Married older guy Al's finally decided to explore a side of him that he's been repressing for years with the help of Jerry, a young man he met online. But will he be able to go through with it - and will his wife find out?
“C’mon, Al. There’s only one way for you to really know. Just try it once with me. If you don’t like it, then fine, we’ll forget the whole thing. It’s entirely your choice, and what have you got to lose? Nobody else is going to find out. Well, unless you tell them...”
Waiting for the bathroom to be renovated, the man of the house is caught having some personal time at his laptop by one of the workers.
What happens next is beyond his wildest fantasies -- but will it speed up the construction of the new bathroom at all?
I stopped, and the feeling of a presence grew. Was it my wife or one of those damned workers, though? Either was bad news… I turned my head, and sure enough, it was one of the guys, staring at me.
He laughed. I was both embarrassed, infuriated that he hadn’t knocked, and appalled at his lack of professionalism. But that wasn’t where it ended. After he finished laughing, HE CALLED HIS FRIENDS OVER.
I couldn’t believe it. The rest of the crew came to see what was up, so I tried to cover up my shame and embarrassment, but this guy wouldn’t let me! He grabbed me by the wrists and squeezed them hard. I remember how it hurt. He had huge muscles, and I was just a puny IT guy. I had no chance of wriggling free of his iron grasp. He pulled me up roughly, forcing me to stand up.
He also stank.
A cheap motel, a sleazy affair with another guy and a wife waiting
at home -- it's all a heady recipe that's bound to end in disaster for
one stressed out man...
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But I like it. No, I love it. I just can’t resist him or the way
he abuses me, and I never want it to end, not even when I’m harshly
reminded of reality by my wedding ring...
When Major Curdless confronts young soldier McKinley about a potentially career-destroying note in his personnel fire, McKinley has to take steps in order to prevent his dirty little secret getting out.
What McKinley doesn't know is that the Major is a very strict man....
“Sir!” I closed the door. I still didn’t know him that well, to be honest. He was new, just arrived in the past month or so. “Can I help you?”
He was quiet for a moment, looking around my room, scrutinizing it with his piercing blue eyes. Finally he looked at me. His face gave very little away, a product of years of military training. He was perfectly inscrutable.
“It’s not what you can do for me. It’s quite the opposite, in fact. I had a look over your personnel files,” He paused, his blue eyes looking out the window into the darkness outside. “It seems that you’re being observed. You’ve been a naughty boy, it seems.” His eyes turned to look at mine...
Co-workers Matt and Nick are out of town on business. Over a few beers, Matt lets slip that he's curious about the gay lifestyle. When they get back to the hotel, it's clear that Nick wants to give Matt some hands-on experience - but will Matt allow his fantasies to cross over into real life?
I asked him when he first realized he was gay, how long he had been gay, when he’d come out, all the pretty standard stuff. He was honest in his answers and the more beer I drank, the more detailed my questions became.
Looking back, I can see now that my questions were ridiculously anal — forgive the pun! — and detailed, which probably screamed CLOSET QUEEN! at Nick, but he answered all my questions happily.
Towards the end, though, I could see that he was getting suspicious. His eyes betrayed his thoughts somewhat, with glances telling me that he knew that I was more than just a curious guy...
When a coach runs into Jamie, a 21 year old man who used to play in the local baseball team, he invites him around to his place for a beer. But the coach has some training in mind...
He looked over to me and his eyes went wide again. I guess he was nervous. He was a virgin, after all. I didn’t really blame him. I gently told him that this would go a lot better for him if he bent over the back of a chair like the guy on the screen.
is the star quarterback of the college football team, and after another
victory he's ready to hit the bar. But Joel has other ideas.
Convinced that Dwayne is a deeply-closeted gay man, the nerd is prepared
to do anything it takes to get the beefy football player to admit his
desires. But will Joel reveal that he knows Dwayne's secret in order
to coerce him, or go down another route?
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his eyebrows. “Well, gee, thank you so much.” He looked at the showers,
now empty. “You know, I wish I could play football. I can just see all
those naked, hot guys showering after the game right there. It must get
pretty steamy in here, huh?”
“Not really. I’d rather shower with the cheerleaders anyway, know what I’m saying?”
you go again. You can talk the talk, but you’re not walking the walk.
You, my dear, are as gay as I am.” Joel grinned. “I think I’m going to
try out the facilities, actually. Just ignore me!”
creased his eyebrows in confusion as Joel stripped off his top,
revealing a surprisingly tan and toned body. For a nerd, it was pretty
Shah Jahan and an Englishman, Charles, have taken up a scandalous gay
relationship at the heart of the Moghal Empire in the 1630s. Besotted
with power, Charles cares little about anyone except himself, and it
takes the gift of a hulking barbarian, known only as Conan-Rath to fully
satisfy his deviant urges.
Conan-Rath is much more than just a savage barbarian, however, and soon
rips apart the cozy life that Charles had build for himself -- and the
terrible wrath of the Shah is not something to be trifled with!
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The Shah smiled thinly, and beckoned me towards him. I bowed my
head and bent my knees slightly to approach him correctly. Despite being
lovers, there was a rigid courtesy system here that all were expected
to follow, even foreigners, after a mandated training time. I was fluent
in this intricate system by now, and did not mind.
In any case, as the Shah pulled his throbbing weapon out of his
sheath, I knew that he wanted me to please him again, and that I would
have to bend my knees even further down.
“You know what to do, Charles.” He whispered, his ring-encrusted
fingers guiding his hardening eminence towards my humbly suppliant and
quickly discovers that this is no ordinary senior community, and that
almost everyone is gay! He meets Albert, a black guy just a few years
younger than him and he invites him over for dinner. While the dinner is
delicious, it soon becomes clear to John that his ailing libido has
come back to life - just in time for dessert!
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could feel the ambiance of the room changing. Loathe as I was to admit
it, I just knew that they were fondling each other the table.
adjusted myself. I didn’t feel uncomfortable, but something was
stirring inside me. Something that hadn’t stirred since Edith passed.
must have noticed my discomfort, for their hands were soon on the
table, where we could all see them. I felt bad. Visiting their house
like this, making them uncomfortable.
“Please, don’t stop on my account.” I said.“We
thought you were uncomfortable. Sorry - we are always like this with
each other, even in front of other people.” explained George.
“It’s fine. I don’t mind at all!” I insisted.
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“Close the door.” He said. I wasn’t… oh, damn. I closed the door. This was just getting weird now, but thanks to my stupid promise to myself I was forcing myself to go through with it.
“On your knees, boy.” The voice had changed now that we were alone. It was still firm and commanding, but it had softened. The hard edge had gone off it somewhat, something that reassured me. I wondered how he could see me in this dark, my eyes still blind.
“Alright. Good. Now, I want you to take off your shorts.” I looked around. Couldn’t see a damn thing. I took off my sweatpants, guessing he couldn’t see too well either if he thought I was in shorts...
Ewan's got a girlfriend and everything is going smoothly, but he's getting increasingly more curious about what it would be like to be with another man. He bumps into Dickie at a local video store, and invites him home to watch a video -- but he has a lot more in mind...
That’s when I asked him out. I mean, not like that! I had a girlfriend, and that would have been weird. I just asked him if he felt like hanging around in my house and watching a movie. My family were out so we could just chill.
He tensed a bit at my invite, sensing that I was luring him into a trap. I had to sweet talk him a lot more to convince him that there was nothing bad going on here, and that this was just a friendly offer.
It took a while, but I won him over, and he agreed to come home with me...
Recently divorced and still deeply in denial about his true sexuality, James moves across the country to start a new job and a new life. While searching for a new apartment, he meets the friendly and almost enigmatic Gianni, who is renting out his basement at a very low price. After showing him around his home and offering him dinner, Gianni invites James for a relaxing session in the hot tub...
James stood up, and knew that Gianni only had to look at his crotch to see that he was bulging impressively. His face was flushed red, and he remained quiet.
Gianni laughed. “No shame in standing to attention, James! It happens to all of us, Hell — even me! It’s all that good food and beer and the excitement of nakedness and a hot tub, that’s all. Come on, let’s get in the hot tub. It’s getting pretty nippy out here.”
Aiden is back in NYC to see his old roommate Pete for the weekend. As the weekend develops, he discovers that his roommate's feelings run a lot deeper than he'd ever known.
We got back, and finally collapsed on the bed.
The room was spinning around my head a little, and I’m sure it was for Pete. The cool night air had woken us up a little, and there was something else, too.
There was this tension in the air between us. If you could reach out, it was so strong that you could have touched it. I wondered if it was sexual, bearing in mind the conversation we had just had...
the his local church office complex late one night to take some
measurements for his remodeling contract, Gareth finds the church
Minister, George, in a very compromising position. It's been a long time
since Gareth felt the touch of a man, and the taboo nature of a man of
the cloth excites him even more. Gareth immediately hatches a plan to
get his very own private holy communion...
anyone here? George?” I hollered out, sounding far more serious than my
glee felt. I started to walk fast, too fast towards the Minister’s
Office, knowing that I would likely catch him red handed, or at least
trying desperately to pull his pants up and get normal and decent. No
man of the cloth wants to be caught spanking the bishop…
Two men meet through a glory hole in their video booths. Excited by each other, they decide to go someplace a little more private for even more fun...
In fact, I was beginning to want to get to meet him in person and maybe go someplace a little more private. I don’t do this very often, but there was something in me that was screaming to take a chance...
arcade driving to his meeting from the airport. Business concludes
early, and Jack's curiosity gets the better of him. Entering into his
private booth, he gets more than one surprise when he starts watching
Jack exhaled. This was somehow exciting. He’d never felt this
feeling before — at least, not with men, and he felt vaguely unsettled.
There was no question about it, though. He was definitely turned on. And
he was alone. Nobody needed to know...
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A man discovers that there's more to his trainer than meets the eye when he hears him with another client in the shower. Soon, he can't stop thinking about what he saw and heard, and simply has to find out more...but will they welcome him into their hot and steamy session?
At first I thought it might be pipes. But it didn’t take me long to figure out it was something else. A quiet hiss, followed by a shuddering moan alerted me to the fact that someone was in the stall next to me. I couldn’t hear any water. If I wasn’t in any doubts, a moan that I would only describe as sexual filled the air next to me...
A bi-curious man can't stop thinking about his first time, and decides to visit a local truck stop, looking for some hot action with the men of the road.
I quickly opened each door, looking around for a glory hole; it turned out to be the fourth.
Spotting it, I slipped inside and locked the door behind me. The smell was better in here, thank God. My excitement began to rise again. I felt naughty, and hoped that a horny trucker or anyone would come and join me shortly.
I sat down on the toilet and waited.
I didn’t have to wait long, hearing the door to the bathroom next door open up, close then lock. My ears strained, and I could hear soft footsteps coming towards me. I was rooted to the toilet as I heard him undo his zipper… and nothing else.
I couldn’t see through the hole too well from the toilet, so I quietly got up and moved closer, looking through the glory hole curiously...
Venturing into a video booth at a local bookstore, one man wants to experience the pleasures of a glory hole for the first time. But who is that waiting on the other side -- and can they fulfill his urges?
Damn, missed my opportunity. I thought about giving up and going home. I had never done this before, like I said, and I was still a little nervous. I decided to wait a little bit longer and see if another man would come into the booth. I promised myself that I would try a little harder this time.
Unlike the previous guy, who had just lowered his pants around his ankles, this guy closed the door then immediately got undressed before turning on the video. I could see his ass glowing blue from the light of the TV screen, and decided I would watch him a little longer.
I couldn’t hear what he was watching over the noise of my video, now groaning and moaning, and as I strained to hear what he could be watching, I noticed that he looked straight at me — or rather, my eye, in the glory hole....
Gareth can't wait to see his new best minister friend, George and teach
him a lot more about sinful arts. George is still a little cautious,
but his overwhelming desire to explore his sexuality is winning. Barely
24 hours later, they've already been on a double date with their
unsuspecting wives - and tonight, Gareth has the ripest apple of them
all to give to George. Will he pick it?
I moaned, pushing him off.
we just need to be more cautious, remember? There could be someone in
your office, for starters. That’s how I, er, found you yesterday —
George flushed a little at the memory.
“Yes. You did catch me with my pants down. OK. We’ll do this your way.
It’s working so far, after all.”
Two men have been best buddies since college, but time and distance has meant that they only get to see each other once or twice a year. This is one such occasion -- and they're not going to let the dour setting of the office from letting them share their bodies with each other.
I followed the DVD and got down in between his legs, looking up to Derek. He smiled at me and nodded. “It’s been a long time…boy, have I missed your touch!” he said as he unzipped himself.
I rubbed my hands up his thighs as I watched him unzip himself and undo his button. Shifting a little, he pulled his pants down until it was just his tight white briefs showing...
It's the late 1907s and
John's about to discover just what lengths the salesmen at the store
will do to help him find the perfect pair of jeans. Simon and Jerry are
overly helpful, and they aren't just interested in the measurements of
his inside leg. John soon finds that these salesmen are prepared to go
to extremes to ensure that he is one very happy customer...
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changed. As I was admiring the cut of the jeans and beginning to think
that they weren’t as bad as I thought, I caught a glimpse of the
salesman in the mirror. He was walking towards me.
I turned to face him, thinking he was going to help me out with something.He unzipped my pants instead.
I was too shocked to speak, really, so he did the talking for both of us.
can see your problem already, sir. I’m sorry to shock you — I just had
to check your underpants. These jeans just don’t work with underpants.
They’re too tight. You won’t feel comfortable. They’ll bunch up and
pinch… or just create visible panty line, which I hardly need remind
you, sir, is a problem than women battle daily. This is a feminine
George has never enjoyed gym class. But when he moves to a new school across the country, he soon finds out that there's more going on in the locker room than meets the eye...
I was used to seeing a bunch of naked guys in gym showers, and I was cool with that, discreetly watching them lather themselves up with soap and washing away the sweat off their bodies.
What I wasn’t expecting was to see the coach sitting near the entrance of the shower, watching us as we showered. Just sitting there! I noticed that there was an empty chair next to him, too. I wondered who it was for.
Coach must have seen or heard me stop before I went into the shower, because his head turned to me and his blue eyes looked deep into mine.
“Now, you’re new. Why don’t you have a seat next to me?” he said
All characters featured in this book are over the age of 18.
It's a beautiful day out, and one man can't resist sneaking into the local adult store for a quick fumble in the video booths on his lunch break. But as the queue of men builds up outside, has he bitten off more than he can chew?
The entrance to the arcade was kind of dark, and I had to strain my eyes in order to see clearly. There were quite a few other men around. I didn’t recognize any of them, and I didn’t care too look too hard at them, hoping that they would return the favor. We were here for anonymity, not to greet each other, after all. Quite a few of the booths were already occupied and locked.
To be honest, I was quite surprised to see how packed it already was — it was only just gone past 1pm, and I expected a handful of other guys at the most, but there were at least a dozen in the store, another dozen in the arcade and God knows how many in the stalls.
Pretty cool, I thought. I walked around, looking for a booth, and soon found one in a dark recess. I snuck in and sat down on a barely visible bench, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. I could just about make out the TV monitor.
I moved to turn it on. I was just about to select a video when I heard the door opening. I looked over, and I saw the shidouette of a short guy at the door.
I mean, I couldn’t see his face, but I could see that he was a stocky man. He closed the door behind him, and I squinted at him, trying to make more sense of who he was...
Mike is a happily-married man, but he can't stop thinking about what it must feel like to be with another man. One night, talking on a chat room, he meets a mysterious man called Jack who offers to help him out... the next day.
We went in, and this time he offered me another beer. Cracking it open, he asked me “are you ready for this? What we talked about last night?”
“Uh, yes. I am. All of the things we discussed? I don’t know. But I’m willing to try,” I said as I took the cold beer from him and took a swig.
“Don’t you worry — we’ll take things slowly, make sure you’re comfortable. It’s your first time, after all.”
“Say, Ben. Isn’t today your birthday? 18 now, aren’t you?”
the captain of his school wrestling team, Ben's spent more than enough
time with his head locked in sweaty male thighs. Today is his birthday,
and he's finally allowed into the adult locker room. Coach Smith is only
too happy to show him the sauna and grant him a single birthday wish.
Ben has fantasized about the coach for months... the sauna just got a
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guess you know what you want for your birthday, Ben.” he grinned.
“Well, we’re so early here that I think we’ll be all alone for quite a
while longer.” Coach Smith paused, suddenly thinking. “Hmm. I know what
you want, and since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you have it. But first,
you’re going to have to tell me what it is. So… what do you want for
I gulped. “I want you, sir.”
“Yes, I figured that out some time ago. But what do you want?”
One man finds out what two for the price of one really means when he accepts an older man's invite to come home with him. With a storm brewing on the horizon and a no-show of a date, what's he possibly got to lose?
“What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep. Now he was standing, I could see that he wasn’t as fat as I thought. He had clearly been muscular once, but age had stolen some of his tone. At around 6 foot tall, he was a decent height, and his dark hair complemented his aquamarine eyes well.
I studied him a while longer, I decided to be honest. I hate being stood up, and I didn’t want this trip to be a complete waste. I looked him in the eye and told him.
“I’m looking for fun... I’m a bottom. You?”
He looked at me, nodding. “Good. I think I can help you out there, son!
When a local newspaper reveals that sordid activities are taking place in Pleasure Park, one reader decides to visit the park and have his darkest fantasies fulfilled. But is it safe, or will he find himself in a terrible predicament?
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a rustling and a black shadow moving towards me, coming from an area I had not yet explored. I watched as the shaped moved towards me. It looked like a man... I wondered if this was a message from something or someone, telling me to wait a while longer. I decided to wait and see. I was just sitting on a park bench, hardly an arrestable offense.
As he got closer, I could see that he was in his mid-forties, wearing sweatpants and a sweater, almost like he was out for a run. But he wasn’t running, he was walking, making a beeline for me, his face bent downwards, keeping up a brisk pace.
He stopped about a meter in front of me and looked at me. I looked at him. He looked around, as if checking for something. Satisfied that we were alone — or at least, we weren’t about to be attacked, he pulled his sweatpants down...
What's a gay man to do when he's out of town with nothing better to do? Hook up with hot local men, of course! But this is a hook up with a difference: all the lights are off, and no talking is allowed. Unable to see, every little thing that goes bump in the night is a source of desire...
I heard a noise. It was the door creaking open slowly, as if whoever was coming in was trying to be as silent as possible. I looked towards the door, a chink of light falling on the floor in front of it. I could see the shidouette of a tall, thin man.
I barely had time to look before the door was closed, and I was cast back into pitch black. Before, a tiny crack of light had given the room a cast-over, gloomy darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could see that a small chink of light was coming in from the bottom of the door.
This light soon went out, and I realized that he had put something there, maybe a towel from the faint noise I could hear, to block off all light. Now it was just the dim glow of the LED. I wondered if he would cover that, too.
A chance meeting throws the two men back together again - but who's punishing who this time?
Had Troy brainwashed him or something? He’d never felt like this after other relationships. Why was his subconscious so obsessed with this jerk? And there he was, being nice as if nothing had happened. It drove him mad. He thumped the steering wheel in frustration. He had grown so tired of him and his commanding, cold voice. That’s why he had left. Do this. Do that. Do what I say not what I do. That, and his punishment had finished. But as much as he hated to admit it, he missed the sound of his voice.
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Brad finds himself getting more and more attracted to men, and one part
of their anatomy in particular. When his printer breaks down, a hot
young IT tech comes to help him fix it. But Brad's only interested in
one type of cable and data interface...
Dean began to drone on about mechanisms and plugs and screws,
waving a tiny flashlight around the wires, darkly illuminating them. I
wasn’t really listening. This was IT’s job. Besides, if they were going
to send Dean down every time I had an issue… well, I was going to have a
lot of issues...
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EXCERPT: I found a guy almost immediately. He didn’t want to tell me his real name, but told me that I could call him Ben. I didn’t like how secretive he was being - it’s only a name, right? But I understood. I told him he could call me Charlie, which is in fact my name. I remember Ben was a pretty closeted, nervy older guy. He told me he was definitely free for the night, but he couldn’t host. He wouldn’t say why, but I guessed he was probably married. Old, can’t host, nervous. The signs were all there.
Two men are seemingly alone, stuck in the library when all of a sudden, the power goes off, plunging them into darkness. Will one of them be able to cure his fear of things that go bump in the night?
“This is boring, man. I hope we’re not going to be stuck in here all night. That would not be cool!”
I say nothing. If I say nothing, he will shut up.
“What are we going to do if we’re stuck here all night? Might have to huddle up for warmth! Hey!” he suddenly got excited. “Have you ever, you know, done it in a library? You look like you spend enough time in here. C’mon, I bet you have!”
As soon as the words “done what?” left my mouth, I deeply regretted them....
The college football team's #1 fan is determined to get a potential future star player to sign up for the team. But just how far will he go in order to persuade JD that his college is the best place for him?
He shook his head. “Naw… I’m not… I’m not looking for that. I’m not about the money.” He paused, looking at me, as if he was searching for something. I looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “You really want me to come here, huh?”
“How bad?” A flicker of a smile was crossing his mouth now.
“I will literally do anything to get you to come here. Hand on my heart, cross my heart and hope to die, fingers crossed, scout’s honor, the whole works. Anything.”
I mean, what was he going to ask me to do, right? He looked at me closely again and sighed. Turning away from me and walking off, he said “meet me in the men’s bathroom in 10. I’ll see you there”
Kevin goes to the gym to work out and unwind after his long, stressful workdays. One night, he finds himself drawn towards one of the trainers, Gav.
Things heat up quickly, and it soon becomes clear that a new workout style is in town!
He was a little surprised when he heard Gav greet him again, entering in the shower a few minutes later. “You just don’t know who’s been in the hot tub, do ya?” he laughed. He leaned in a bit closer to add “or what they’ve been doing…” in a low voice. He was now under the hot running water next to Kevin.
student and a teacher meet online and discover that they have a shared
interest - a desire to experiment sexually. They agree to meet up, but
after an awkward start, will they enjoy themselves?
guess we were just made for each other. We had met and talked, and now
we were in his home, sitting on his couch. The conversation had never
really started, so we were just sitting there, wondering who would make
the first move.
It was him. “Would you like to remove your pants?” he said.
I looked back at him and nodded. I was only wearing sweatpants, so I just got up and slid them off...
Justin's car runs out of gas in the middle of nowhere at midnight, leaving him stranded until the next morning. Hunkering down for an uncomfortable night's sleep, he soon discovers that he's not alone at all -- but what intentions does this stranger really have?
He started up the truck, and headed up the road a ways, back where I’d come from. I knew there wasn’t anything for a few miles, having been there earlier.
I was surprised and filled with nerves again when he took a turn not 2 miles away onto a dirt track. I wouldn’t have even called it a road. The dirt track led up a ridge. When we reached the top, Harry stopped the truck and turned off the lights.
The ogre of the big, scary monster trucker flashed across my mind again. Maybe this guy was the Ted Bundy of Truck Killers? Charming, but deadly?
My breathing was shallow. “What are you doing Harry?” I said, trying not to give away just how anxious I was feeling...
There's a first time for everything, as one young man finds out in this modern-day tale of self-discovery. An older man takes him under his wing -- but is he truly ready for some lessons in love he'll never forget?
I looked at him and smiled. It was funny, this guy seemed to know exactly what he wanted and even what I wanted, and despite his gruffness, I liked his blunt, open honesty.
We got to his home, and he drove straight into the garage, closing the doors behind him. I guessed he didn’t want his neighbors to know that he had a young Asian boy fetish.
He certainly didn’t waste any time, leading me out of the garage and up the stairs into his bedroom. I noticed photos of him and a woman his age on the way up. Was he married? I decided now wasn’t the time to be nosy. It could be his sister. I decided to believe it was his sister.
This book features graphic scenes of an explicit nature.
When Calvin orders some special deliveries from an online sex shop, he doesn't expect the delivery driver to be such a hunk! Unable to pay for the COD, Calvin finds himself offering Luke a very different method of payment...
“OK, Luke. There must be some other way I can pay you back? You’ve driven a long way over here, right, and it’s still really early in the morning. Plus you’ve had the extra work of calling this in. I think you should at least let me repay you.” I looked at him earnestly as I began to open the box.
Luke seemed kind of confused as he asked “How, sir?”
It’s now or never....
What better way to finish a long, hot sweaty workout at the gym with another workout -- in the shower? Two men discover that there's more to showering than just lathering up soap in this hot and sexy short!
...I noticed this guy behind me. I knew him — he was a regular too, a few years younger than me, who came almost every day. He was leaner than me, all muscle and sinew. I guessed he must be some kind of track athlete, because he spent most of his time on the treadmills, only sometimes branching out to weights. His legs were powerful, his smooth skin encasing enormous thigh and calf muscles.
The difference today was that he seemed to be looking at me. I self-consciously looked away — it’s rude to stare, after all — and decided it was time to take a shower and head off home. I could feel his steely eyes gazing on me as I walked out to the changing rooms, but thought nothing of it. I didn’t mind if people checked my buff body out. I’d worked hard for it and I wanted it to be admired...