One of the great things about weight training is that you make some great friends. It takes a certain type of man to spend hours building his physique. You have to be cocky and have a distorted view of your own body at the same time. I started working out to build my strength for football in High School. I was already big, but others were bigger. I was fully grown at 16, 6’3” tall and 235 pounds....
The four young men had been friend and roommates for the past two years at Valdosta State University. The time had come for the end of school and graduation. They had planned to celebrate with a quick vacation to the beach before they had to jump into the real world. They were all ready for a break from school and needed to do some drinking and some fucking. Each one had nothing but sex on...
Notice of disclaimer: The following story is my first attempt at erotic writing. Some of the elements in this short story are true, others are purely fictional. If you are offended by the sexual content of graphic man to man sex, then please leave now. My style of writing is not to jump right into the sex part. I give background first and that leads into meaningful orgasm. Be patient and keep...
Tyler W. Jannson E-mail tjannson@yahoo.com PRISON MEAT: Part Five “Fuck du jour” by Tyler Jannson As the setting sun’s golden rays gave way to amber, pink and scarlet the magic-like tapestry of ornate tents was undergoing another metamorphous. With the flip of a light switch the dazzling colors of the intricately woven carpets seemed to burst into life. With a spectacular...
Author: Tyler Jannson E-mail: tjannson@yahoo.com Code: MM+/Anal/Oral/NC This story is entirely fiction and can not be used without written consent. PRISON MEAT: Part Four “Early Deadwood Days” By T.W. Jannson To the casual observer Deadwood was one of many racked-out reminders of the California mining days, a relic of dubious historical importance, fenced and guarded to...
His name was Chad. 32, 6'2, 180, blue eyes, short brown hair, slim but nice build, hairy, Italian type, extremely good looking face. One of those guys that's cute and handsome at the same time? Married, kids, suburban life, etc. He definitely liked girls (cheated on his wife without too much discretion). Manly (like sports, farted a lot, etc.), but he had a soft side too. I was attracted to him...
I could hear a commotion going on outside in the gym room. I could hear them walking around room and moving things around. I heard a loud clacking of the latch snap shut on the running machine as it was folded up. I could hear them still talking about the football game as well as their experiences shoving their manhood’s down what I heard Louis calling it a snake pit. Something told me he used...
I was visiting my friend who lives in the dorms at UT, and at one point, I went into their community bathroom. I knew someone else was in there because I could hear the water running. It was maybe 1:00 a.m. at that point. As I closed the door and walked inside, my flip-flops smacking the tile, a guy pulled open the shower curtain slightly and peeked out. He was tall, around 6'1" most...
What can I say about Mark; hot, cool, nice guy with a wild imagination. He’s probably about 5’10, 165, handsome, chiseled face, phenomenal body, very fashionable, but manly. He’s married, likes the ladies, nothing gay about him except maybe his fashion. Although a really good guy, his wild imagination and acting out (when telling stories) shows a much more aggressive side of him. I won’t...
Okay I know I left of with a big cliffhanger and you probably were thinking I read that whole freaking chapter and just when it was getting to the sex it ends. Well let’s just say that last chapter was worth it. I’ll just call if foreplay. Now on with my story! As I sunk my pink fleshy lips on to Wayne’s Wang, sorry I just had to say that, I intently tasted his saltiness envelope my tongue....
It had been three weeks since Tony made me sign that contract and I became an indentured servant to him. It said indentured servant but we both knew that I was his slave, his property. I read that contract at least twenty times when he wasn’t home. There were no loopholes anywhere in it. He owned me hook line and sinker. For three weeks my cravings for my old life started to fade away. I...
How To Do A Lap Dance In The Lap Of Luxury. Part 4. When the telephone bells chimed, my friends said their good byes and left and I heard Mike saying we had another little party to go to before we left the spa. I told him I would be ready when they were and to knock on my door as they were going by. I was going to tell Mike about the Mexicans arriving and the party I had with some of them...
How To Do A Lap Dance In The Lap Of Luxury. Part 3 It had every promise to be a beautiful but a little hot Sunday and just standing outside my building with a happy contented penis hanging down my leg, I felt good. The previous night I had had a totally pleasing time at the party at Mr. F’s luxurious motor home that I knew cost more than I would earn in the next fifteen years. I had been...
How To Do A Lap Dance In The Lap Of Luxury. Part 2. As we walked out into the sunbathing area, Mr. G was telling Mike and me how this invitation had come up. Our rich friend reminded us that he had met that man and his son at the snack bar and he had gone with them to a private room. Well, Mr. G had intended to discuss a business project that both he and the man we will call Mr. F were...
How To Do A Lap Dance In The Lap Of Luxury. Part 1 It was in the week after Mr. Goldenrocks had us over to watch that private video that he invited Mike and me to go to Beverly Hills in California to visit an ultra private “spa,” as his guests. The multi-millionaire explained that he had been kind of pressured into buying a membership in a separate deal that netted him a big pot of cash that...
I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. The shower hissed as shot out from the showerhead. The steam was thick and hot. The walls were tiled up the ceiling in big white shiny tiles. A big mirror with vanity lights was hung over the sink. I closed the door behind me and found another mirror attached to the back of the door. There was a picture framed in glass of a golden-bronzed...
A young preacher's struggle with self-control, Part 1 I'm Enrique Martinez; people just call me Ricky just completed my studies at Sacred Heart Seminary and was quickly assigned to the parish of Saint Francis in the inner city. It was early July and the heat and humidity had set in. So, by the time I got to the church, my starched black shirt was already damp with perspiration. I was there to...
The four attorneys played basketball every Thursday. Todd’s uncle is the janitor for a local church recreation center and Todd has an extra key. We head down to the center every Thursday, play some hoops, shower and return to the office. The four of us are equally matched, all between 5’ 10’ and 6’1”. We are between 35 and 40, smallest waist is 32, largest is 35. Chests from 48” to 54”. As...
We found Santa Barbara a modern and beautiful city full of Spanish style buildings. The main thoroughfare is State Street that runs from the harbor through the downtown area and up to the foothills. We followed the drive along the ocean to where the university was. I was proud of Joe for he had planned the trip well. On the Internet, my friend had chatted with a guy in a gay chat room who told...
Any sport nuts out there??? I am referring to basketball aficionados. Well, that’s not me. It is one game that only a person with strange tastes can enjoy. While strange, my tastes are not that strange. Now, if you are talking about the players, I am, as you already know, hot for them. Oh, I can do fair in baseball and will mingle with the guys in touch football, but the game of basketball...
Broken down in the countryside, I thought my luck had run out until I heard the roar of an engine coming closer. Coming around the bend, an orange Charger skidded to a halt next to my dead truck. "Need some help?" a sexy voice drawled from inside the car. "Sure!" I cried out in relief. "My truck's fucked up." Watching as my Good Samaritan climbed out of his window, I tried not to gawk at...
I was always getting hit on by gay men. I don't know why, but it was always seemed to happen. I would be at a bookstore (not a xxx bookstore) reading over a book, trying to decide if I would buy it and up would come a guy and make a pass at me. I was never rude or angry, but I would simply say that I was not gay. And that would be it. But this night, things didn't end with a "no." I had been...
Divisional Playoffs Saturday That weekend, as I headed over to Ben’s again to watch the Divisional Playoffs, I ran into Erik in the hallway. I met Erik and his wife for the first time a month ago at one of Joe’s parties I went to with Ben. Erik and Joe’s families have been friends for a long time so I guess they’ve been friends since childhood. Erik is one of the nicest guys you’ll ever...
Wild Card Weekend Saturday It was the first weekend of the NFL playoffs and I went to my buddy Ben’s place to watch the first game. I had met him at an association meeting for our building a few months back and we hit it off right away. Ben is the kind of guy who gets along with everyone. He has a natural way of making people feel comfortable around him. After we met, I switched gyms...
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