Getting TrainedIt had been a while since I felt good about myself. At 235lbs I was more than 50lbs overweight and more than a bit uncomfortable with my appearance. I mean, people would always refer to me as the cute chubby guy, or the pretty fat boy. But I just didn't like it. I know they were just trying to give me a compliment, but the chubby/ fat part completely canceled it out in my eyes....
As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn’t believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy’s cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy’s business partner, Mort Whitley, had driven up to the cabin and told me how...
(Continued from Part 6)Happy Thanksgiving from Big Brett!The alarm clock sounded, and Jim sprung up from a sound sleep. “My last day of class before Thanksgiving break!” Jim thought to himself. He reached down and picked up a t-shirt that he had removed the night before and slipped it on. He got out of bed with his typical morning wood and walked to the kitchen to boil water...
(Written by request for a satin fetish story by James A.)The music swells and the lights dim under the big tent, as the excitement builds in the audience and the buzzing conversations subside with the rising expectation that something—something special—is about to happen. Strobing lights and laser beams come up, gyrating around on the floor below and under the canopy of the tent above,...
The Hulk crouched near the bolted heavy oak door, eyeing Rab, ready to pounce, trying to anticipate where Rab might try to scurry next. The stone-walled chamber wasn’t small, but it wasn’t so large that Rab had much of a chance evading the Hulk much longer. Both men were panting, having played this cat-and-mouse game for several minutes, but Rab was more winded than the Hulk was. No one in his...
Fuck! Why did I agree to meet his ass here in the first place, I thought. I shook my head and cracked my knuckles as I stood at the bottom of the dozen or so cracked cement stairs leading up to the gym entrance. For some reason I couldn’t move. I just stood there looking up at the glass doors. I felt stupid.Five long years had passed since I’d seen or heard from my old trainer, Deon. I...
I still awoke at dawn despite having fucked, sucked, showered, cuddled and repeated a few times the night and wee hours of the morning before we finally slept . . . some. Jim was sleeping soundly, his almost imperceptible snores, as always, sending bolts of electricity straight to my balls. I had my arm around him, my nose to his neck, and I could smell the sex despite several showers, a...
I still remember the day fondly. It was my Senior year of high school. Wrestling season, the only sport I was really good at, was about to begin! I was really pumped finally being on the Varsity team after proving my worth and dedication being on the JV team during my Junior Year. My best friend and I both made the Varsity team, which was great since we were super close! We almost thought...
The first time I saw him when he was sitting alone on a bench in the park. It was hot and he was not wearing a shirt. He just sat there in jeans and sneakers and a sports cap on his head, his skateboard leaned next to him on the bench, and he dozed in the sun. His toned body naturally caught my eye. I appreciated the guy to a maximum of 18 or 19 years, so a good 10 years younger than me....
It had been a long and stressful workday. Hell, the three days this week had all been long and stressful. And for no apparent reason, the traffic northeast out to the coast where I was now living in my boyfriend’s lavish home was nightmarish. Twelve hours at the office, starting at six; almost an hour in so leaving at just after five; and then almost an hour and a half coming home. UGH!...
“YEAH!” my partner Jim’s nineteen-year-old son yelled and pumped his fist in the air after he caught me off my feet with a perfect shot to the baseline just out of reach of my desperately outstretched racket.“Good shot,” I called to Perry across the net. “Forty fifteen,” I called, reminding him he’d been a shot away from losing that game and the set and the match before that last-gasp shot....
I was a captain stationed at the American Embassy in Paris when I was twenty-five. I had been assigned to the Ambassador’s personal staff, and he and his wife had taken a liking to me right off. They were going to be attending Wimbledon that year as a guest of one of the Queen’s cousins, the Duke of Kent, with whom the ambassador had served on a UN peace-keeping mission in Cyprus. The...
I was on leave and had caught transport to the first place I could find with sun. Turned out to be Tampa. I went to the Grand Hyatt and sort of crashed the pool. OK, I totally crashed it. I wasn’t a checked-in guest, and had no hope of being one on my budget, but I thought the pool would be a great place to enjoy some sun. I was right about that. Not only was there plenty of sun, but there...
My eyes were glued to his body. I imagined I was the sweat gliding down his neck to his chest and over each ripple of his hard abs. I felt my dick throbbing, pressing hard against my jeans. I shook my head and came out of my daze. God, why was I lusting after this boy? He wasn’t even my type. Hell, he wasn’t even gay.Damien was fine as hell. No one could deny that. But I wasn’t really...
Ryan was the star soccer player of the school. He was 18 and a senior in high school, about 5’9 and 135. He had medium length hair and somewhat pale white skin. He had a smaller, yet firm ass, and thighs that made you just want to die and go to heaven. He loved pre-calculus, not because of the subject, but because of the teacher. Mr. Thomas was a Italian, Serbian and Greek hottie....
This is a story I’ve never told anyone. Only me and one other person know the details of what I’m about to reveal. It’s a story of me and my first sexual encounter. My name is Brian and as a kid, I was always really reserved and quiet. Never caused problems or complained and always kept to myself. People would think I was a little awkward until they got to know me. Once I became comfortable...
When I went to school the next day I noticed a lot of looks from the other students. I just tried to ignore the looks and went about my day. At lunchtime Jake and I sat at our normal table. I noticed a lot of people staring at us, whispering. Then I heard a shout....
I was getting pretty excited for the end of the week. I had a swim meet Friday evening, then I was going to spend the weekend with Jake. Jake's dad Bill discovered that Jake and I were seeing each other and he and Jake's mother were cool with it. There was just the factor of Alice and if Jake had to worry about Alice making his life miserable for the rest of the school year and then on into the...
Szerz? / Author: Bubblebuttluvr Fordító / Translator: Vladimir(A fordítás Bubblebuttluvr engedélyével készült. / This translation was being made with Bubblebuttluvr’s permission.)...
Slam! The sound of Jim's geology textbook closing echoed through the kitchen....
I didn’t even like the first boy I had sex with. He wasn’t too bright, and was pretty much a bully. In fact, I guess you could say he raped me the first time. In all, he blew me twice and fucked me once. But if it weren’t for him, I probably would never have found the love of my life.Brian was a year ahead of me in college. It was an all-male Catholic school, and we both swam on the...
First of all if you’re not legal, don’t read this.Below is a story taken from my book Sexploits of Gil Walker – Biker Tales...
I looked up at the clock as I swam. Only 3 minutes left of training. Then the locker room- my favourite place in the world at the moment. There I could conspicuously admire the delicious bodies of the bunch of hunks who were my team mates. I’m a closet gay. 2 minutes. I glanced over to the lane beside me. He was there. Liam, the hottest guy in the college. He swam so gracefully next...
Coach Michaels was a hunk. He was 37, about 6' tall, built like a brick wall, slender but solidly muscular, usually clad in a flimsy white t-shirt squeezed around two massive biceps and a barrel chest completely covered by thick, billowy swirls of fine, light brown hair, as were his thick forearms, whose hairiness swirled up slightly beyond his elbows, with thick tufts of hair billowing out from...
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