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Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

by RobertFoley


Hmm… I woke up and realized there was no rush to get up. Last night had been fun, drinking with just the guys from the office, and Ted. Jason hadn’t stayed for long. He had seemed so confused by being under hypnosis, he asked me questions about it until he had finished his drink and then quite suddenly left. Reda hadn’t stayed too long either. It was Marshall, Jake, Ted, and I that had stayed for longer. Marshall eventually got to looking at the other patrons and was soon off finding someone to spend the night with. That’s when Jake, Ted, and I headed out. And now, for the first time in quite a few days I got to sleep late and take my time.

I rolled over to get even more comfy and I saw my phone flashing. I had a message from Reda. It was a video. And then I remembered. “Oh no…”, I said out loud. I had given my male co-workers a suggestion to send me a video of themselves having sex. I don’t really remember exactly what I said, but I had this feeling they were all just playing along, so I wanted to make them laugh. They hadn’t, and I had assumed they were still tricking me. But now I actually had a video. From Reda. Had they all actually been under? This was completely inappropriate. I couldn’t possibly watch the video… Could I? I wanted to delete it, but I was also quite curious. I decided to just watch it once and then immediately delete it.

The video opened on an empty shower. A bare shoulder walked into the frame and I saw the back of Reda’s head. He turned sideways and turned the shower on. I saw a nice, soft, circumcised, 4 inch penis flop about. His broad frame and sturdy build also resulted in quite a nice ass, which from the side popped out from the rest of his body. With Reda this wasn’t always obvious in the office, because he tended to wear wider clothing.

On the video, Reda was washing himself, lathering up his beefy, hairy body, until his hands wandered down and he started to pleasure himself. I had already woken up with morning wood, but this turned me on even more. I couldn’t help myself, I had to watch the whole video. His cock slowly morphed into a 7 inch boner with an upward curve. That’s when his hand really started going fast. He held on to the wall with one hand as he jerked himself off in an incredibly speed. The phone now also started picking up his heavy breathing. It didn’t take long at all before a few groans escaped Reda’s mouth and a few spurts of semen flew through the air and quickly left the frame. Without missing a beat, Reda started cleaning himself off, turned the shower off and quickly stopped the video. It was a short clip, but incredibly hot. I knew I had to delete it immediately, but the images were already replaying in my mind.

How long did the suggestion stick in his mind? How was that even possible? I checked when Reda sent the text with the video. 1:44 AM. Reda most likely had trouble sleeping after the separation from his wife, so this actually made me feel a little sad for him. The video wasn’t as sexy now. I was pretty sure the suggestion couldn’t have lasted overnight with the other guys, if I even had them in trance at all. So I was just going to assume this was it. Until I was making breakfast.

Ding! I checked my phone and had a text from Marshall. I didn’t know what to hope for. Another video, or just a message saying how much fun he had or bragging about who he picked up. It turned out to be a video. I was again doubting if I should watch it, but something in the back of my mind said I was going to watch it anyway and then delete it.

The video opened on a blond girl lying in bed with her back towards the camera. She was covered by a sheet, but we could tell she was at least topless as the top half of her back was naked. Then a naked Marshall came in the frame. I finally saw that large muscle ass in all its glory. It was definitely big, firm, and slightly hairy. He tiptoed toward the bed and lay down on his side, right behind her. He nudged her a little and seemed to kiss her neck, whisper something in her ear, or both. She started moving and rolled over toward him. They started making out. And this girl was all over Marshall. Her hands were all over his upper body, front and back. Marshall just sort of laid there and let himself be worshipped as they made out. As gorgeous as his muscled back and massive ass were, I was starting to get curious to what Marshall was packing. And that’s when he took charge.

He pushed her onto her back and straddled her. His ass from the side was magnificent, as it looked like a shelf, so large. But then I saw his dick. In a fully erect 10 inches, with foreskin still covering a bit of his cockhead, this man was impressive in every way. He ordered the girl to suck his cock and she happily obliged, willingly choking on it a few times in the process. Marshall seemed to be loving it as he folded his hands up behind his head and seemed to be enjoying himself. Then he licked her pussy, which was only enjoyable to me because I got to see a sideview of Marshall on his knees bent forward, with his massive, hard dick on show and his ass in the air. Soon enough she took his head in her hands and brought his face to hers. She asked him something I could not hear. He looked away and smiled. I heard her say “Please!”. After some convincing, Marshall faced the camera and sat on all fours. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This chick was now going to eat out his massive ass. As soon as her head disappeared back there, Marshall’s expression changed to pure ecstasy. This massive man, with bulging shoulders and arms, that I couldn’t stop admiring, loved getting his ass eaten out. And I can’t blame him, but to know this about a typical straight alpha guy, is sort of amazing. His moans were now clearly audible as she seemed to be taking her time back there. Because of the angle of the camera I could see precum starting to leak from Marshall’s massive ever hard cock onto the bedspread. Now I couldn’t help touching myself while watching this.

Soon enough Marshall sat up on his knees and made her stop. He turned around, again on all fours, giving me a peek of his slightly hairy hole. He made her lie on the bed, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and soon enough started fucking her. His ass was towards the camera so now I got a great view. He started off slow as she seemed to be yelping and grabbing onto him for dear life when the first inches went in. He took his time, but soon enough she relaxed and his pace went up. Even though it was straight sex, it was really turning me on seeing Marshall go at it. I knew it was inappropriate to watch my co-worker have sex, but my dick didn’t seem to care. They both started grunting and moaning and I knew orgasms were on their way. The girl started moaning in a higher pitch and then started getting the shakes while he was still fucking her. She was clearly having a great orgasm or really good at faking it. Not soon after, Marshall came inside of her with loud grunting, clenching his ass.

He laid on top of her for a few seconds, kissing her, most probably still inside of her. Then he got up, pulled himself out, removed the condom, and still with a hard dick pointing straight forward swaggered toward the camera and turned it off. Holy fuck. That was hot. I hadn’t cum, but I had a raging hard-on from watching straight sex. Which included a co-worker. This was bad. I quickly deleted the video. I shook my head and decided to get dressed and go to the farmers’ market for some nice food for the weekend.

I got freshened up and dressed, and was just about to put on my shoes, when…. Ding! It was Jake. This time I did not have any doubts and immediately opened the video. It opened on Ted, lying in the left side of a kingsize bed. He was on his back, sleeping. Sheets reached just below his nipples, and just seeing his smooth chest slowly go up and down while lying there all unaware, got me going. “Good morning”, I heard from out of frame, with the first syllable stretched out. Ted’s eyes blinked a few times and he looked up. Jake came into the frame carrying a tray with breakfast food. I was trying to see all that was on the tray but then got distracted once I realized Jake was completely naked. He had a tight little body. He had neatly trimmed hair on both his chest and his stomach, complementing his tight build. His ass wasn’t too curvy, but muscular. I spotted a 5’’ dick flopping about as he carefully put the tray on the nightstand next to Ted. To me he looked circumcised. “Baby, you didn’t have to do that”, Ted said, which Jake answered with a kiss. “Hmmm”, they both moaned. Soon the romantic atmosphere of what I saw shifted to a more sexual one as Ted starting touching Jake’s dick and jerking it. When they broke the kiss Ted looked up at Jake adorably and soon Jake sat on Ted’s lap. Not much later, Ted’s head went down and he started sucking on his boyfriend’s cock with unbridled passion. Jake moaned and put one hand on the back of Ted’s head. Ted looked up at Jake again, now while sucking him off, looking so eager to please. Jake’s cock was growing into an 8’’ beauty of an erection. “Please fuck me”, Ted suddenly asked. “OK”, Jake said as he pulled the sheets away, revealing that Ted was also naked and also had an erection. Ted was shaven smooth all over and his 6’’ hard dick flopped onto his belly. Ted came into action and got up on the bed on all fours, angling his ass away from the camera, which was a shame. He wiggled his ass in front of Jake who now stood beside the bed, about to penetrate Ted.

I could tell by Ted’s expression when exactly Jake entered him. Ted was what I would call a powerbottom. He didn’t seem in pain at any time, as a big broad smile came onto his face once Jake started fucking him. “Yes! I love that dick! Fuck me!”, he said, panting in between. Jake was clearly turned on, but his sex face was more stern, as sweat started making his forehead a little shiny. Jake’s thrusts started getting faster and faster and Ted was loving all of it, allowing his body to be flung back and forth. Jake then leaned over and wrapped his arms around Ted’s waist as they fucked like bunnies. It was so hot, I had already pitched another tent in my pants even though I was about to head out.

Jake suddenly pulled out and quite aggressively flipped Ted over on his back. Ted didn’t seem to mind at all and soon enough he was getting fucked again. Jake bent forward and kissed Ted while fucking him, but soon stood up straight again, holding Ted’s ankles. “I’m going to cum soon!”, Ted exclaimed. “Shoot your load for me then”, Jake said. Ted jerked his cock with one pinky in the air and moaned as he indeed shot his load all over his smooth stomach, while Jake continued to fuck him. “Yeah that was hot”, Jake said. “So hot!”, Ted agreed. A few thrusts later Jake pulled out and also came on Ted’s stomach, grunting furiously. He bent down again to kiss Ted on the mouth romantically. They looked each other in the eye and smiled. Ted softly said something I thought I could make out to be “Coffee’s getting cold”. Jake laughed and stood up. He got a towel off a rack on the back of the door and tossed it to Ted. His semi-hard cock flopping between his thighs, he walked to the camera and turned it off.

Wow. Innocent Jake from the office was an aggressive top. I deleted the video, waited for my boner to go down and headed out to the market. As I got in my car and drove away I was thinking about what had happened in the last 24 hours. I had just seen three of my co-workers naked and in a sexual situation. And it was quite sexy. But would I be able to look any of them in the eye on Monday?

The farmers’ market was really close to work, so for the most part it was the same old boring drive. But it gave me time to think. I made a mistake giving the guys at work a sexy suggestion. I mean, I loved it, but it felt wrong and inappropriate. There was no way back, the damage was done. There was no reason to tell any of them about it, as it would look like I took advantage of them and it would only embarrass them. I convinced myself that this had to stay my personal secret. When I parked by the public library on 5th Street, I felt less guilty.

I was looking at all the lovely food I was going to be indulging in over the weekend. I may not have much to do during the weekends, or at least socially, but I knew how to treat myself. I picked up a tomato and gently squeezed it. “Hey Erick!” I looked behind me and at first I did not recognize him. A butch, tall man in jeans, a loose grey T-shirts that still hugged his chest and arms and a blue baseball cap. The beautiful eyes and the square jawline gave it away. “Jason?” He still hadn’t shaved his now scruffy beard. He looked quite hot. Masculine. “Sorry, I’m probably the last person you would want to see”, he said in his low voice as he smiled his crooked smile. “No, it’s nice to see you outside of the office”. Jason was standing at the vendor next to me, waiting for these two other guys who were buying something. They were clearly a couple. “This is Tom and that is Tyrone”, Jason said just as they finished and turned toward me. Tom was about my height, Tyrone was slightly taller, but Jason towered over all of us. All three of them looked built. “This is Erick, one of the guys I work with”. We all shook hands. “Erick?”, Tom asked. “Not the Brit, not the blond gay one… are you recently divorced?” Tom pointed at me when he asked the last question. Jason laughed. “No, that’s Reda.” Tyrone gasped. “So this is the guy who hypnotized you and you woke up with a massive boner?” Jason covered his face with his hand, but I must have had the biggest smile on my face. “C’mon guys, it’s time to go”, Jason said as he turned both guys away from me and started walking. He kept walking as he said, “I am so sorry. See you Monday!” I watched Jason walk away, his beautiful ass beautifully showcased in jeans for once, until he disappeared in the crowd. “So… are you gonna buy that tomato, Sir?”

Once I got all of my things, I went back to my car. I sat down and waited before I started it. I had to process some of this. Jason seemed really close to this gay couple. It doesn’t mean he’s gay, of course, but… Wasn’t he supposed to be married or in a relationship with the daughter of the Chair of the JQC? The farmers’ market was quite a couple-y thing to do. And then the whole boner thing. I did think I saw something happening down there when he was under. Interesting. Jason was the only one to not send me a video of himself just yet, but he seemed deeper in trance than any of the others. Maybe that suggestion just didn’t take. Which would be a shame. Now that I saw him in a casual outfit, with his friends, in a non-Boss environment… Not strict, not all about protein shakes and client numbers… he was really sexy.

I drove back and spent the day lounging about. It was cloudy and 67 degrees (19 Celsius), so I caught up on my TV shows, read a book… And I googled what a somnambulist means. Apparently it means sleepwalker. When I googled ‘somnambulist hypnosis’, it gave me results about stages of trance in hypnosis. A somnambulist goes very deeply into hypnosis. The conscious mind is completely shut off in a somnambulist state, so the subject is unlikely to remember anything but more likely to carry out the given suggestions. I then googled a recipe and started preparing a meal with the food I got from the market. I had a lovely day just by myself. I opened a bottle of wine and made some popcorn as I watched a movie before bed. Just as I was undressing and ready to tuck myself in… Ding!

Jason’s video was sent at 11:33 PM. Did the suggestion really stay in his mind for over 24 hours? He had been in the deepest trance so I guess that made sense. And during the day he had seemed completely unaware. I was sort of taken aback by my own power as a hypnotist. The video opened on a shirtless body. Completely smooth, with rock hard abs, a wide chest and perky nipples. Jason stepped back and I saw his face. His scruffy beard was still there. I could now also see he was wearing dark blue sweat pants. He took them off to reveal white briefs by Hugo Boss. Fittingly, the waistband just said ‘BOSS’. Jason looked right into the camera as he grabbed his own bulge, which certainly filled out the briefs. He slowly lowered the briefs and turned around. His bubbly butt was smooth and perfect. He parted his cheeks and showed the camera his hairless hole. He fingered himself and moaned. I was getting more and more convinced that my boss Jason was gay and had been hiding it, much like myself.

Also, he was more than any of the others giving me a show. He moved the camera to face a bed. He stripped completely and lay down on it. His uncut cock was semi-hard and 8 inches long. It was quite thin, but still very arousing and impressive. He started jacking himself off as he looked straight into the camera. “Ooooh…” he said. “Yeah…. Ahhh… Wow…”, he uttered short words or sounds to emphasize his arousal . He spit right on his dick and continued stroking it. I was already naked and in bed and joined him. The way he looked at the camera made me feel like he was taping this just for me, which in a way he was, or at least his subconscious was.

He raised one leg until his knee was touching the side of his face. He was now jacking off with one hand and fingering himself with the other. The sounds he made got louder and his breathing got heavier. Soon enough he reached for something beside the bed and pulled out a large black dildo. I gasped. Jason had to be gay. He lubed up the dildo and his hole and then inserted it. His moans of ecstasy got louder and sharper. He slowly let the dildo enter his hole and miraculously got it all the way in. This clearly wasn’t his first time. He let go of his now rock hard cock as he fucked himself with one hand and held on to the head of the bed with the other. “Aw yeah, man!” He was making love to himself in a very sexy way. His body, his low voice, and the way he looked into the camera exuded a masculinity, a confidence that got me rock hard. This strict boss that I hadn’t even had for so long was turning out to be undeniably sexy. How had I not seen it before?

It didn’t take long until I could tell he was about to cum. He inhaled sharply and quickly as his forehead started getting wrinkled and he moaned louder. He looked straight into the camera as he shot ropes of white cum all over his chest and abs. I came at exactly the same time and got my chest and stomach soaking wet. I lay still in bed to see how the video finished. Jason picked up some of his cum with his finger and ate it seductively, again looking into the camera. He took the dildo out and put it on his nightstand. He got up and walked toward the camera. His dick was still rock hard as it came closer and covered the screen just when he turned the camera off.

Wow. I lay down in bed a bit longer, letting this all sink in. Then I felt a drop of cum go down my side, so I quickly got up to clean myself off. That night and the following Sunday I couldn’t stop thinking about Jason. The way he had looked when we ran into each other at the farmers’ market, and the way he penetrated himself with that dildo. His gorgeous body, his beautiful face, his passionate sexuality. Before the weekend I did not think I would say this but underneath the tough exterior, he just may be the perfect man.

I got back to the office on Monday. In the car park I stayed in my car for a few moments to tell myself to just act natural. To forget about having seen my co-workers have sex or masturbate. If the suggestion worked, they will all have forgotten about it themselves. I mustered up my courage and walked to the office. And it was just a regular Monday. Zahra greeted me in her cheerful manner, Jake was all smiles when he said good morning, Marshall even complimented me on my tie. I couldn’t see anything different about Reda either, who again seemed a bit stressed out. Taka was due in court this morning. “Oh, Erick?” I turned around. It was Jason. He was wearing a baby blue shirt, with two buttons open. No tie today. His dark blue slacks fit tightly around his muscular thighs. “Yeah?” “Can I talk to you about something?” His body language said he wanted to see me in his office. I could feel myself starting to sweat. “Yeah! Sure”, I said, trying to sound as normal as I could. I sat down and he sat down across from me. I couldn’t tell anything from his face, which looked as stern as it always has at the workplace. He had shaved off his scruff. “Hamilton & White have invited all the supervisors of their offices in the US to this conference and gala in New York. I was invited with a plus one, but I don’t actually have a partner.” “OK”, I said, now realizing he had never mentioned before that he was actually single. But recently I had had my suspicions. “So, I wanted to invite you to come along with me”. “Oh, cool! Absolutely!” He didn’t remember. He had no idea I saw him play with a dildo. “I will send you the details over e-mail”, he said. “Great!”, I said, relieved. I started to get up and leave his office. “Oh, one more thing…” I stopped dead in my tracks. I slowly turned around. “About Saturday…”, he continued. Oh God. He remembered. “I am sorry my friends were trying to embarrass me in front of you. The hypnosis thing had a weird effect on me. Could you please be discrete with everyone in the office?” I was confused. “Oh, you mean what they said…” “Yes.” “Oh. Sure. I had already forgotten.” “Good. That’s all!” Again I turned to walk away, but as I did, I couldn’t help myself.

I snapped my fingers. “Sleep!” Jason’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell forwarded onto his desk with a bang. I still had him under my control.

To be continued….


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It was a Wednesday morning, just past 11 AM, and Jason and I had just boarded the airplane for the first leg of our journey to New York. We would have a short layover in Chicago before finally arriving at our destination around 4:40. I had never been seated in business class before and I did feel a little fancy. It’s weird how you dress differently for a flight when it’s work-related. I wore a

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 4

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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