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  • natchez refreshment
  • The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing sun, he had stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, however, and the storm clouds were rumbling in. He felt chilled and tried to free the jersey from the handlebars while still pumping away down the levee. The wheels of the cycle skidded on a rock, and the cyclist and bike slid down the side of the levee to the verge of the road below. The cyclist screamed in pain, as a spoke from the bike broke free and ran up under the skin along his abs. Read More...

  • my turkish student
  • The school year had begun and I started going to the caf near the university on a regular basis. In the summer I never went because it was far from where I lived. Today was the first day I'd be teaching a literature class for undergraduate students. I wasn't looking forward to it, because the class would be very large and many students would inevitably be unenthusiastic about what I had to say. Read More...

  • after practice surprise
  • Well, before I get into the story let me give you some background information. This takes place in a small school where everyone knows everyone. From the Kindergarten to seniors in high school there is a total student population of around 200. So now you know the smallness you also need to know that this is 'redneckville', (no offence to the gay rednecks) where if you aren't str8 and a cowboy you are an outcast. And so I was an outcast from the time I found out and even before when I decided I wasn't cut out to be a cowboy. Read More...

  • lifeguard gets horny
  • It was a regular day at the pool my shift was almost over and many kids just loved feeling my muscles. I am like muscle god I have well-defined abs, huge biceps, and the cute look. Just when I was about to close the pool this teen came up to me and asked if he could swim longer, I said okay but only for 15 minutes. The teen is probably eighteen years old his abs are defined and he's well built and very cute. Read More...

  • the boy was fine
  • Just when he was about to give up hope, the bumper-to-bumper traffic crept forward. Los Angeles, thought Mark Chapman, Traffic capital of the world. Growing frustrated with the snail pace traffic Mark started looking for the first exit available. The hopelessly snarled traffic, however, presented Mark with no outlet. Damn! He thought, I could make the whole trip from my home in Brentwood to the Downtown area faster than I could make this next off-ramp! Finally, he edged forward far enough to get around an old beat up Dodge Colt and exit the freeway. Now what? He thought. Spying a neighborhood hamburger stand he decided to kill the time getting some grub Read More...

  • daddys big dog
  • It was cold out today, but I still needed, to make dad warm. I got on gay.com and wondered for a bit in my local area. I snagged dad fast. He needed his cock sucked and fast. I was hot for some cock and got his picture and dad had mine. I did want him. He was the dad type and I knew I would be able to service him as he needed. I got directions and went right over to meet him. I hit his driveway right off, by his directions. I walked up and he had his dog by the collar and told me to come on in. The dog was safe and I had no reason to fear. I walked in and that dog just had to know all about me. I was struck by dad and his control of the dog, but I did know now, i would be sucking daddies cock. I did my best to relax, and know that his big dog would accept me. I wanted daddy, in the worst way now. He had me excited by just letting me know, he wanted me to suck his cock. Read More...

  • you da man
  • I got home from work one day to find the neighborhood kids all hanging out in my living room, as usual. I had two of the best looking daughters on the block and the young guys are always hanging out. Read More...

  • the foreman
  • Maxwell Construction Company was building this new community down in South Carolina. We were out in the middle of nowhere--miles from anywhere. Twenty of us were crammed into two sleeping trailers on the job sight. This made for a monastic sort of life, but for the kind of money we were making it was well worth it. Other than the drivers of the rigs, the rest of the men had come up by private cars. As for myself, I had car. I had ridden with Harry Carter in his RV. I was in awe of Harry. He was a big man, ugly as sin, and about as mean as a man could get and still live. Looking at him, I guessed him to be about fifty. He had taken charge of Carter Construction after the death of his father. Even though he was now the sole owner of the firm, he retained his hands on position, acting as our foreman. Read More...

  • straight teenager next door
  • First of all, guys, if you are reading the stories here, then guess what; bi, str8, gay or whatever, then enjoy life, its way too short. I don't mean short on intelligence or safety; please life is too short, don't help speed it along by being stupid. Second, never limit yourself or hide yourself by telling someone, "I'm x, y or z. We are limited by those self-inflicted locks that we place on our lives. Gay men are the most notorious for creating fake lives (especially on the internet or a resume). We can be anything on paper; it just doesn't make it real. I take facts from everyone that I know, talk with or have encountered and spin stories, ideas or fantasies for each of us. Some are true and some have hints of truth. As far I am concerned, unless you know straight on yourself; then consider my word (written or spoken) to be the gospel. Read More...

  • the local club
  • 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)