit. At a volume so everyone could hear, he was asking me about the course I followed.

“So, did you learn how to hypnotize people?” Taka and Reda were in a conversation with each other, as were Zahra and Jake, but all four now looked up. Jason was reading a newspaper and didn’t move. “Yeah, a little bit…” “That’s pretty fucking tremendous. Can you show us?” “What, now? Here?” “Are you saying you can’t do it?”, Marshall was provoking me. Jake laughed nervously. “Well, I’ll try, but…” “No-one is hypnotizing anyone in the middle of a work day”, Jason said in an authoritarian tone, still without looking up from the paper. “C’mon, boss… End of the work day then? Before we go for a pint? We are all going for a pint, right?” Marshall looked around the room, pointing at everyone. “Sure”, Jason said, he looked up and smiled that crooked smile before he looked down again. “Saucy!”, Marshall exclaimed as he clapped his hands.

That afternoon, I tried to remember all that I had been taught over the course of those two days. It had felt quite long ago. I had taken an interest in hypnosis quite recently. There was something erotic about having that amount of power over someone. At the course everything had seemed quite clinical. But I knew I could use what I had learned in a certain way. I just didn’t really know if it was appropriate to try on my co-workers.

The work day was coming to a close. Taka was leaving and wished everyone a nice weekend. Marshall tried to stop her and convince her to come to the pub, but Taka had hardly ever joined us for as long as I worked here. Zahra closed down the reception desk when 5:00 PM rolled around and said she couldn’t join this time as she was studying all weekend and wanted to stay focused. Jason then also wanted to leave, but from my office I could hear Marshall convincing him to stay for some drinks. Reda also begrudgingly stayed after being convinced by Marshall, even though he said he was exhausted.

We gathered in Jason’s office, where there was a sofa. I asked who wanted to be hypnotized. Marshall and Jake seemed most enthusiastic and sat on the sofa. Reda was like, “Fine”, and joined them. “C’mon, Jase, it’ll be fun,” Marshall tried to convince him. “Nah, I don’t want to.” “It won’t work if the person doesn’t want it”, I said. Jason sat behind his desk and just watched. Reda, Marshall, and Jake were sitting in that order, from left to right, on the sofa. My back was turned to Jason. I took a deep breath. I was taught a few hypnotic inductions, but always one-to-one. I had seen inductions where groups of people were put under, but had never practiced it myself.

“Put the palms of your hands together”, I started. I was surprised how all three of them followed my instructions. No goofing around or giggling. “Clasp your fingers. Point your index fingers up and keep them as far apart as possible. Focus all of your attention on the tips of your index fingers and my voice. Take a deep breath. Every time you breathe in, you breathe in relaxation and calmness. Breathe out. Every time you breathe out, you breathe out stress and worry. It leaves your mind, it leaves your body. Every part of your body is starting to become more relaxed as you focus on the tips of your index fingers. Nothing matters but the tips of your index fingers and the sound of my voice. Now imagine there are two little magnets in the tips of your two index fingers. Try to keep them apart as you feel them pull towards each other. The harder you try to keep your index fingers separated, the stronger the magnetic pull between them.”

As I looked at Reda, Marshall, and Jake, I could tell their eyes were getting tired. This was working. “Your eyes are getting heavy. Your whole body is feeling heavy. You know that the second your index fingers touch, you are going to fall into a deep sleep. Your entire body will finally be able to relax and let go of all stress and tension. You will only hear my voice. Your mind will be empty but for the sound of my voice. Now stop resisting and let your index fingers touch.”

Reda, Marshall, and Jake all collapsed against the back of the sofa. Their eyes closed and their arms dropped into their laps. Reda’s head dangled forward, Marshall’s fell back, and Jake’s rested on Marshall’s shoulder. They had slow but steady breathing patterns. They were clearly all under, but none of them had fluttering eyelids or their mouth hanging open. They were in a mild trance. I was quite proud of myself. I turned around to Jason to see his reaction.

Jason’s body had flopped over sideways in his desk chair. His body was still seated, but his upper body had fallen back and toppled over to his left. His head dangled to the side, his eyelids fluttering heavily and drool dangling off his chin. His left arm dangled down and almost reached the floor. His wide chest stretched the fabric on his shirt. His tie lead my eyes down to his crotch, which showed off a major bulge. Did he have an erection? How could he get hypnotized if he didn’t even want to? The guy from that course was talking about people who are extremely susceptible to hypnosis. What were they called? Somnambulists?

I looked around the room. It was dead silent. I had four handsome men around me in different levels of trance. This was quite a turn-on for me as well, as I felt my cock growing. Or were some of them just playing along? Maybe I could test them. I could think of only one suggestion to give them. “Somewhere this weekend, you will feel compelled to have sex and videotape it with your phone. You will send the video to me. Then you will delete it. You will forget you sent me the video. In fact, you will forget I told you this. Not too long from now you will wake up from trance. You will feel like you just woke up from a short nap. You will not remember what happened, or what suggestions I gave you, you will just remember sleeping for a little while. Nod if you understand.” I looked around and all four men nodded their heads. I still was unsure if the hypnosis had actually worked. “Every time I snap my fingers and say the word ‘sleep’, you will fall back into trance, just as you are right now. But every time I do so, you will go even deeper. Your body will relax more, your mind will go more empty and more blank. No matter what you are doing at the time, your mind will obey to my suggestions. Now I will wake you up from trance, counting up from five. 5, your conscious mind is starting to become active again. 4, you’re becoming aware of your body. 3, you’re becoming aware of your surroundings. 2, you will forget everything that happened during trance, you will just subconsciously remember my suggestions, and 1! Wake up and open your eyes.”

All four of the guys slowly started moving their bodies, sitting up straight. I spotted Jason wiping the drool from his mouth and chin as he looked around, confused. “Oh, wow, it actually worked!”, Jake said. “Holy fuck, man!”, Marshall exclaimed. “What… did I…?”, Jason mumbled. “You went under with them, Jason. I had my back turned to you, but the induction clearly had an effect on your subconscious mind. You must be quite susceptible.” Jason scratched his head, clearly confused. He definitely wasn’t just playing along. I heard someone knock on the front door of the office. “I’ll go, you get yourselves together. Should we go to the pub?” I asked as I walked out of Jason’s office. Through the glass doors I could see it was Ted. He sometimes joined us for our after-work drinks. His own work times were irregular as he was a nurse. But if he could join, he would.

“Hey, Ted! Good to see you”, I said, as we did the bro-hug. “Hi Erick! Where is everybody?” “Jason’s office. You see, I did a hypnosis course, and some of the guys wanted to get hypnotized, so…” “Oh cool!” “We just finished though, so we’re practically ready to go.” We walked into Jason’s office. All of the guys were standing now, still a bit confused. Ted gave Jake a kiss on the lips. “Did you guys just get hypnotized?”, Ted asked. “I’m pretty sure we did”, Reda said. “It was pretty cool”, Jake said. “What was it like?”, Ted asked. I snapped my fingers. “Sleep!” Jake, Marshall, and Reda all fell backwards, half on top of each other, onto the sofa. Jason’s eyes rolled all the way back into his head and his mouth fell open wide. His knees buckled and he fell forward to the floor, but I was just in time to catch him so he wouldn’t hurt himself. It was now I knew that none of them were playing along and I had actually hypnotized all of them. And I gave them a dirty suggestion. I started to feel regret. “Oh my God!”, Ted exclaimed. “Very cool! Can you teach me this for when he’s annoying?” I laughed hard at his joke. I needed to wake these guys up and get this over with. “I’ll bring them back, it’s time for a drink”, I said. “3… becoming aware of yourself. 2, becoming aware of your surroundings… and 1, wake up and open your eyes!” Marshall looked around, saw Jake was half on top of him and laughed, Jake and Reda smiled and were loving it. But Jason woke up on the floor and asked me, “Why am I on the floor? What’s happening?” He seemed less impressed or entertained.

To be continued….


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73 Gay Erotic Stories from RobertFoley

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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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