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If Given A Chance

Left my home town two weeks ago and I would have never imagined that there was a world full of people just like me. I was once told that it takes a man to show another how to live without the protection of the family. At 25 I have found out what another mans touch is like.
3.7

The Boy On The Bicycle

He was breathing heavily and slouched on the handle bars and stared through the window at the driver. He was about eighteen, but looked younger. His hair short, with blond bangs, a T-shirt with Ren and Stimpy, short cutoffs, high-tops and slim hips, strong legs. The driver looked back at the cyclist, who was catching his breath.
3.7

My Neighbor the Hot Fireman

I know it was wrong of me but I couldn't help myself. I had been eyeing that hunk since the day I moved in when I realized that if I got into the bathroom at just the right time I could see him strip down for his shower. He was about 6'5" and he had long coal black hair that came to the middle of his back, from what I had seen of his eyes they looked gray and his whole body seemed to fit his height perfectly, he had a big body, hard, it looked like all muscle.
3.6

Having A Bear Of A Time At Fair St. Louis

It all happened about 6 years ago, when I was 18, and for you who don't do good at math, that means I am 24 now. I had a mild interest in guys, I don't think anyone knew about it, much less myself, it was just something that cropped up in my fantasies. We had been walking around for a while, my brother with his half yard beers and me just drinking water when we came along to the games area.
4.8

Bad Boy Dennis And Zak - The Start Of It All, Fucking On The Rock

After arranging to meet Luther and the rest of my mates in a local nightclub, I rushed to get ready. It was my eighteenth birthday so I figured I should celebrate it some way with my mates. I would have been just as happy staying in though, cause I'd just finished a long shift at the local co-op where I work part-time to get me through school.
4.1

Bryan - My New Friend

As the doors of the elevator begin to close, I see the mail cart coming my way. I press and hold the "open doors" button for him. He smiled and said "Thanks. Five please". His voice was smooth and his words came easily, without shyness. He's about 30, 5'9" tall, dark hair and a dark mustache. The mustache actually looked great on his face, unlike that of most men I know.
3.7

Hot Piano Man

New York was the greatest place on earth to live. I still miss it a lot. But the long hard winters became a bit much for an older guy like me and I just love the Florida climate. No snow and ice suits me fine. My day job is in the publishing trade and I'm doing okay at it. Several nights a week I get to do what I really like best: I play and sing at a piano bar in town.
3.6

Joel's Accident

Joel loved to bush walk, sometimes with others but often alone, he had total faith in his ability to navigate his way through the bush and feared nothing. Unfortunately for Joel his navigational skills failed him one day as he made his way through thick forest and scrub towards a river marked on his map.
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Handy Andy

I've been at work since 8am, and here it's the middle of the afternoon and I still haven't gotten the damn program working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah, that's right, it's Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the gardening service. I glance outside at the truck.
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Getting To The Bottom

At the time, I was going to the coast to dive at least one weekend every month. Several times I ended up taking along one or another of the interns who wanted to dive. Usually, they had taken a few lessons at their college, but never really dove in the ocean before.
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