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The Lover Of My Heart

Let me tell you a little bit of my back ground. First and foremost, I am a white 24 year old gay male; I came out to my family when I was 14 years old. I was born and raised in Southern Florida, close to Miami. This however, is the story of how I went to college in California and found the lover of my heart.
3.6 college

With His Wife's Brother

Originally I wasn't too keen on having this 19 year old street thug around, but as things developed, I'm glad my wife talked me into it. She's 22 and I'm 23, by the way. When Tim arrived, he looked exactly like I remembered him. Leather jacket, tight jeans, 5'9", brown hair, steel-blue eyes, macho-man mustache just like me.
3.3 friendship

Teasing the Guy with My Sweaty Muscles

I met Greg last night. I had seen him there before. He's about 30, slender guy but really tight. His abs are awesome, you could bounce coins off them. So he was cruising me last night, I was doing my upper body routine and working up a nice sweat, so I stripped out of my shirt. Greg was watching me big time.
3.8 athletic

My Roommate Starts Lifting Weights

I had gained 30 lbs. of solid muscle since graduating from high school two years earlier and, despite my definite academic bent (I was double-majoring in history and classics), there was nothing I liked better than to spend time hitting the weights in the gym. Well, almost nothing.
4 college

Summer Swim

I have always loved the country - sun, clean air, nature, are the sure elements to make me feel better. This summer, though, I had an experience that I would like to share with you. I am now forty years old (way over the hill!!), but with training and regular exercise, I still remain quite fit. I am six feet tall with black hair and a good strong body.
3.2 beginnings

Whole Truck Load

I'm doing pretty good with a prosperous shop and reliable employees. I'm also a biker, I love my Harley's, and I'm considered a RUB. Harley bikers slang for "Rich Urban Biker". I'm not rich by any means, but I can afford to mess around with couple of Harley's in my stable. Besides Harley's, I like Cock, big ones, let me rephrase that, "big hard ones".
3.9 friendship

The Storage Unit Fuck

Mike looked so good in his starched white shirt and tie that Jim was having a hard time keeping his cock from getting hard. He hadn't slept well the night before, knowing that Mike would spend the next two nights in his bed.
3.3 friendship

Noticing a Familiar Face on the 12.30 Train

Something about him said I knew him. I did! I'd met him on the train that Wednesday years before. I made sure I always traveled by that train on as many successive Wednesdays as possible. I was eighteen and growing rapidly camp in the homophobic environs of Sydney town that 1952.
3.7 encounters

Taken

I'm as straight as an arrow, but something that happened when I visited Branson seven years ago, has been bugging me to death. Maybe if I go public with this one time, it'll go away and quit haunting me. It started in the lounge of a large hotel. Being a liquor salesman, I enjoyed talking to prosperous-looking, professional men sitting beside me at the bar.
3.3 encounters

Doing The New Daddy

It was quite an adjustment. I mean I'd spent nearly my entire adult life living with him and as one half of a couple. Now at the age of 32 I had to start over and learn to cope as a single individual. I talked my company into transferring me to another location so that I could get a fresh start.
3.4 beginnings

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