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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

by RobertFoley


“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 or me to give up seeing my brother once a week. But his friend Dave had given him an idea about coaching a sports team. So now, he was coaching the girls’ Under 9’s for the Salinas Valley Youth Soccer League. And I was obviously there to watch the first game. While Dads were watching from the front row, cheering for their kids, all the way up in the risers, behind me, were four Moms. They were drinking from a thermos that, I guessed, didn’t have coffee, or if it did, had an added ingredient. “Oh my gosh, he’s bending over!” “Are those jockstraps?” I was just looking at how Matt was instructing one of the girls, bending forward while putting his hands on his knees, to speak to her at her level. He wore the coach uniform, which was a bright blue. The jacket said ‘COACH’ on the back in white. The shorts seemed a bit tight on his oversized thighs and ass. But as I heard the women behind me, I also saw the outline of a strap running along his buttcheek right through his shorts. The women giggled and gasped. “Like, I need to find out if he is single!”, I heard. I smiled.

When we drove back, Matt couldn’t stop talking about how proud he was of his team. When he asked if I had enjoyed watching, I said, “I got quite distracted because you look so good in these shorts.” I was driving, but I quickly reached over and stroked his thigh. I heard him gasp. “Wow… surrounded by underaged kids, and still…”, he was mocking me. I laughed. “Hey, you were the one bending over, showing the outline of your jockstrap to all the parents.” “Oh no, really?” “Oh yes! And not just me. There were some Moms behind me who couldn’t stop talking about you!” “That is mortifying!” “Maybe wear a thong for the next match”, I suggested. Matt laughed. But then he said, “Well, it wouldn’t give me any lines, I guess.” “Exactly.” “Should I wear a thong during the wedding as well?” “Oh absolutely!” He laughed, but I wasn’t sure if he was serious.

It had been a few months ago that Matt and I had discussed going to Australia to visit his family and friends. I had intended to get us tickets to go back for Christmas, New Year’s, and Matt’s birthday, which is January 5. But it wasn’t much later that we got the announcement that Dave and Nat were going to get married in Brisbane in October, which was springtime in Australia. Dave had asked Matt to be the best man. So that pushed our plans forward. It was quite a hassle for Matt to get a few weeks off work, but he insisted he had to be there when Dave and Nat got married. And he couldn’t travel all the way to Australia without seeing his parents. In the end it all worked out and we were soon going to be on our way down under.

Matt and I had now been together for a little over a year. It felt so long ago that I first met him at the school my brother worked at. I was still as deeply in love with him as I was a year ago, and I could tell Matt felt the same. So it was high time I met the parents. I had spoken to his Mom via Skype, and she had been so nice. His Dad wasn’t as modern, so I had only seen a picture. Matt’s parents had been divorced since he was 18. His Mom had moved to the city of Brisbane, but his Dad still lived in the town where he grew up.

The day that we got to the airport, I realized I was excited to take my first trip abroad with Matt, and my first trip ever to Australia. But I was also quite nervous about meeting all of his family and friends. I really wanted them to like me. Matt seemed anxious to go back, most of all. It was going to be quite a long trip, but already at San Francisco Airport he was fidgeting.

Our first flight was 13 and a half hours long, to Shanghai. It was only noon, but we were going to try and get some sleep on the plane. This was probably going to be fine for Matt, as he had a tendency to fall asleep quite easily. I, however, wasn’t so great with sleeping in public and with jet-lags in general. But I was certainly going to try. We both were in sweatpants and zip-up hoodies, hoping to be as comfortable as possible on the plane.

As the plane took off, I held on to Matt’s arm. “Look at me”, I said. I could tell by his expression that he thought he was going to pass out, like he usually does during take-off. His body had tensed up so much, and when he looked at me, I already saw his eyelids starting to close down and his eyes rolling up, but then I noticed he was fighting it, focusing on me. In the end, his eyes rolled up all the way and his head dangled forward. Only for a little while. When he woke up, he was very excited that he almost fought off the unconsciousness. “Let’s try that again on the second flight!”, he said.

Just as I had predicted, Matt had no problem sleeping on the flight. His head felt heavy on my shoulder and his hand lay loosely in mine. I tried to watch a movie, and may have drifted off for a few hours. But I definitely did not feel rested when we landed in Shanghai, at 4:30 PM local time. I felt like it was the middle of the night. “You look so cute when you’re sleepy”, Matt said. “Do you want to get a hotel for a few hours? I read they have an airport hotel with hourly rates.” “No, I’ll be fine”, I said. The layover was only five hours. By the time I would be in that bed, it would practically be time to head back to the airport. And I figured I would be better off adjusting to this new timezone by staying awake.

Matt and I got ourselves some coffee and talked. Matt was almost hyper, that’s how excited he was about seeing everyone again. Once we landed in Brisbane, Matt’s Mom had invited us over to sleep off the jet-lag and for a family dinner with Matt’s brothers and their wives. The next day we would get in the rental car and drive to visit Matt’s Dad in Nanango. Which to me sounded incredibly exotic. “Don’t get your hopes up”, Matt joked. Then we would head back to Brisbane and stay with Matt’s Mom in Brisbane for the rest of our holiday. We would stay there for the bachelor party, which in Australia they call a ‘buck’s night, and the wedding. “So how… private… is that room going to be? Shouldn’t we just pay for a hotel? You know we’re going to be sexually frustrated. I’m sexually frustrated after a 13 hour-flight!” “Me too, babe, me too. With Mum’s place I reckon it’ll be fine actually. Dad might not be so keen on the whole boyfriend thing at all actually… And it’s quite an old place, so the walls might be thin.” “It sounds pretty rough, I’m not going to lie”. Matt laughed. “Look, worst case scenario, we spring for a hotel in Brisbane for some private time. Mum will understand. We can even spin it and say we’re going clubbing. We wouldn’t want to wake her up when we get home late, would we?” I smiled.

At 9.40PM our second flight departed to Brisbane. I felt so tired, I was actually a little drowsy. I was positive I would be able to sleep on this flight. I absent-mindedly looked out the window. As we took off, Matt shook my hand. “Babe? Babe!” I slowly turned around and saw Matt looking at me, but immediately he passed out. I totally forgot to distract him from the airplane take-off. His head lay back on the head-rest, his mouth hanging open. He woke up, but we were still far from horizontal in the air. “Sorry”, I said. He seemed a little disoriented and soon fainted a second time, this time with his head resting on his chest. When he woke up again, I again apologized. Matt said it was OK, but I still felt a little guilty. But tiredness soon took over my feeling of guilt as I don’t remember much else.

I woke up and noticed a blanket was covering me and Matt. I assumed he had done that. He had turned sideways in his chair and was snuggling up to me. His head was on my shoulder again. I tried to sit up and noticed that Matt’s hand was on my cock. I had a throbbing boner. He must have grabbed me in his sleep. He’s done it before when he hadn’t had sex for longer than a day. So I should have seen it coming. I now realized we were the only ones with a blanket, so I knew it was a gift from the flight attendants. My erect cock was probably making my sweatpants tent. I kept the blanket on us for a little longer, but I looked underneath how bad it really was. My cock was mainly covered by Matt’s large hand. But there was a clear outline. Matt, on the other hand was sporting a slight wet spot on his smaller tent. I was a little embarrassed and wondered how many people saw.

When we landed a few hours later, Matt also woke up. The second flight had been 10 and a half hours. It was now 10.15AM in Brisbane. I felt surprisingly adjusted to the timezone. It was also now Monday morning, even though we left on Saturday, which felt a bit like time-travel. I didn’t tell Matt what happened with the blanket.

Matt could barely contain his excitement that he was back home while we waited for our luggage. We went ahead to one of the car rental places and soon we were on our way to Matt’s Mom’s place. Matt offered to drive. Once we were in the car, and saw the steering wheel on the right side, I was happy that he offered, because I wouldn’t be able to deal with driving on the right side of the road. There were clear blue skies, even though soon we headed into a few tunnels. Once we were out, we were on a series of highways and large roads through an urban area. It wasn’t all that different from the US so far. Matt talked about how his Mom lived in a suburb called Indooroopilly. “Is it all indoors?” “No.” “Then why the name?” “It’s derived from an Aboriginal name. Everything that doesn’t sound English is likely to be. People from Brisbane call it Indro. It’s really quite a young area of the city, close to university campus.”

It was about 25 minutes when Matt took the exit off the highway. “My heart is going crazy”, he said. “When’s the last time you came here?”, I asked. “Three years ago, first Christmas without my ex-wife. Celebrated Christmas Day with my Mum and brothers, and went up to Nanango for a few days. Went back here for New Year’s.” He sighed. “It all seems so long ago.”

We took a left onto Moggill Road. At one point we passed a large shopping centre. “Ooh, we will have to check that out”, I said. “Yeah, sure!”, Matt said. I had started to enjoy shopping for clothes more now that I was with Matt. Seeing him try on clothes with his oversized behind was a favorite pastime of mine. Matt usually got frustrated with the small sizes and fitting rooms after a while. But Matt was going to have to get measured for his suit for the wedding either way. We made a right turn onto Coonan Street. “We’re close”, Matt said. We then went right onto Belgrave Road, and then the first left onto Henderson Street. We were surrounded by fancy, large apartment buildings. “Is it one of these buildings?” “Yes, right in front, on the left!” It was the nicest-looking building of the three that we saw in front of us. Henderson Street took us to a T-junction of Grosvenor Road. Matt took a left and looked for a parking space. “We’re here!” His eyes were wide with excitement. We took our luggage from the rental car and walked over to the main entrance.

We rang the doorbell for apartment 11, and I recognised Shannan’s voice from the Skype calls. “Is that you, Matthew?” “Yep, we’re here Mum!” She buzzed us in.

Once we had taken the elevator up, Shannan was waiting in the hallway. “Matty!” She threw her arms around him and hugged him tight. By her heavy breathing I could tell she was emotional. Matt seemed a little wobbly, much like when he met Dave at San Francisco Airport. So I tried to hold him up in case he passed out. “It’s so good to see you, Matty”, she said softly as she let go. I could see her wiping away some tears. And, as expected, Matt sagged in her arms, limp as a noodle. I slowly let him fall onto his knees. She fell onto her knees with him and continued hugging him. She held him tightly, holding him upright. His head was resting on her shoulder. Soon, he woke up. “Don’t cry, Mum”, he said. “We’re here!” They both got back up to their feet. “This is Alex”, he said, grabbing my shoulder. “Oh crikey, welcome Alex. It is so good to meet you.” She gave me a hug as well. I liked how the fainting episode wasn’t even addressed. They were both used to it. “I can’t believe you’re even taller than my Matty. I feel tiny!” Shannan was about 5’6’’ (168cm), which was short compared to Matt’s 5’10’’ (179cm) and my 6’3’’ (190cm). She was in her mid-50s and had long blond hair, which I was guessing wasn’t her natural color. Her skin was quite tan, something she didn’t pass on to her son. But I did see him in her brown eyes. “Come in!”, she ordered. We took our luggage into the apartment. It was a two-bedroom apartment which was decorated cosily. She took us to the guest bedroom, which wasn’t very large but would be just fine. It had a direct entrance to the balcony. We also had our own bathroom, with a spacious walk-in shower.

When we got back to the living room, Shannan was already preparing us some sandwiches for lunch. “Do you want anything to drink? Go sit out on the balcony! It’s a great day!” She was pampering us like a Mom is expected to when her son and his boyfriend visit. Once the sandwiches and our drinks arrived, I realized how hungry I was. Matt was telling his mother about the trip we had had, and anything that had been going on with him recently. The trip to San Francisco with Dave and Nat, the new coaching job… And in the meantime I was just eating. “I needed that Shannan, thank you so much”, I said when I finished. “My pleasure, sweetheart”, she said. Shannan wanted to know more about the planning for Dave and Nat’s wedding and the upcoming buck’s night. “I love how you’re going to be the best man for his wedding”, she said, “just like he was at yours”. “Let’s hope his marriage lasts longer though”, Matt said. I giggled as I sat back with my drink. “Well, you look like you’re quite happy with this fella over here!” Matt and I looked at each other and smiled. “Look at you two! Definitely in love. You know there’s a postal vote on gay marriage over here right now.” “Yeah, Matt told me about it”, I said. “I can’t imagine anyone who votes no has seen love like that”, she said.

Shannan and I already sort of spoke over Skype before, so she asked me if work was still so busy and if my parents were doing OK. Soon enough, she announced, “All right, I’m going to let you two take a shower and a nap if you need it. Later we’ve got Jim and Tom coming over with Holly and Mackenzie. So we’ll be a bit crowded. I asked Holly not to bring the kids, so I’m assuming it’s just the 7 of us. And I’m gonna go do the food shopping for that. Anything I definitely need to bring or not bring?” “Definitely bring beer”, Matt said. “No allergies, Alex?”, Shannan asked. “No, this guy eats everything I make him”, Matt replied for me. I laughed.

Once Shannan left, we finally had some time alone. We stood on the balcony and looked out over the tall buildings. I put my arm around Matt. “You OK?” We looked at each other. Our faces were so close our noses almost touched. Matt nodded. We kissed shortly, but romantically. “I just feel disgusting”, he then said. I smiled. “I know, it’s been days since we’ve had a shower.” “If you go first, I’ll start the unpacking.” “I wanna say deal, but I have a condition. I desperately want to fuck you once we both get cleaned up.” “Honestly, I’ve been thinking about your perfect cock since Shanghai. You got yourself a deal, mate.”

I ran toward the guest bathroom, where Shannan had conveniently left towels. I stripped and stood under the warm water. It felt amazing. I was towelling off when Matt walked into the bathroom. “Oh wow”, he said as he looked over my naked body. I laughed. He quickly tugged on my cock, already making it grow slightly. “Are you sure you want to shower first?”, I flirted. Matt sniffed his armpit. “Yeah, I’m not going to feel sexy like this”, he said, as he took his T-shirt off, followed by his sweatpants. I stayed and watched the show. He had gone commando all this time. His semi-hard cock, foreskin still covering his head, popped out and cheerfully bounced up and down as Matt kicked off the sweatpants. He then walked into the shower. He moaned. “The warm water feels really, really good”, he said. “I know!”, I said, “I didn’t want it to end.” I had finished drying myself off, and now I was just shamelessly watching my boyfriend shower. His bulbous, round ass was something I could always look at, but it was the longer moments like these that I could also admire his muscular physique. “I put out an outfit that I like for you”, Matt then said as he washed his hair. “Oh. Right”, I said as I snapped out of it. I hung the towel on the rack and I walked back to the bedroom.

Matt had laid out a T-shirt and shorts on the bed. I knew he liked seeing me in shorts, he had mentioned it before. I laid down on the bed naked. It was so comfortable, but I knew I couldn’t drift off for just a little longer. Matt came into the room in his towel, which he soon took off and dropped to the floor. His boner pointed to the ceiling. I got up from the bed and walked toward him. Then we heard the front door.

“Matty, are you here?” “It’s Jim!”, Matt said, as he quickly bent down to pick up his towel, wrapped it around himself and walked to the living room. I quickly slipped into the shorts that were on the bed anyway and I also walked out. I saw Matt, still holding his towel up, which was loosely around his waist, hugging Jim, his oldest brother, with one arm. The contrast between them was interesting, as Jim was a balding businessman and had shown up in a button-down shirt with a tie, and slacks. Whereas Matt’s muscular body was pretty much naked, revealing the top of his buttcrack right above the towel. Jim’s wife Holly was right behind him, her blond hair up in a bun. I caught her glancing at Matt’s body, yet she seemed a bit uncomfortable hugging Matt in his near-naked state. “So is this the American?”, Jim then asked, spotting me. “That’s me”, I said. “This is Alex!”, Matt said enthusiastically. I shook Jim’s hand, and then Holly’s. I myself was quite uncomfortable being shirtless among strangers, yet Matt seemed absolutely fine. “Mum’s just out for some food shopping. And we were just…” “Oh crikey! You weren’t about to do some arse-fucking, Matty, were you?”, Jim asked. “I was about to get my arse fucked, actually, mate.” Jim and Holly laughed hysterically. “But let us change and we’ll be right out.” “I’m timing you!”, Jim shouted. Once the bedroom door closed, Matt and I looked at each other with expressions that said ‘that was close’.

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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