There are events in our lives that are so special they burn a lasting memory in our mind and we can recall them over and over for years to come. One such event happened when I was in my mid 30's while on a business trip for the company I was working for at the time. I'm a southern guy, dark hair, almost 6 feet tall, very hairy, neat beard, and a nice thick 8" rod. I have always been attracted...
By Jimmy GordonNote: This is a story involving drugs, booze and consensual sex with hairy men. It is intended as erotic fictional entertainment, and any individual who is not of legal age or does not wish to view such material should not continue reading.The Holidays SuckHis breath hung frosty in the air as he exhaled through his mouth. It couldn’t be more than 30 degrees in the...
Coach Jim Erickson sat perched on the edge of his desk, legs spread, staring with lust filled eyes at the massive football player standing in front of him as his hands reached for the player’s hips. He gripped the dirt smudged football player’s pants and pulled Diesel forward, his hungry open mouth attacking Diesel’s. He’d taken his varsity team through a pretty grueling workout that...
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My office overlooking the construction site next door proved to be a mild to moderate distraction. Several times most days I found myself staring at the men and machines erecting the skeleton of a building. Seemingly overnight the girders had reached the level of my third floor office. The chill of the early spring kept the men clothed in flannel shirts and jackets and I was wishing for the...
Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 07:23:28 -0600 From: Allen Giffen tutus69@hotmail.com Subject: DIESEL -- Chapter 3 -- The Photo Sessions "Louder!" yelled Diesel. Rob cranked the CD as high as he could stand it. The throbbing house music was about to start affecting his shooting ability. He pulled the camera from his eye for a moment, looked directly at Diesel gyrating in that skintight singlet, and...
I walked in the Club ready for action. My cock was hungry for some white ass and it was gonna get it tonight. The Club was packed with a lot of gorgeous men looking for cock and ass, the music was blasting loud and most of the people were on the dance floor. I went over to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned around and opened my shirt revealing my nicely built smooth chest, that's glistening...
Chapter 6A--Caleb's Day--End “Okay boy stand up and spread those legs; time to take your harness off. I’m afraid with all the turmoil I forgot all about it. Oh yes, and try not to piss yourself.” Caleb stood up, glowing red from his scrubbing. He was very worried about what might happen next. He looked spectacular, six feet and three inches of total masculinity, muscles shining from...
controlone As Riff dragged his totally spent body toward his apartment his eyes focused on his door. Outside under the breezeway awning, sitting on the cement stoop, leaning against his door, all huddled up, sound asleep; there was Caleb. Riff didn’t know whether to slap him or scold him or hug him or slug him. Instead he just shook his head. Riff got his key ready and as he came up to...
At fourteen, the soft black patch in the middle of my chest was expanding to encircle my large, flat nipples. By nineteen, black swirls covered my arms and legs; my beard was heavy and extended down my neck to merge with the thick tufts of hair curling up from my chest. Basking in the respect of the other boys because of these outwardly increasing signs of my masculinity, I had my shirt off as...
As Bryce continued to babble C took his foot off the prostrate man’s cervical vertebrae. C turned once more toward the others and pointed one finger at them. They knew instantly to stay put till he was far, far away. -------------------------------------------- C put his arm around Riff’s waist and guided him to Dottie’s parking lot. He led Riff to a stretch limo. The driver raced...
Suddenly Riff was electrified. From the very moment C walked into his life he’d brought only unbridled joy and amazing adventure. Riff felt his empty life suddenly fill to overflowing. He wondered what new exciting exploits C had in store for him. He had no idea… No idea at all. ------------------------------------------ The inside of Dottie’s was fantastic, mirrored balls, go-go boys...
Cutting Trees (True Story) Last week I had three very large trees cut in my back yard. I wasn’t home when the owner of the tree cutting company came to give me an estimate two weeks ago, so I hadn’t met him until he and his crew of men showed up to do the work. I was almost speechless when I came home from work to oversee the work and met the owner for the first time. In a word, he was...
Chapter 4—That Night controlone It took Riff an hour to calm himself enough to do any work. He was exhausted and happy and very confused. He couldn’t think about anything but C. C was in his head; C was in his heart; C was everywhere. The more Riff thought the more he wanted to be with C; to love him; hell, to worship him. He’d never felt anything like this. He’d never imagined...
Part 10 This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and "My Uncle's...
This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts 1 and 2, and "My Uncle's Bachelor...
Chapter 3—His Return controlone@adelphia.net On Wednesday morning Riff and Caleb stayed in bed playing till almost eight, then they got up and showered together. They went to Denny’s for breakfast. Before the girl took their order Caleb went to the counter, got three quarts of orange juice and two glasses, and brought them back to the table. He smiled at Riff, “I know how this looks,...
Riff Branson was a junior executive at Emperor International Cruise Lines (actually three separate lines with 46 ships). He had a law degree but spent most of his time riding roughshod over the Cruise Line’s advertising department. He supervised six men and women who kept the Company constantly in the public eye. They arranged all the normal advertising, scheduled dozens of events, arranged...
How I Got Under Your Skin Controlone We met one dark night in a loud gay bar just outside Miami. I came to visit you a week later. You were sitting in a chair in your living room watching TV; some insipid program about other people’s lives, movie stars, pretty people. It was a hot, humid Saturday night in June; you had the A/C on low. You were sitting there in a blue pocket t-shirt,...
This is a true story about the first time my best friend and myself had sex with older men. My best friend, Jim, and I started having sex together when we were 18. By 19 we were swallowing each other’s loads and fucking each other. Jim and I were both fairly hairy at 18, as were a number of guys in our class and we both liked hairy guys. I was 5’11”, brown hairy, blue eyes, 165 lbs and had a...
Football practice must have just ended cause a ton of guys were filing into the college locker-room wearing their uniforms. I looked up hoping and praying to see the one guy that I had been lusting after all year. There he was, one of the last to come in. I was still getting changed from working out in the gym and I was taking my time. His name was Jeff and he was gorgeous--about 6’5” with...
Into The COCKpit James crawled to the door of the cockpit, reached up and knocked rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. The co-pilot opened the door and almost fell over the prostrated boy. The co-pilot, Steve, 5’10”, wavy sandy colored hair over his collar, broad shoulders, rather thin waist, cute, 26 years old, looking down said, “And what can I do for you?” James peered up...
The Flight C took his boy for a change of clothes. If they were going to travel together he had a specific idea in mind and for that the kid needed different clothes. Once they got into James’ room C turned the young man around. C said, “Let’s see what we’re going to do with you. You are a fucking mess.” The kid was covered in sweat from head to foot and he reeked of spunk and sex and...
The school year had begun and I started going to the café 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. ...
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