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Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

by RobertFoley


“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. “Not so loud”, I said through my own laughter.

Once we made it into the bedroom, I took off my clothes and lay down on the bed. The feeling of being horizontal felt amazing. I was ready to let my body fall asleep. I looked over to Matt, who was stumbling around while undressing. He stood next to the bed, bent over in his jock. It looked like he had been trying to take his pants off, forgetting to remove his shoes first. The way he was bent forward, I could see his hairless hole. I immediately felt myself growing a chub. “Do you need help, babe?”, I asked, half joking, half serious. “Uhm. Yes.”

I heard him kick off one shoe at last. I got up and walked over to him. I draped my naked body across his, my semi-hard cock pressing into his exposed crack. I grabbed his muscular arms. Matt moaned. I may not have helped directly, but he was certainly more motivated to get his clothes off than before. He was able to take his shoes and socks off, followed by his pants. I let my cock grow against his bubble ass. Matt stood up straight, looked back at me so I could kiss him. It was a long, passionate kiss. I slowly lowered the jock. I looked over his shoulder to see his erect cock jump straight up once it was released from its pouch.

I jerked Matt’s cock for a while, slowly pulling back his foreskin, exposing his head fully. Matt groaned. Equally slowly I pulled it forward again, letting the skin cover the head completely. He was rock hard and dripping some precum.

I turned Matt around and pushed him towards the bed. Not exactly stable, Matt put his hands on the bed. This gave me perfect access to his hole. I let myself fall to my knees and started rimming him. His gasps of surprise soon turned into whimpers. “Oh baby… ohhhh” I really got up in there, lubricating his hole as much as I could. Matt pushed his smooth, round butt back in my face. I grabbed a cheek in each hand to separate them. I loved the taste of Matt’s hole so much, almost as much as I loved the view of his ass in general. So I pulled back, still with a cheek in each hand and made his butt jiggle. It was the most amazing sight. I put my face back in there, just to feel both of the massive cheeks hit me in the face.

I was now so turned on, I had to fuck him. I pushed Matt onto the bed completely, where he obediently assumed the doggy position, arching his back up. “Please fuck me”, he said, drunkenly horny. I let my cock slide up and down his crack, teasing him. “Oh fuck… your cock is so hard, babe…”, he uttered. He let his face fall onto the duvet so he could reach back and separate his ass cheeks himself. I let my head caress his hole for a little while, which drove Matt absolutely crazy. “Please!”, I heard him beg, even though it was muffled by the bed sheets. I smiled. I let my head slowly enter him. I heard him gasp. “Oh yes….” Matt’s voice was now low and guttural. I took my time letting my cock go into him. His ass eagerly took all of me, up to the very base, which he had said in the past was painful and was only possible with him pulling away his substantial cheeks. “Give me all of you!”, he encouraged me. I did. Matt whimpered. I continued to fuck him slow. He got impatient and would push his ass back to envelop me completely. But I would pull back again slowly. “You’re making my dick leak”, he said, in a high-pitched whimper. His steady stream of precum had already stained the bed.

Matt was so eager tonight, taking all of my thick cock, making his ass loose and sloppy. After a while I slowly increased my speed, making him even more crazy. His moans got so loud, which made me even hornier. And before I knew it, I was powerfucking him like a bunny. His whole body shook back and forth. His arms gave out and he fell face first onto the bed. His entire body went slack, but I couldn’t stop now. I held his ass up and continued fucking him. I was so close. I shot my load right up his hole. I thought I wouldn’t stop cumming, it was such a large load.

When I finally finished and pulled out, Matt’s body collapsed completely. I checked on him. He also came a lot. It was quite an intense fuck. Cum was still leaking from his cockhead and he had soaked an entire section of the bed. I pulled his body into a more comfortable position and waited for him to wake up. I looked at his handsome face as his eyes were closed and his mouth hung open. His stomach rose and fell slowly with each breath. A slight snore came out of him and I realized he probably had passed out for the night. I rolled him to his side of the bed, which was the fully dry side, and cozied up close next to him. I basked in the afterglow a little longer until I felt the alcohol was still in my system and knew I was drifting off.

When we woke up the next day, we were both hungover. Matt didn’t really remember cumming, but he said it was a great fuck nevertheless. We slowly got up, put on sweats and walked into the living room. “Hey! It’s the party boys! Did you have a good time?” Shannan’s voice came across a bit too loud. We nodded. We must have looked quite hungover, as she told us to lay down on the sofa and brought us breakfast, juice and coffee. We told her all about the day and night before.

Matt had already been sent the video from the slingshot ride by Nathan. Matt was mortified as we saw him pass out almost immediately, wake up in a panic, and pass back out, a total of 5 times. I felt quite good that a number of those times he tried to call out my name as his first instinct. I just looked wide-eyed and a bit frightened during the entire ride. Some of the guys were already making fun of Matt over text. “It was so terrifying, because for a moment I just didn’t know where I was, being shot through the sky. I thought I was falling to my death each time!” “Awww”, I said, though I could not suppress a chuckle. “Or, well, that’s what I thought those two seconds before I passed out again”, Matt said, now laughing at himself.

And so started a day of us not leaving Shannan’s apartment. We watched some TV, and I could feel myself dozing off. I felt Matt cuddling up to me without fully waking up. We had a good nap, until I was woken up by the fake shutter sound on a cellphone. I opened my eyes and saw that Shannan had taken a photo of me and Matt sleeping and cuddling. To be fair, we must have looked quite cute. Matt had curled up beside me and was still sleeping with his head in my lap.

Over dinner, Shannan dropped a hint that she had heard us come home the night before. “So it turns out I still have problems falling asleep when I know my son is out partying”, she said. “You boys definitely had some drinks in you last night, I could hear you stumble around”. I suddenly remembered we had been having quite loud sex, and had totally forgotten to be quiet. “Yeah, I get so clumsy when I’m drunk”, Matt tried. Shannan smiled at both of us. “Yeah, though from what I heard neither of you really hurt yourselves. Would you like some more chicken?” I’m sure my face turned red, but that was the last that was said about it.

When we went to bed, and Matt climbed in next to me, I said, “So, your Mom has definitely heard us have sex”. Matt chuckled. “Yeah, that was embarrassing. We didn’t exactly try to keep quiet.” “Do you think she’s upset?” “Oh no, I think she secretly loves it. She loves you, she loves me, she loves that I’m in love, she just wanted to embarrass me, that’s all.” I smiled. “So, what do we do next time? Even louder?” “Uhm. No. This was enough embarrassment for a while”, Matt said. We gave each other a nice kiss and instantly fell asleep.

After a relaxing Sunday, it was time for Matt’s DNA magazine interview and photo shoot on Monday. He had asked me to join him and I was actually quite excited to see how these things go. I was certain Matt would do a good job, but he was actually very nervous.

We drove to the studio, where we met Sarah who had spoken to Matt on the phone. She sat us down at this table as we saw some guys set up a background screen and lighting for the photo shoot. Sarah gave us something to drink and thanked us for coming. “I understand it’s probably not easy to do this”, she said. “I am quite nervous”, Matt admitted, “but at the same time I feel like I have to do this.” “Well, I’m really honoured I get to do this interview with you”, Sarah said and she seemed genuine. She looked at Matt like she admired, or maybe fancied him, or likely both. “So I will take some notes, but I would also like to record the interview, is that OK with you?” “Sure”, Matt said. “If you want me to leave out anything that is mentioned, just let me know, all right?” “Yep, sounds good.” “Also, if I ask a question you do not want to answer, you do not have to. No worries.” I could feel Matt calming down, I knew he was less nervous now that Sarah seemed so nice. Underneath the table I squeezed his knee. She started the recording device and put it in the middle of the table. “Starting off, can I mention that you came in with your boyfriend Alex?” Matt turned to me. “Yeah, sure”, I said. “Cool. And feel free to join in the interview at any point”, she told me.

Sarah’s questions at first mainly concerned Matt’s coming out to his family, and from that she learned he had come out as bisexual long before his wedding to his ex-wife. She admitted that she had thought Matt was now coming out as gay and that that was why his marriage ended. Matt then talked about the invisibility of bisexuality within the LGBT community. I knew this was important for Matt to mention, so I’m sure he was glad to get it out so early on. Sarah then asked about why Matt decided to stay in the US when his marriage ended and about his current job as a gym teacher.

Other questions were about how dating had been like as a bisexual man, and why he never came out publicly during his rugby career. Matt gave honest and patient answers. I noticed he didn’t mention dating Dan while they were on a team together, probably on purpose. Soon enough Sarah asked a question about Matt’s current relationship. She asked how we met. “Alex is the brother of a fellow teacher at the school”, Matt said. “I picked up my brother to go drinking one day. Matt practically invited himself”, I said, for the first time taking part in the interview. Sarah laughed. “I thought he was so sexy”, Matt added. “But I was so nervous I drank too much and made a fool of myself.” “I remember I couldn’t believe this hunk of a man was even interested in me. I sometimes still have a hard time believing it”, I added. Matt smiled at me and gave me a kiss. We looked back at Sarah, who was looking at us with the widest smile. “That is so cute”, she exclaimed.

Sarah’s last question was about what marriage equality would mean for us. Matt gave the perfect answer. “We don’t have any immediate plans to get married. But it’s the equality part that means the world to us and so many of us in the community. Australian government has been so lazy with this, leaving the rights of a minority up to a ‘majority rules’ vote, even though it doesn’t concern most of them. I can only hope Australian society shows the government the right example, so that the kids who are growing up now will know that there’s nothing wrong with them and that they are accepted and protected here. That whatever happens, at least by law they are equal.” “I think that’s a great note to leave it on”, Sarah said. “Did I do OK?”, Matt asked. “Oh, absolutely”, she replied. “The article is going to be great!”

Sarah then took us to a clothing rack and asked us to pick something we liked. We were introduced to a woman named Olivia who was a styling consultant. “Would you mind joining the photoshoot Alex? You two make such a lovely couple!”, Sarah said. I hadn’t really thought about it. I felt a bit apprehensive about it. “I would love it if you would”, Matt then said. “I guess!”, I said, not feeling too certain. I felt some anxiety about having my photo in a magazine, but it felt like a small hurdle to make Matt more comfortable.

We both picked out some casual wear, for Matt a red and black plaid shirt, which remained open to reveal a white T-shirt and some jeans. They only had one pair that really fit Matt’s ass, but it looked good on him. I had a blue long sleeve and khaki slacks. We were introduced to the photographer Archer and his assistant Caleb. Sarah kept a close eye on proceedings. We were asked to do some cute couple-y poses. The most natural one was me hugging Matt from behind. We were then asked to stand next to each other, hold hands and look at each other. Then Matt hugged me from the side and I put my chin on top of his head. “Your bum is massive, mate”, Archer said. “I know, isn’t it great?”, I said, smacking Matt’s butt. Just then the flash went off. “Oh my gosh, don’t use that”, I said. Everybody laughed.

I was relieved when I was allowed to sit down and watch my boyfriend do the rest. “Would you mind doing some without the shirt?” Matt took off the plaid shirt, leaving him in just a white T-shirt and blue jeans, just as he looked on our first date. “Nice arms, mate. Can you flex them?”, Archer asked. Matt obliged and flexed one bicep while looking in the camera. He looked so hot. “You could totally be a fitness model, mate” “No thanks, this is awkward enough”, Matt said. Sarah turned to me and asked, “would you mind if we try a few with him shirtless? He’s so sexy, readers would love it.” I appreciated she asked me first, but I didn’t really know what to answer. “You’d have to ask Matt. I’m fine with it.” When Sarah asked Matt, he was clearly equally caught off-guard. “Uhmm… yeah, sure.” I watched them shoot a couple of photos of Matt shirtless. One with his hands in the pockets of the jeans, and one with his back turned to the camera, looking over his shoulder. “I think we’re done”, Archer said. Caleb walked past me as he carried some stuff away and he said, “You are one lucky man.” And he was right.

Two days later, we watched the results of the marriage equality postal vote on a large field in Brisbane, where they had put up a giant screen. A large crowd had gathered with lots of rainbow flags. Matt and I wore matching pink tanktops. Shannan had joined us, she wore a pink shirt and used a rainbow flag as a skirt. Dave was also there, he wanted to be with his best friend when the result was announced. He had tried to paint rainbow flags on his cheeks, and sort of succeeded.

Over 61% of Australians had voted in favour of marriage equality. The crowd went crazy. Matt hugged and kissed me. Shannan and Dave cheered and hugged us both. We saw proposals happen right in front of us. We all cried a little bit. All four of us went to the nearest gay bar Matt knew of, which was called The Wickham. We danced and celebrated with so many happy strangers.

That night, Matt and I celebrated even more by fucking. He was on his back, holding his own legs. I was on my knees fucking him, with one hand covering his mouth. I did not want to make the same mistake again. A new mistake I made is that when I got carried away, Matt hit his head on the headboard and got knocked out cold. I didn’t notice straight away, until I looked at him and saw that his eyes had rolled up, he had let go of his legs and was lying there unresponsive. At first I thought he had orgasmed, but there was no semen on his chest or stomach. I hadn’t stopped thrusting, and Matt’s head was still hitting the headboard while his lifeless body moved with my every fuck. Only then I realized what had happened and stopped. He woke up a few seconds later with a bump on his head and a headache.

“I’m so sorry”, I said. Matt laughed. “I’m not really in the mood anymore, so I’m sorry too”, he said. Then he saw my dick, still rock hard. “But at least let me get you off”, he added. He held my dick in both of us hands and jerked me off. He then licked the head thoroughly before starting to suck my cock. It felt so good. “I love how big your cock is, mate”, he uttered before going to town on it again. He worshipped my cock and balls and it didn’t take long for me to shoot streams of hot cum all over my stomach. Matt smiled and started licking it off. Then he kissed me, making me taste my own cum. “Thank you”, I said. “Hot fucker”, Matt answered as he looked at me with a flirty face. He cleaned the rest of my cum with a towel and then lay his head down on my chest as we both fell asleep.

When we drove to Dave and Nat’s wedding, and I saw Matt all fancy in his best man outfit, and myself in my suit, I realized something. Matt and I had been together for over a year now. And I felt like we were good together. The sex was hot, our personalities and senses of humor matched, and we just got along really well. But we hardly ever talked about the future. Did Matt want to get married a second time? Did he want to have kids?

The day before we had gone to the Koala Sanctuary Park with Jim, Holly, and their two kids. And seeing Matt play with his two nieces Piper and Emily, and how good he was with them, I had to wonder. I had long ago decided that I probably didn’t want to have kids. Being bullied as a kid, I just knew I couldn’t do that to anyone else. And I much preferred to travel the world. As much as people had said that my views on this would change, at 31 I still felt the same.

But today didn’t feel like the right time to bring this up. We arrived at the location and it was absolutely gorgeous. I saw some of the guys from the bachelor party and we all hugged. I met Nathan’s girlfriend Hayley, who seemed like a lot of fun. Dan and Joe were there, and I also saw Pete. I sat with them as Matt had to be up front for his best man duties. Just as he went back to check on Dave, he asked if he had any lines showing through his trousers. He slowly turned around fully. His fitted suit pants looked incredibly hot on his bubbly butt. “No”, I said, mesmerized by how hot he looked. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “good, because I am wearing a thong”. I couldn’t reply back. The thought of that was so hot. “As promised!”, he then said as he walked away from me. I’m glad I was already sitting down, because I wouldn’t be able to get up for a while.

The ceremony was beautiful. Dave and Nat looked amazing and were so obviously in love. The rainbow colors on the maids of honor and the groomsmen were touching and so appropriate. I had a hard time keeping my eye off my boyfriend and his tight pants. He looked over at me and winked a few times. “You may now kiss the bride!” Dave and Nat kissed each other so romantically and then walked down the aisle. We all applauded.

At the reception, I was so proud of my Matt, as well as sort of turned on by his formalwear, still. Not in the least because I knew what he was wearing underneath. Once Dave and Nat passed by us, Dave gave us both a quick hug. “Well done on not passing out at a wedding, mate!”, he quickly told Matt before he and Nat had to go and cut the cake. Matt laughed. “I do have quite the reputation”, he admitted to me.

I noticed Brayden at the reception, Matt and I went over to say hi. He was happy to see us and introduced us to his girlfriend Keira. “Keira… Hobart?” “Matt… Burne?” “You know each other?”, Brayden seemed surprised. “We went to primary school together!”, Matt said. “You were the first boy I kissed!”, Keira admitted. They both laughed and hugged. Brayden and I looked at each other in surprise. Then I remembered the story Matt told me in Nanango. “It is so nice to see you after all this time!”, Matt exclaimed. “You too! So, you have a boyfriend now? That was sort of on the horizon back at school!” “Yeah, I’m bisexual. I kinda figured that out with you and…” “Caleb, that’s right!” “So, well, this is random…” “Yeah, pretty cool though! I mean, what are the odds!” I could feel the awkwardness set in, so I could change the subject to the actual wedding.

Matt as the best man had to deliver a speech, which wasn’t his strongest point. But he read off a note and didn’t make it too hard on himself. I could tell he was feeling a little light-headed but he soldiered on. When Matt got off the stage, it was Brayden’s turn. Matt came over to me and said he felt a little dizzy. I escorted him to a chair in the back, where he briefly passed out. I am pretty sure no-one noticed. When he woke up, he said, “don’t tell Dave about this”. I laughed.

Matt and I danced the night away with Dave, Nat, and their friends and family. It was a great night. It was also the last night we would have in Australia as tomorrow we were flying back. I was sort of sad to leave, as Matt had so much people here that loved him. I drank a lot, maybe too much. At one point during the night, I said I got a little hot from the dancing and asked Matt if he wanted to go for a walk outside. “Aren’t you sad to go back?”, was the first thing I asked him when we stepped outside. He laughed. “No, it’s been great to see everybody and see my old home. But my current home is with you in Salinas. I miss these people when I’m there, but while I’ve been here I’ve missed being alone with you. I am ready for a love bubble weekend.”

Matt and I tried to have one weekend every two months where we stay in for the entire two days and just fuck, nap, watch movies, and eat bad food. We call it a love bubble. And he’s right, it’s pretty awesome.

“Can I ask you something else?” He laughed again. “Sure!” “Do you want to marry a second time?” I could hear myself slurring my words. I was definitely drunk, but Matt wasn’t. The roles were reversed. “Sit down here”, Matt suggested, as he gestured to a bench. That did feel good. “I would marry you if you asked me”, he said. “I would love to call you my husband, mainly because it sounds cool. But as you saw, weddings are not really my thing. But I would definitely do it again if you wanted it.” “And what about kids?” “Wow, lots of questions tonight. I love kids. I love teaching them, I love my nieces, I love your niece and nephew. But I also sort of love being able to give them back and to be able to be around them without having to have the responsibility for 18 years. Because there are things I would rather do instead of having kids, that would be so much harder if we did have them. I want to have love bubbles with you all over the world.” I audibly, and possibly exaggeratedly gasped. “I wanna have love bubbles with you in Europe, Asia, South America… That’s what I want the rest of our thirties, our forties, our fifties to be.” “Baby, I want that too!” I threw my arms around him and held him close. I could feel tears coming, and that’s when I knew how drunk I really was. “I know! I’ve seen that Bora Bora resort as your desktop screensaver. I’ve seen you searching for Greek islands in your search history. I want to do that with you. We have travelled to Florida, we went to San Fran, and now we’re down under, but every time it was with friends, family, or both. I am ready to see the world with just you, babe.” I kissed him on his cheek and held him tight for just another minute. “Are you ready to go back in?”, he then said. “We have to say goodbye to some people and get back to our Cali love bubble!” He attempted an American accent for those last few words. It didn’t suit him. I laughed. And then I sighed. This was going to be hard. “Let’s do it”, I said, and I got up from the bench.

To be continued…. The Matt and Alex story is still ongoing! But I will return to it later. Some other stories to tell first!


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***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I realized I woke up smiling. I felt relaxed and at ease. I opened my eyes and noticed I was spooning Dylan. There was something so very comforting about not waking up alone for the first time in a while. At the same time I was surprised about enjoying myself so much last night. I had definitely temporarily forgotten why I had met

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 1

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** “I told him the file is on the bottom shelf. I have it right here.” I snapped out of it. For maybe only a few seconds I had been staring at my new co-worker Greg. His khaki chinos were tested to the limit as I saw him walk to a file cabinet directly in my eye sight from where I was sitting at my desk and bend over at the waist. It felt

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** The past week had gone by so fast. Greg had been really friendly in the office, we were starting to become friends. Elsie had become suspicious, asking me if I was sure nothing had happened once I dropped Greg off at his place. I had promised Greg not to tell anyone in the office about the attempted robbery, and I had kept that promise.

Greg, the Excitable Wrestler, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** The last week at work had been slightly awkward. After Greg and I had practiced wrestling at my apartment last weekend, and I had knocked him out cold three times, we sat down and talked. I advised him again not to come to tonight’s wrestling meet, as I knew he would be eaten alive and be expected to engage in gay sexual activity. The

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 1

I sighed as I waited for the red light to turn green. It was Friday. One more day and it’d be the weekend again. Last weekend I had been doing an intense course on NLP and hypnosis so it had been a while since I had been able to be at home and chill out. This made me look forward to the weekend even more than usual. But now I was on the exact same route that I was on five days a week, to my

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 2

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

Jason, my Somnambulist Boss, Part 3

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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