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Christopher, the Substitute Wrestling Coach

by RobertFoley


It was still early on a Monday morning as Christopher Haskins drove to campus. He was looking forward to get back to work. His job was at the North Dakota State College of Science as an associate professor in IT support. He and his husband Robin had just gotten back from a lovely honeymoon in Mexico, which had lasted two full weeks. It was only a few weeks before the wedding that Christopher had come out to his closest co-workers. He had not felt comfortable to come out earlier and even now it was only to a select group. But they ended up being supportive.

Co-workers had obviously asked to see a picture of Robin. Christopher didn’t like that they made comments about how different they looked from each other. Even though they were both Caucasian, people tended to make remarks about the age difference. Robin was 28, Christopher was 42. Their body types did not help, as Robin was tall and lanky, blond with boyish facial features. But that’s what Christopher liked. Chris himself was more sturdy, even beefy. A well-built wrestler in his college days, he had kept up with the exercise but the six-pack abs had faded. His curvy body got all of the attention from Robin, especially his big round ass. Which went perfectly with Chris’s appreciation of Robin’s dick, which grew to an amazing 10 inches when hard. Thankfully, his co-workers did not know about this last part, and Chris made sure that they continued to think he was the alpha in the relationship, even though that was far from the truth.

Driving up 6th Street, he entered campus. Passing Hektner Hall and the Performing Arts Center, he took a right and saw Horton Hall, where his office was located. He parked, got out of his car and felt the chilly wind. With 39 degrees (4 Celsius), it was really not that bad for the time of year in Wahpeton, North Dakota, especially seeing as a 52 (10 Celsius) high was predicted for today. But compared to Mexico it took some getting used to. Snow and actually freezing temperatures were predicted for Friday and the weekend and Christopher was not looking forward to that.

Christopher caught up with his co-workers, told them all about how lovely the trip had been, but soon it was business as usual. He was filled in on what lectures his co-worker had taken over and his inbox was overflowing with e-mails. He sighed, grabbed a coffee and a donut, and started going through them. He received a text from Robin that said, “Missing you and Mexico xx”. The beach, the cocktails, and the romance seemed so far away in his memory, even though they only landed two days ago.

By the end of the morning, Christopher had caught up with everything and started preparing his afternoon lecture. He heard a knock on his door. “Hey”, he heard. “Oh, hey Tim”. It was Tim Bishop, in charge of the campus sports programs. Even though Tim and Christopher rarely had anything to do with each other on campus, they both went to NDSCS when they were younger and had kept in touch. They sometimes had lunch together, but would mostly talk about work. They were really not that close. Chris had a crush on Tim when they went NDSCS together, but this was no longer the case. Tim had not aged as well. He was bald, and ironically had grown quite the gut over the years. Chris wondered if Tim did any sport himself. “Can I disturb you for a minute? Just a quick question.” “Sure.” “Do you remember we were on the wrestling team when we went here?” “Oh, yeah!” Christopher got excited remembering those days. “I lost a coach because of a family emergency in Utah for a week and I was hoping I could get you to sub.” “What? That’s crazy!”, Christopher laughed. “I haven’t wrestled in years!” “It’s only for two training sessions. It’s these three kids who have a tournament next week. Can’t stop their training now, you know? The other kids can wait for a week.” “Yeah, I get that.” “Don’t you remember how your coach used to psych you up for competition? I’m sure you would be great with them!” “You know what, I’ll think about it and get back to you by the end of today?” “Oh that would be great! It’s Tuesday and Thursday, 4:30 pm and you’re sort of my last resort. No offence.” “None taken!”, Christopher smiled. “You’re the best, Chris!” Tim pointed at him as he left his office.

During lunch Christopher texted Robin about Tim’s proposal. “OMG do it!”, was Robin’s reply. “That would be so cool! Will I finally get to see you in a singlet?” “I don’t think it fits me anymore, babe… And I don’t really know what I’m doing, it has been a while.” “Just give it your best shot, I’m sure it’ll be fine.” “You do know how to get me out of my comfort zone. OK, I’ll give it a try. Thx babe xx” He called Tim to confirm later that day.

That evening at home, while Robin was cooking dinner, Christopher went into the garage to look through some boxes. He found the box that included the one trophy he had won with wrestling, a second place in State Championships. It also had his last singlet. “Oh, why the heck not”, he said out loud as he took the singlet into the house and went upstairs to try it on. It was a red singlet and it miraculously still fit. And Christopher wasn’t one to say this about himself, but he looked dang good in it. It magically brought out his brown hair and eyes, just like it did then. Chris was happy that it made him look slimmer. In the back his ass ballooned out further than it did in the 90’s when he last wore it, but that was really the only difference. Knowing Robin would jump on him the second he saw Chris in the singlet, he took it off and decided to save that for another time. As there were three kids to coach, he figured he would wear it tomorrow though, so they could all practice on a new opponent. All Chris could do was hope he wasn’t too rusty.

The next day, Chris was a bit nervous during working hours. Tim told him that the wrestlers were still in touch with their coach through e-mail, giving them their own specific pointers. Chris was sent these e-mails as well, so he knew what to look out for in each of them.

When it was finally time to head to the Activities Center, Chris realized he knew it was at the back of the campus, but he was not sure where it was exactly. Driving out of the parking lot, he knew to take a left, and another left at the end, onto 4th Street. He knew he had to take another left turn somewhere. He kept going, and just as he felt he might have missed it, he saw 14th Avenue. He felt like he was now in the suburbs, but he knew it was this far out. As he kept going, a building popped up towards the end of the street that had to be it. He drove up to a big parking lot, which wasn’t even 10% filled up. He got his gym bag and got out.

He looked to the building and it did look like a nice facility. Tim had been encouraging Chris to come see how they re-did it and come work out in the gym, but he had felt slight discomfort at the thought of working out around his own students.

When Christopher came in, Tim was already waiting for him by the front desk. “Oh, great! You’re here! I figured I would introduce you to the athletes before you get changed. They’re in the gym now.” “OK”, Chris replied. As they walked through the massive hallways, Chris felt the nerves really coming up now. They entered the gym, and Tim immediately said: “Oh, look, this is Tyrell.” Tyrell was a big, muscular African American young man with a shaved head. The e-mails from their coach mentioned that he depended too much on scissor moves and if things were not going his way he could get overly aggressive. He smiled as he shook Christopher’s hand and seemed in no way a violent type, more like a young Taye Diggs. “Thanks for filling in this week, Sir”. A very sexy young man he was. “Nice to meet you”, Chris smiled back. “This here is Darryl”, Tim continued. Darryl was more a scruffy type. Messy light brown hair, and a goatee. The tanktop he wore while working out revealed some chest hair on a quite large chest. The e-mails said Darryl needed to work on his arm strength and endurance. Darryl seemed a bit less social as he barely looked at Christopher as they shook hands. “Hey, coach”, was all he could mutter. “And last but not least, Diego”, Tim finished. Diego was a gorgeous man. Short dark brown hair, a trimmed beard and a trim but muscular physique. His original coach said about him that he had all the skills, he just needed to be more confident as well as gain weight. With a perfect smile he welcomed Chris. “Nice to meet you, Sir, happy you could be here this week.” Christopher was impressed with the visual of this young man as he mumbled something back about how happy he was about being here, too.

Chris was then shown a locker room where he could change. Tim told him where the training would be, wished him good luck, assured him all would be fine, and left. It was then Chris realized he brought shoes, headgear, and the singlet, but no jockstrap. He could not wear his long johns under the singlet, that would look ridiculous. This meant he would have to go commando. He hoped it would not be too noticeable.

When he got to the training area, the other boys were all suited up, clearly having used a different locker room. They all wore different singlets, and with the size of the team, Chris guessed they still had to pay for those themselves. Darryl wore blue, Diego wore silver, and Tyrell wore white. Especially with Diego and Tyrell, Chris could tell they had not forgotten their jockstraps. “OK, everybody. My name is Christopher Haskins. As you heard earlier, it is going to be me who is going to do this week’s trainings. I am a little rusty, as I have not wrestled since I was your age. Which is a while ago, but not ages.” All three giggled. “It is up to me to not let the absence of your coach distract you from your goals, which is winning at the Sectionals tournament in a week and a half. I was informed about the aspects of your wrestling that are your weakest points, so there is no fooling me. What my coach always did this close to a competition is to let us wrestle each other and let us wrestle him as if the legit competition had already started. Especially wrestling the coach could give one confidence if you won, or learn more about what to do differently. Also our teammates would watch us as we wrestled and we’d take a good while to figure out what happened and what we’d do differently. So are you ready?” “Yes, Coach!” “Oh, and call me Chris. First match: Diego versus Tyrell!”

Chris had come up with the schedule before meeting the guys, but it was sure a delight to see Diego and Tyrell wrestle. Tyrell’s ass really stood out in white as he went ahead and dominated Diego. Diego did seem hesitant, seeming unsure of what to do even if he had the upper hand. Tyrell took advantage of this when he got Diego in a body scissors, that got Diego tapping out way too quickly. After their little bout, all four sat down on the mat and discussed. “When you have the opportunity to make a move, just look at the position of your opponent’s body compared to yours. You’re thinking about it too much”, Chris told Diego. “You’re even giving him the opportunity to use his strongest asset, his legs. Once you know what your opponent’s strong point is you can take advantage of that, or if you cannot, avoid it. Now: Darryl versus me!”

While Diego and Tyrell rested, Chris took on Darryl. Of course Chris already knew his weaknesses, which helped him, at least at the start. Darryl knew to use his body weight to keep Chris down on his stomach. The feeling of Darryl’s body on top of him turned Chris on a bit. But he needed to keep his focus. Just in the moment Darryl tried to get his arm around Chris’s neck, Chris squirmed away from underneath him. Darryl was on his knees, trying to push him down again, but one unexpected move and Darryl lost his momentum and balance. And Chris managed to push Darryl down onto his back when they were locked up. Chris managed to keep him down for three counts. All four of them sat on the mats again. Chris was feeling rather full of himself, managing to beat this strong young man. But he focused on trying to help him. “Now, I knew about your arms being your weakness, and I didn’t deliberately take advantage of that. But when we were locked up, it was hard not to. Keep building those arms in the gym, or otherwise make sure you avoid a lock-up.”

All four of them went for a drink of water. Chris was feeling good, he felt like he was in control, and like he had been worried about this for nothing. The guys seemed interested in his wrestling past and all three seemed really nice. After a short break, it was Darryl versus Diego. Both had lost their earlier bouts and gotten feedback, so it was interesting to see how this would pan out. It was a close match that went back and forth. Darryl pushed Diego around as he had the weight advantage, but Diego seemed more confident in his moves when he did get some in. In the end, Darryl got visibly tired and Diego managed to pin him. They were both exhausted, it was the longest bout so far, but Diego raised his arms and seemed very happy. “You both improved a lot, I have to say. Diego just had better endurance. That is something else for you to work on Darryl, up your physical conditioning. Maybe go running a bit longer every day? But good job, both of you!”, Chris said.

Chris then faced Tyrell. Chris was a bit worried beforehand that Tyrell would get aggressive, but getting to know him, this did not seem a problem at all. Tyrell would be a tougher challenger for Chris than Darryl. Tyrell forced Chris down with his upper body strength. Chris resisted, but he knew this would take a lot of energy. So he hoped to just be faster in his movements and tried to overpower Tyrell that way. Chris couldn’t really get a hold of Tyrell though, and Tyrell, in turn, could not keep Chris in a hold. Chris could feel the frustration building inside of Tyrell. “Get down, dammit!”, Tyrell shouted as he kneed Chris in the stomach. “Hey!”, Chris muttered before he sunk to the floor. Tyrell then got a figure four face-to-crotch headscissors on Chris and squeezed. Chris wanted to say something, but he was smothered by Tyrell’s balls. As he looked up, he saw mostly Tyrell’s big bulge, and it smelled amazing. Slightly sweaty and musky. A part of him wanted to tap out, but another part of him thought this was so arousing as he felt himself get hard and saw his vision blur.

“Is he out?”, Diego asked. “Dude! You totally knocked out the coach!”, Darryl exclaimed. “And I got the whole thing on camera!” Tyrell released the hold and got up. Darryl got the phone close to Chris’s face, which was blank, eyes closed, mouth open. He videoed Chris’s unconscious body. As he was lying face down, ass up, it was hard to miss Chris’s massive mounds. “Look at his massive ass, you guys!” Darryl exclaimed as he walked for a better angle of Chris’s butt on the video. “I know, it’s kind of hot”, Diego said. Tyrell lifted Chris’s arm three times, and – with close scrutiny of Darryl’s phone camera – it flopped back down each time. Tyrell smiled big and raised his arms in victory. He lowered his singlet straps for the camera. “Good work, you guys, this is an amazing video!”, Darryl had finally put his phone down.

After about 40 seconds, Chris started to come to. He had to look around where he was, before he remembered what had happened. As hot as it was to be stuck in the figure four, smelling Tyrell’s bulge up close and slowly going under, it was mainly humiliating waking up and realizing one of the students had knocked the coach out cold. “Coach, are you OK?”, Tyrell asked. Chris noticed Tyrell’s singlet straps were down but was a bit too out of it to really appreciate the view. “Yeah, I’m good.” Chris looked up and saw the kids got a bit giggly as he got his bearings. He couldn’t even blame them. It’s hard to take a coach seriously after they were defeated by knock-out by a fellow student. “But Tyrell, you cannot knee someone in the stomach. That’ll get you disqualified.”, Chris said when he finally sat up on the mat and the students joined him. “Try to control your emotions when you get frustrated. Staying calm and cool is what will give you the edge to win a match.” A short pause followed. “OK, let’s get me a drink of water”, Chris said as he got up and walked. He felt a bit unstable but tried to hide it.

Again, during the break the kids were so nice to Chris, asking if he got knocked out before and what it felt like. They asked why he hadn’t tapped out and asked for advice about what is really the best time to do so. Tyrell apologized and checked if Chris was OK a second time. Only now Chris could admire Tyrell’s gorgeous upper body and the top of his jockstrap peeking out.

For the final two matches, Darryl and Tyrell were up first. Darryl had really upped his game, not wanting to lose all three of his matches. But Tyrell seemed more calculated than before, which forced Darryl to work even harder. Unfortunately, endurance was the decider yet again, and this being the third match in a short period of time, Darryl was the only one to lose all three of his matches. Chris worried about Darryl when it came to the tournament, as it takes time to improve one’s endurance. He expressed that to Darryl as well as saying that every little bit helps. If he starts today, it could still make a difference. Chris complimented Tyrell on being cool and collected and not getting frustrated when Darryl seemed to get the upper hand at the start.

The last student Chris was facing was Diego. Although Diego had gotten better throughout this training, gaining confidence, Chris was certain he could beat him. Chris had a massive weight advantage and knew how to use it. Diego had the physique of a male model, which definitely had its perks, but not on a wrestling mat. The match turned out closer than Chris had expected. Diego was more on the offence than before, taking initiative to get as many different maneuvers and holds in as he could. Chris felt overwhelmed through most of it, and was starting to feel sore from the earlier matches. He could feel he was breathing heavier, which should not be a surprise as he had not wrestled in so long. And wrestling is a different game to the machines at the gym. All of this made him realize that his weight advantage may not be enough.

And then Diego made a quick maneuver that made Chris lose balance and fall back on his ass. Diego went around, sat on his knees and clamped on a sleeperhold. Diego pulled Chris closer to him and laid down on his back, making Chris’s body stretch out all over his own. Chris was uncomfortable, but in heaven. He felt himself drift into unconsciousness a second time, feeling Diego’s dick against his bulbous ass. With his body exposed, he knew he was getting a hard-on and that it must have been easy to spot. Just as he was about to pass out, he felt a wave of pleasure going through his body.

“Get the camera!” Tyrell said. Diego got out from under Chris and looked at him. “He jizzed in his singlet! Handsfree! Dude!” “Look at that hard-on. This is turning him on like crazy.”, Darryl said as he filmed every inch of Chris’s unconscious body as it laid spread eagle before him. He zoomed in on the crotch where a clear outline of a now slowly subsiding erection was visible and the wet patch that covered the top of it. “So hot”, Diego kept looking as he stood next to his opponent. “Mr Bishop was right, this was totally worth it”, Tyrell said. “These videos have to go on YouTube, or somewhere!” Darryl was now filming Chris’s face. His mouth hung open again, wider than before. One eye hadn’t fully closed, only showing a bit of white. Chris was still breathing heavy, his big chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm.

When Chris’s eyes started fluttering, after about a minute, again he did not immediately know where he was. As he started looking around, he remembered he was coaching some wrestling kids. When he moved, he felt the wet patch and had a flashback. Wrestling Tim Bishop at a regional tournament with a sold out crowd. Tim had sleepered Chris out cold and it had felt so good that he had orgasmed in his singlet for everyone to see as he was unconscious. He had felt so embarrassed as a young 21 year-old that he had stopped wrestling. Chris had totally blocked this memory from his mind and had always looked back on his wrestling days thinking about all of the good times. Chris just was not sure if Tim had even remembered this when he had asked him to substitute today.

When looking at Darryl, Diego and Tyrell, who had again quickly hidden the camera phone, he felt even more humiliated than he did then. They all looked at him, his face, and then down at his crotch. “Sorry guys, that happens sometimes.”

Chris complimented Diego on his wrestling in that last match and quickly ended the training. Chris felt so embarrassed, he changed, rushed home, threw the singlet in the trash, cancelled on the second training on Thursday and didn’t tell Robin about any of this. Though he did casually encourage Robin to choke him when he was fucking him from behind. Because no orgasm had matched the ones he had when he was on the brink of consciousness.

The next day, Chris was e-mailed the two videos that were shot, along with some still pictures. “The boys want to thank you for a very exciting training session and are hoping you’ll sub again soon.” The e-mail came from Tim Bishop.

THE END


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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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