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The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

by RobertFoley


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 said. I had one foot in the living room and I heard the TV, which had South Park playing. I saw the white boxes of takeout food on the coffee table. “Do you want anything to drink?”, Diego offered. “Sure, what do you have?” “Just beer and coke”, Diego answered, shrugging. “I’ll have a coke then. It’s a school night after all”, I smiled at him. He smiled back and then walked into the kitchen. I sat down on his couch and watched TV. I hadn’t seen South Park in ages and I couldn’t believe it was still on. “Heads up!”, I heard, as Diego threw a coke can my way. I caught it and was surprised at my own ability. “Thanks”, I said. He plopped down next to me on the sofa, told me what all the food on the coffee table was and then went ahead eating a spring roll from one of the boxes. “Dig in”, he said. I did. Diego silently ate and watched TV. “You wouldn’t believe the last few days I’ve had”, I started. “Huh?” Diego didn’t look away from the TV. “So what happened?”, he eventually asked. “At the park there was this guy with a dog and they were throwing a frisbee around.” “Uh huh.” “The dog kept bringing the frisbee to me, so the guy says if he does it again I should just throw it.” Diego just had a mouth full of both chopsticks and noodles, but looked my way. “So the dog does it again, I throw the frisbee, further than I’ve ever thrown anything, and guess what.” “What?” “I hit the guy in the head and knock him out cold.” “Ouch.” “Well, yeah.” “Did he wake up?” “No. The ambulance took him away and stuff.” “Wow. Heavy shit”, Diego said, looking at the TV again. “Oh I love this part!” “You… you’ve already seen this?” “Yeah, it’s a re-run, but it’s great! Don’t you know this episode? It’s a classic!” “I don’t, no.” Diego starts explaining the South Park episode and I had to admit it was actually quite funny societal commentary. But I was starting to feel like Diego didn’t have much interest in what I had to say. I started to finally notice that age difference we had.

When the episode finished, a second one started. Once that also finished, we were done eating. Diego turned off the TV. “I’m full”, he said and he finally looked at me again with full attention. “Me too”, I said and smiled at him. Our physical chemistry was still incredible and I felt myself get turned on just because we locked eyes in silence for about 5 seconds. “I’m glad you’re here”, he said. “I’m glad I’m here too”, I could feel my smile widen to an extent that it hurt my cheeks. Diego slowly leaned in and kissed me. My hands were all over his body as I felt his defined chest, abs and arms. He pulled me in closer so our chests touched. My hands were now all over his muscled back. I lifted his tanktop. He stopped kissing me and raised his arms so I could pull it off. I took a good look at his body and started kissing his chest and nipples. He moaned softly. After a while he pulled me up toward him, took my face in his hands and kissed me passionately. In the meantime, I grabbed his crotch and fondled his hefty package. I couldn’t control myself any longer and pulled down his shorts. I broke the kiss to look down. He wore brightly colored trunks underneath and the outline of his massive schlong was incredible, even though I knew what to expect. “You like my dick?”, he asked. I looked up at him and nodded enthusiastically. “Let’s go then”, he said as he picked me up off the sofa and pushed me toward the bedroom.

I had taken off my shirt and pants and stood in the bedroom in my tenting blue briefs. I turned around and saw him walk in behind me in his bulging trunks. I got on my knees and pulled down his trunks. I gobbled up his erect cock to the point where I could barely breathe. Diego pushed my head further down a few times, making me tear up and gag. I grabbed his cock at the base, but I couldn’t take it down to my own fist, it was too large. My blowjob became wet and messy, but Diego loved it. “You’re so good at that”, he said. He pulled me up onto my feet and then pushed me on the bed. He was rougher than the last time, but I quite enjoyed it. He pushed my head down and pulled my ass toward him. “Look at that hairy hole”, he said before diving in. He ate out my ass and prepared me for what was about to come. Soon enough I felt the lube being applied. “You ready?” “Yeah. Just start out slow.” I arched my back as I felt the tip of his cock enter me. “Oh yeah”, I moaned. He pushed himself farther and farther in and I noticed my hole was more used to his enormous cock by now. Though I still felt like someone’s fist was inside of me down to their elbow. “Unnnggh”, I uttered. “Your hole feels so good, babe”, he whispered. His fucking got faster and faster and to just lay there and take it felt amazing. Once again I just randomly shot my load on the duvet. Diego never noticed and just kept going. My cock stayed hard as he continued to fuck me. “I’m going to shoot”, he said as he pulled out. I got off the bed and sucked his load out of him. “Ahhh… oh yeah”, he said as he orgasmed into my mouth. His milky load easily went down my throat. “That was great”, I said, still on my knees. “Now I do you?” Diego looked down at me with a puzzled look. Then he laughed. “I don’t think so”, he said as he patted me on the head. “Oh, well see about that”, I said as I got up and winked at him.

I woke up. The first thing I saw was Diego’s alarm clock. It was 6:37. I soon had to get up and go to work. I was laying on my side and noticed Diego was spooning me. His arm held onto my stomach and I felt so comfortable in his arms. Then I felt something else. His rock hard cock lay across my asscrack. I smiled. By clenching and unclenching I could massage him. I felt his shallow and regular breathing on my shoulder. After only a few times I felt his breathing accelerate and his hips push into my ass more. I continued, now also wiggling my ass back into him a bit. I heard a short, stifled groan followed by the sensation of a warm liquid on my back. Diego barely moved. His breathing continued. I must have caused him to have a wet dream. I lifted his arm and got up. I looked at him lying there, some spunk dripping from the head of his cock, as well as some dripping down his stomach. I smiled. I felt the cum dripping down my own back and quickly went to the bathroom and showered.

When I came back, Diego was still asleep but had rolled over onto his back and pulled up the covers. I quietly got dressed, because it was really time to go now. I gave Diego a kiss on the cheek and left.

By the end of Tuesday I got a text from Diego that said, “Did you leave your undies here?” “Yeah I was late to work so I had to rush” “I don’t mind at all ;) xx” As hot as the sex was and we obviously had chemistry, I felt like that was all there was to me and Diego. This had become very clear this week.

By Thursday, it hit me that Chuck hadn’t contacted me. “Hey Chuck, how have you been? Do you need any help with anything?” I didn’t get a reply immediately and went into a meeting. Only after I had gone to the gym after work, I saw I had gotten a reply. “I’m actually doing pretty good by myself. Bandage is off, stitches go after the weekend. Thanks for asking!” I knew Chuck wanted a new friend, but he was clearly hesitant taking the initiative. “Wanna go check out a sports bar tonight?” He texted back immediately. “That would be great!” I smiled.

I picked Chuck up in Centreville. When he came out of his apartment building I was taken away by how he looked. A tight black T-shirt and some light blue jeans gave him a classic look. Just his scruffy black beard and his smile as he saw me standing next to my car already turned me on. “Hi”, I said. “Hey!”, Chuck said as he hugged me, “good to see you”. The hug gave me a full erection. I could only hope he hadn’t noticed. We got in the car and I asked which sports bar Chuck would like to go to. “I know this nice place in Fairfax, Prime Time…”, he said. “I’d rather not go to Fairfax”, I said. I didn’t tell him why not. “Oh. What about Backyard Grill in Chantilly?” “Yeah I know that place, it’s near my parents’ restaurant.” I started driving. “Don’t tell me your parents own Bawarchi, the Indian restaurant?”, Chuck suddenly said. “Yes! They started it when they moved to the US.” “Then I know your Mom”, Chuck looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and pretended I had to focus on the road. I didn’t know what to say. “That’s so cool.” “I’ve only lived here for two months, but that’s my favorite restaurant so far. Your Mom started recognizing me and giving me free naan bread.” I laughed. I wasn’t sure why, but I found it awkward how perfectly Chuck seemed to fit into my life just after I had met Diego. It seemed like a trap. Sure, there were areas where Diego wasn’t the perfect fit, but was that reason enough to toss him aside and give things a go with Chuck? “That does sound like her.”

When we went into Backyard Grill, we sat at the bar and watched the baseball. “Oh, baseball’s my sport!” “It is?” “Yeah, that’s how I know Paul. You know, the senator.” “Oh, right.” “We played baseball together back in Chicago. I only joined his team in DC last week. Hopefully after the weekend I’ll be able to play.” “Cool.” “Do you play any sports?”, Chuck asked me. “I just go to the gym and I go swimming sometimes”, I replied. “Oh really, which gym?” “There’s a Gold’s quite close to here.” “Oh, so you live around here, too?” “Basically the other side of the highway.” “Cool”, he said, just smiling at me. There was a short silence and for the first time I actually felt the chemistry. “Aww you guys make a cute couple!”, the waitress behind the bar broke the silence and our eye contact. “Oh, sorry”, Chuck said, looking away. “That’s all right! My name is Vonda, I will be serving you tonight. What are you in the mood for?”

After we ordered, Chuck turned to me and said “I meant to say sorry to you, not her. You wanted to just be friends. I’ll try to be less… flirty.” I looked at him. He seemed truly apologetic. I smiled. “It’s OK.”

I had a great night with Chuck. Time went by quickly as conversation just flowed. At one point I needed to take a leak. When I came back, I saw Chuck sitting on his bar stool from the side. I saw his T-shirt had ridden up. A thick, white elastic band stretched across his lower back. Below that I could see his milky white skin and the top of his buttcrack before his jeans covered the rest of him. He was wearing a jockstrap once again and he was unaware he was flashing a large part of the bar. I felt my dick getting larger in my briefs. This guy was so hot, so kind, so funny. He was perfect. I realized if I didn’t pursue this guy, I might regret it. I decided to ask for advice in my friend group during Sunday brunch, or maybe even over text once I got home. I sat next to Chuck on my bar stool and decided not to tell him about his plumber’s crack situation, because then he would know I was checking him out.

It was getting quite late when Chuck suggested we get home. “If you live so close, I can just get an Uber”, he said. “It’s little effort. I picked you up, I can drop you back off”, I said. “OK. Thanks!”, he said. We got in the car and I drove off. “Are we driving by your Mom’s for some naan bread?” I laughed. “I think she would quite like that, actually. But she would not let us go for a while. So maybe next time…?” “I was just kidding”, Chuck said. I laughed. “I know, but I like the idea! She would probably assume we’re together though.” “So, you are gay then?”, Chuck asked. “Yeah? Didn’t I say I was dating a guy?” “You said you were dating someone”, Chuck said, with emphasis on the last word. “Oh”, I smiled as I looked at the road. “But your Mom hasn’t met him yet?” “No, it’s still early days.” “That is such a good part of a relationship though”, Chuck said. “Yeah, I guess.” In the corner of my eye I saw Chuck turn his head toward me. He shortly chuckled. “I’ll stop asking questions.” I laughed.

When we got to his street, he said, “Thanks so much for hanging out with me tonight, I had a ton of fun. Hopefully we can hang out sometime soon again? Work out? Or we can go swim or play baseball?” “Sure!”, I said. I knew I was quite bad at baseball and the other two had the potential of seeing Chuck semi-naked and I wasn’t sure if that was something I should do or not. I parked by his building and turned off the engine. We both took off our seat belts. “Well, I also had a great time”, I said. We hugged, possibly a bit too long. I let go, leaving my hands on his shoulders, looking at him. I felt the urge to kiss him and decided to not resist. I kissed him passionately. Chuck seemed surprised at first but soon kissed me back. I pulled him close and it was like a fire burned inside of me. This was the hottest kiss I had ever had.

Suddenly Chuck pulled away. “I… I can’t”, he said. “Thanks for everything”, he mumbled and got out of the car. “Chuck!” But he closed the car door and walked into his building.

I sat in my car in silence for about a minute. Then I put my seat belt back on, started the car and went home.

The next day at work, my mind kept going to Chuck. I wanted to text him, but I didn’t know what to say. Instead I wrote my friends in a group text and told them what happened. “So what do I do now?” “You haven’t promised exclusivity to Diego, have you?”, Linda asked. “Yes, you can feel free to pursue both and choose later”, Michelle added. “I don’t think that’s in my nature”, I said. “Yeah that’s not Sal’s thing”, Kala agreed. “You know what,” she added, “have a conversation with Diego about what he sees for you two in the future. That’s a normal third date question, right? Because going by his behavior, I’m not sure he’s looking for the same thing as you, Sal. And I don’t want you to get hurt.” “And then you can only hope Chuck is looking for the same thing”, Michelle added. I thought about it for a while, and Kala’s advice made sense.

That night, Diego came to my apartment for the first time. “Nice place”, he said as he looked around. “Not as nice as yours”, I commented. He laughed. “Hey, sit down, I want to talk to you about something.” “Oh. OK.” Diego sat down at the table. “I wanted to know something. I’m just not so sure if we are on the same page on certain things. The sex is super hot…” Diego smiled at me cockily, but let me finish. “But at times I feel like that’s all there is between us. And I am looking for more than that. And before we go further, I wanted to make sure you do, too.” “Well… actually… You are indeed a hot piece of ass, and I feel like we get along great. So I do see the potential for there to be more between us.” It made me happy to hear this. “But your gut feeling is right. I see you as a friend with benefits. I’m not really looking for anything serious right now. And I’m seeing some other guys right now, actually. So, for me, I hope we can stay like we are right now.” There was silence. I couldn’t look at Diego. This was where the age difference really came in. I was 40, I didn’t have time to play the field. It was time for me to fall in love and settle down. I knew what I had to do. “So, can we go and fuck now?”, Diego asked. Then there was a knock at the door. “Uhmm. Excuse me”, I said. It was Mr Woodburn. “Well, hello Sailesh!”, he said, in his usual cheerful tone. “This happy little boy must have been looking for you.” I looked down and I saw Duke, wagging his tail enthusiastically. He jumped up at me and seemed really thrilled to see me. “Hey, Duke! What are you doing here?” He barked as if he was replying to my question. “Oh cool, a dog!”, Diego said as he got up and walked toward the door. “Well, I am sure you know who this little guy belongs to”, Mr Woodburn said. “Have a great day!” “You too, Mr Woodburn, thank you so much!” I couldn’t believe Duke had gotten lost. Did he walk here from Fairfax? Or from one of the nearby parks? I was so confused. Diego was enthusiastically patting him, and suddenly piped up. “Hey, he has a letter around his neck!” “What?” Diego handed me a small note.

Dear Sailesh,

Don’t hate me. I asked your mother for your address. After our kiss last night I knew I had to have you. I wanted you. All of you. Your sexy smile, your fit body, your intelligence, your sense of humor, but most of all your kindness. You helped me out on the day we met, the day after, and you were willing to be my friend. I was attracted to you when I first picked up that frisbee, but now that I’m starting to know you as a person, I don’t want to be without you anymore. Visions of the two of us going on vacations and growing old together shot through my mind all through last night. I really don’t want to make your life more difficult, because I know you are already seeing someone. That is why I walked away after our kiss. But I know by now that if you want something bad enough, you have to take a chance in life. So this is me, out on a limb. Please forgive me.

Love, Chuck

I felt a tear welling up, but I didn’t want to cry in front of Diego who was still playing with Duke when he asked “So what does it say?” And then I heard music outside. I opened the door and it was Chuck, playing the guitar. He was wearing a dark blue button down shirt tucked into black slacks. He had shaven his beard and looked amazing, all cleaned up. Mr Woodburn was sitting in front of his house, clapping. Duke ran outside and circled around Chuck. Diego came close to me and whispered in my ear, “I think you should be with that dude.” I nodded and wiped away a tear. Chuck was singing a version of ‘I Want To Thank You’ by Otis Redding. It was the sweetest and most romantic thing anyone had ever done for me. When he finished I ran over to him and gave him the biggest kiss. Mr Woodburn and Diego clapped. Duke jumped up against us.

I said goodbye to Diego, who clearly understood what had been going on. Chuck said he had one more surprise. He drove me and Duke straight to Bawarchi, where my Mom and Dad had prepared a nice meal for us. They had given us a nice, romantic table in the corner. Duke was very quiet, laying down by our feet. I explained everything that had been going on, and Chuck understood completely. “It says so much about your character that you wanted to give things with Diego a shot before even engaging in anything with me.” “And it says a lot about you that you hesitated getting between the two of us.” “But then in the end I did, so…”, he laughed. “And thank God you did!”

After the meal, I hugged my parents tightly. “I like him very much”, my Mom told me. “Me too”, I said.

We got back in Chuck’s car with Duke and drove back to my place. “I can’t wait to finally take you home”, I said. “And I can’t wait for you to fuck me”, Chuck said, revealing his preferred position. There was something about a masculine guy just saying that out loud that turned me on. When we got out of the car, Duke very quickly peed against a tree. “Good boy!”, Chuck said, and we went inside.

The door had barely closed behind us and the clothes came flying off. I struggled unbuttoning Chuck’s shirt, but after he had taken my T-shirt off, he just ripped off his own, sending the buttons flying across the room. His mildly hairy upper body looked so great, I had to start kissing his chest and nipples while I continued taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh wow”, he said as I sucked on his nipple. He had pushed my jeans down and saw my boner in my briefs. The head had just popped out the top. “This I have to see”, he said, as he lowered himself to his knees. He licked the head of my cock and then started sucking on the rest of my cock while it was still encased in my underwear. His hands in the meantime caressed my chest and stomach. “Your cock is heavenly”, he mumbled inbetween the sucking and licking. Then he finally lowered the underwear and audibly gasped. Clearly it was all about context. “Uncut, too”, he said as he looked up at me. He gave me a blowjob I would never forget as he really went to town on my cock, giving me so much pleasure. When he stopped, he said, “I need you inside me”. He got up and got out of his slacks, revealing that again he was wearing jockstraps, this time black. “Bedroom?”, he asked.

I took his hand and lead him there. My boner was bouncing around in front of me as I walked. I let Chuck enter the room first so I could see his ass in the jockstrap and he was beautiful. Smooth, big, and round. I pushed him so he would fall backwards on the bed. I laid on top of him and kissed him for a while. Then I raised his legs and inspected his hole for the first time. It was pink, hairless, and perfect. I licked his smooth hole slowly and gently. His gasps were a mix of pleasure and disbelief. I took a condom out of the nightstand and put it on myself. “Oh God, yes”, Chuck said before I had even entered him. When I did, a low, drawn out moan came from his mouth. “Yes… Yes… please keep going, Sailesh…” Chuck was holding on to his own feet as I fucked him. To feel my hips smack against his bubbly butt was perfect in both sensation and sound. I felt like we were made for each other. I looked at his face and I saw his eyes roll up a few times, like he was getting so much erotic pleasure, he was about to pass out. But every time he would blink a few times and he would be back to moaning. I saw a wet spot on the pouch of his jockstrap so I decided to take his cock out. As I fucked him, I saw his rock hard 4’’ cock bouncing back and forth, constantly dribbling pre-cum. I jerked him off as I fucked him. “Oh my God!”, he said and in a matter of seconds he came all over my hand and his own stomach. “Please keep going!”, he said. And I did. I continued to fuck him, but seeing his pleasure turned me on so much I couldn’t hold it. “I’m cumming”, I said. Chuck held on to my hips now, his legs still in mid-air, and pulled me closer into him. I groaned as I shot into his ass. He now pulled me in even closer my grabbing the back of my head and kissing me as I continued to cum. It was such a hot orgasm, afterwards I felt drained. I collapsed on top of him as we cuddled. “I never want to let you go”, he said.

That night, Chuck fell asleep with his head on my chest. I was so happy I wasn’t sure if I could ever fall asleep, but soon enough I drifted off. The next morning I was awoken by Duke licking my face. He had very politely slept on the floor. Chuck was still sleeping, holding me tight. I quietly pushed Duke off the bed. He didn’t like that very much, so then he proceeded to take the covers in his mouth and pull them off of us, revealing Chuck’s incredible bubble butt. It didn’t wake him up and I had an even better view. “Thanks, Duke!”, I whispered. He wagged his tail.

To be continued…? Let me know if you want to read more about Sailesh and Chuck!


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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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