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I was in one of those horny moods and needed a release by way of some hot man sex and the all male steam and sauna in the city was beckoning. I am middle-aged but still fit and toned for my age and as I've got older I've acquired a taste for cock - good hard cock - and love to suck it and be sucked off in return and this was exactly what I needed today. So naked except for the obligatory towel and all boned up I headed straight for the steam room my favourite area to cruise for cock. Read More...
Ryan left school that day wondering, as he often did these days, what he would do with his life in a month. He had turned 18 in March, now it was May and graduation was a month away. He had made the controversial decision to forgo college -- at least for a year. He was always a decent student, but for Ryan, school was never his big thing. And he honestly just wanted to take some time off to have fun and relax. This set him apart from his friends at Sacred Heart High School, many of whom were enrolled in colleges next year. Read More...
I was walking along the road, a 20 dollar bill in my pocket and my travel bag on my shoulder, my head still echoing with the shouting of my Mom and our the meeting with my Bishop. Yes I was gay; yes--I knew what that meant for me, loosing my priesthood, loosing the temple access, and at the end being excommunicated from my church. Leaving the ward where I grew up, all my friends, especially Bill, my buddy Bill, rather Elder Thorresen, once my best friend. Bill Thorresen and myself grew up in the same neighborhood, went to the same church, attended the MTC in Salt Lake at the same time, and, like if that wasn't enough for bonding us together, we did our two years mission together in Norway. So yes, Bill was my best buddy, and suddenly it seemed that this friendship was history...all our souvenirs erased because I openly admitted I was gay? Read More...
The crew had been pouring concrete in the hot summer sun since dawn. One of the new concrete workers was finding it especially difficult to concentrate around 4:45 on this Wednesday afternoon. Since starting the new job, Dan had become secretly obsessed with Mack, the brawny jobsite foreman. Read More...
I followed you as you went from ride to ride at the town's carnival. When I first spotted you it was your long flowing chestnut hair that caught my eye but soon my eyes wandered down your fit body to my desired spot. Your bulge was massive underneath the tight stone washed jeans you were wearing. I knew I had to have you right then. Read More...
A couple of months ago, my brother Matt and I were bored, so we decided to play cards. Well, at the end of the game, I didnt have the goods to pay up, so Matt offered me a way out of his debt. I followed him up to the room we share, and he started strokin his crotch. He told me that I was gonna jerk him off. "No fuckin way," I said. But hes the older brother, 19. Im only 18, and kinda skinny compared to Matt. He was always in better shape than me, so I knew that he could make me do whatever he wanted. I cant believe he was making me do this. He was always such a perv. Read More...
This all began very innocently one year ago. My name is Rob Brody and I had only been on the Rochester Hills volunteer firefighter department a few months. My immediate supervisor, Captain John Rockland, strongly suggested that, if I had wanted to get promoted to a full time position, I should do some community contribution in my free time. I had never had much free time with wrestling and playing baseball in high school and now just started serious weight training to break into amateur bodybuilding. Read More...
Last night I dreamt I went to paradise again. I believe we can credit the encounter to Daphne du Maurier. My tour in Cyprus was at an end, but I had hung on for a month, sending my wife back to Washington, D.C., to get the house open up again and everything there back in working order and to guide one of our children into a new university year. I had stayed past my assignment rotation date to attend an artists' gathering in the Troodos mountain village of Platres. A internationally well-known naive artist lived there during her summers and held an annual week-long artists' retreat there. I had been invited to the retreat because I had just published a novel based loosely on her intriguing life and she had done the cover for the book. We got along famously, and so here I was, gathered with her artist friends and trying to keep up with the talk of light and shadow and balance and depth perceptionnot unknown concepts for the creative writer either, I happily realized. Read More...
I remember it as if it was yesterday. I had gone shopping for clothes with my uncle. We had gotten home and my mom was in the kitchen. She wanted to see what we bought. My uncle and I went to the living room to change into our new duds. I was changing when my uncle also started to change. As I put on my new clothes, my uncle tried on one of his new suits. He had taken off his pants and I saw that he had on underwear just like mine, his were a lot fuller in the front then mine. He also had a lot of hair all over his legs I could not take my eyes off his basket. He saw me look but did not say anything. We changed back and again I stared at his full underwear. I thought that mine would never get that big. One weekend he came over to spend the night. Read More...
I had been asked to join the local profession/business men club that was setup like many in the country for retired men in order to share interests, friendship and do good chartable works for the local community.
On the face of it I was flattered, because I had received both a letter and a phone call; however, I had just turned forty and I wondered if the chairman of the club knew this. It had transpired that my lovely old neighbour, who was ninety five and still as sharp as a razor, had spoken with Ken the Chairman saying that I would be a good candidate to join. The problem was my neighbour bless her had muddled my age thinking I was going to retire in the next few months, when in effect as much as I wanted to call it a day, I would have to keep working abroad in my chosen field for at least another ten years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)
