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Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

by RobertFoley


***This story was posted previously on my blog***

I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and silently left the bed. Scott’s body just flopped over onto the part of the bed where I had just been. He must have been exhausted after his episode last night.

I showered and got ready for the workday. When I came back into the bedroom to get my clothes, Scott had rolled over onto his back, spread across the bed. His muscular body looked so sexy and he wasn’t even aware of anyone looking. A short snore of Scott’s snapped me out of it and I silently got dressed. I left a note for him so that he knew where I had gone off to. I had a quick breakfast and went down to the lobby, where, just like every workday, Dennis was waiting for me.

I drove Dennis the same route I had used yesterday, along Peninsula Boulevard, to the Southern State Parkway. I changed onto the Belt Parkway to get Dennis to his job at JFK Airport. Dennis asked how the reunion with Scott had gone. I was very excited to tell him how great it had been to see him again. “I’m glad it went so well”, Dennis said. I decided to tell him about Scott’s episode last night. I had gotten to know Dennis when we studied psychology together. Unfortunately Dennis was one of the people, like many in our generation, who had not been able to get a job related to the degree he got. Of course I was interested in his opinion. “Does he have any other symptoms of PTSD?” “I don’t know”, I said. “And the hypnosis is working well on him?” “Very well.” “You could do a session with him, though it would worry me that you are also living together. It could affect the relationship.” “I’m sure it will, but I find it hard to predict in what way.” “He would be both your client and your live-in lover. It could go a number of ways. Just make sure to refer him to a different hypnotherapist once you feel like it’d be better, for his therapy or the relationship, or both.” I nodded. Dennis made a good point.

I dropped him off and drove the rest of the way to Brooklyn, to my practice. Because I had taken tomorrow off, today would be filled to the rim with clients. David, the large, muscular gay man who wanted to get rid of his addiction to party drugs, was up first. His big body almost fell out of my chair as he went under so deeply. Michael, the attractive guy who was crippled with anxiety, would always drool a little on himself. Today was no different. Rebecca, the lady who wanted to stop smoking, was the last client of the day.

Exhausted I drove back to JFK Airport and picked up Dennis. He had also had a long day. I told him that tomorrow I wasn’t going to work and that he could use the car. Once we got back to the apartment building, I wished him a good night in the elevator as I got out first. I put my key in the lock and smiled. I was excited to see Scott again. The idea that someone was at home waiting for me was new, but exciting.

I opened the door and the lights were dimmed. The table was set with a candle in the middle. I felt like my heart was going to explode. “Scott?” “Hey babe! Did you have a nice day?” Scott appeared from the kitchen in a crisp white V-neck T-shirt and dark blue jeans. He looked like a man from a Diet Coke commercial. “I think my day is about to get nicer”, I said. “Have a seat”, he said as he gestured to the table. “Here, let me take this”, he said and he took my bag. Still a little shocked, I walked to the table and sat down. Scott poured me a glass of wine. He smiled at me. “I am liking this homecoming”, I smiled back. “Well, I was walking around the area, bought some supplies, and, well… I practiced dishes in the kitchen all day.” I laughed. “So, don’t go into your kitchen right now, it’s a mess. And I promise I’ll clean it up. Wait here!” I sat at the table and turned my phone to silent. The setting was so romantic. My apartment had never seen anything like this.

A wide selection of dishes made it to the table, which indeed made me wonder what my kitchen would look like. But I decided not to worry about it. The food was delicious. I wanted to try a bit of everything, but there was so much I was afraid I couldn’t. Initially we talked about the day we had, but at one point Scott said he had something important to tell me. “When I woke up and remembered what you did for me last night, I just… I felt so happy to be with you.” His big brown eyes looked at me, lit up by the candle in between us. The wrinkle in his forehead was pronounced, telling me he was very serious, as adorable as he looked. At first I wanted to say it wasn’t a big deal, but when I saw his expression I stayed quiet. “I only just got here and Mel… you’ve already done so much for me. The least I could do is make you something nice when you come home from work.” “I am not complaining”, I smiled at him. Scott smiled back shortly, but remained serious. “I think it’s time for me to come out of the closet.” I raised an eyebrow. “I am starting to fall for you. I have never been attracted to another guy, but you, Mel… You’re just something else. So I guess that makes me bisexual.”

He paused. He still looked at me with a very serious face. I am pretty sure I had the widest smile on my face. “Congratulations on your coming out!” Scott’s face finally relaxed and he chuckled. I gave him a kiss across the table. I intended to just give him a short kiss, but it got more and more passionate. I put my cutlery down on the plate and got up, as did Scott. We continued to kiss as we maneuvered to the sofa, taking off our pants. Scott took off his T-shirt and stood there in yet another sexy jockstrap. He didn’t wait for me to finish unbuttoning as he went down to his knees, took down my briefs and started sucking my cock. I grew harder and harder in his mouth in just seconds as he made me feel so good. To look down on him and see his big brown eyes looking up at me, as if asking for approval, turned me on even more. After stroking his hair and his face as he blew me, I couldn’t resist holding on to his head and mouth-fucking him, only for a few thrusts. Scott gagged and pulled away from me. “Wow”, he said, as I saw his eyes watering. “You’re rough tonight”. “Do you like it?”, I asked. He nodded eagerly with a naughty smile and climbed onto the sofa on his hands and knees. He let his chest down on the cushion and spread his cheeks for me. “Unnghh…”, I uttered. “Do you like my asshole?”, he asked. “I love it”, I said as I quickly ran to the bedroom for lube and a condom. When I returned, Scott hadn’t moved an inch. I carefully lubed his hole with my finger, which was already quite the enjoyable experience for both of us. Scott started to softly moan, and I couldn’t resist letting my finger enter him. This caused his to gasp and moan some more, until I couldn’t wait any longer. I put the condom on and before I entered him, asked: “Are you ready for your first fucking as a bisexual?” “Oh, heck yeah!”

I am not sure why, but I was indeed more rough with Scott that night. His moans and exclamations became louder as I pounded him, making the sofa squeak below us. “Oh my God, Mel… oh my God…” Scott was now back on his hands and knees and looked back at me. “You’re fucking me so hard!”, he said in a volume that I was pretty sure made it through the other side of the wall. He sat up on his knees and reached back to kiss me. My right hand was on his chest as it travelled down across his abs. I held his cock tight as Scott grunted into my mouth. I felt the precum dripping down his shaft and balls.

When I broke the kiss, he asked me if I could fuck him on his back, so he could look at me. I pulled out of him and slapped his ass. Immediately Scott turned around and lay on his back with his legs up. I entered him again and his legs were immediately around my waist. I put my hands down beside him and lowered myself closer to him. We continued to make eye contact as I fucked him hard. It was by far our most intimate fuck yet. Sweat dropped down from my head onto his face, but he didn’t care. His hand was on my neck pulling me close. Our faces touched as I fucked. By his face and his grunts I could tell he was having an orgasm. Instants later I felt the hot cum on his abs and chest. This made me cum as well. I came inside of him, hard. A long, passionate kiss followed.

Together we cleaned the kitchen and did the dishes, in the nude. I couldn’t stop squeezing or slapping Scott’s ass while we did. When we finished, I gave him a big kiss. “Wanna get ready for bed? Tomorrow is a big day”, I said. Scott nodded. I turned around, held his hand and lead him to the bedroom. When we were all cozy and cuddled up, he got his serious look again. “I meant what I said, earlier”, he said. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “I am falling in love with you. And I know it’s soon. I am not expecting you to say it back. But I need you to know it.” I nodded. I may have gotten a tear in my eye. He kissed me.

The next morning, I woke up with my nose touching Scott’s. He was still deeply asleep, just an inch away from me. I felt his warm breath on my chin and neck. He was holding onto my body tightly in his sleep, not unlike the previous morning. Any other person might feel smothered, but I did not. There was something about me and Scott together that just worked. Last night I was scared to tell him that I felt exactly the same. Just because of that little paranoid voice in the back of my head. Is he just doing this to take advantage of me? Would a guy like him really fall for a guy like me? Could I really have made him realize his true sexuality? Me, the awkward guy with the spotty face? Him, the handsome jock with the ass of dreams? Is it not just an act, so he can get a foot on the ground in New York? Thankfully, there was another voice in my head that shut these thoughts down completely and made me feel guilty for thinking them.

Scott looked adorable as he slept. I hope he had a good night’s sleep. He was probably going to be nervous about his meeting today with my friend Francesco, who is a chef. But I knew he would be fine and that Francesco would be willing to give him a chance. He had nothing to worry about. Yet I knew that he would.

Scott slowly woke up and immediately focused on me. He smiled. “Hey”, he whispered. “Good morning”, I said. Scott stretched. “Good morning. Wow. I can wake up like this every day”, he said. He put his head back on the pillow, looked down at my chest and ruffled his fingers through my chest hair. “So sexy”, he muttered as he slowly closed his eyes again. “Are you ready for today?”, I asked. He smiled, but kept his eyes closed. “Ready as I’ll ever be. You’ll be there the entire time, right?” His eyes opened for that last sentence. “Of course, I took the day off.” “Then yes, I am ready.”

We cuddled in bed a little longer and had breakfast. We went to the gym together. I had a subscription at Retro Fitness down the street, but only went irregularly. It was both odd and amazing to have Scott there for the first time. Working out together was great. However, behaving ourselves in the locker room and showers proved a challenge. A butt slap here and there when I knew no-one was looking, but nothing major.

At 84 degrees (29 Celsius), it was a great day. We decided to get a coffee to go at Stella’s, which was next door to the gym. We walked the streets back to the apartment. Scott’s red shorts showed off his amazing legs. Before I had realized, he had switched his coffee to his left hand and reached down to hold my hand. I felt butterflies all over my body as we walked hand in hand. I saw the stares, but something about walking with Scott out on the street like this felt natural. Back home, we got dressed and then waited for our Uber to take us to Francesco’s Place.

It had only been two days ago that I had driven to Manhattan to pick Scott up from the bus station. It felt like it had been longer. I realized I was driving, or being driven, the same route more and more often. If Scott was able to get a paid job, maybe we could try and look for an apartment together. It was probably going to be smaller, but definitely worth it. Our driver Connie didn’t take the tunnel, she went South through Greenpoint and Williamsburg, where there was some traffic. When we crossed the Manhattan Bridge, Scott loved the view of the skyscrapers. On Canal Street, I said to Scott, “Maybe we could live here one day”. Scott looked at all the shops and the apartments above them. The signage gave it away. “Is this Chinatown?” “Yeah”, I said. He continued to look around in awe.

Connie went in the direction of Tribeca as she took a left in front of the National City Bank, onto Broadway, and then there was a one-way called Leonard Street, that I immediately recognized as Francesco’s street. We crossed West Broadway and on the corner I saw the Starbucks above which his apartment was. Connie quickly dropped us off. I tipped her for the long drive. We opened the doors to the very classy lobby and said our names to the doorman, who politely invited us to take the elevator to the 7th floor.

It was only in the elevator I noticed Scott’s nervousness. I put my arm around his waist and said, “You have nothing to worry about. He looked at me, smiled and gave me a kiss.

When the elevator doors opened, there was Francesco. Short, tanned, mid-30s, and hair styled to perfection. “Mel! It is so good to see you!”, he exclaimed, as he wrapped his arms around my neck and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “And you must be Scott”, he said as he turned to my left. “Thank you so much for meeting me”, Scott said as they shook hands. “Absolutely no problem. Wow, you look like Captain America”, he quipped. Scott laughed. “Come in, come in!” Francesco invited us in and I immediately got house envy. I remembered how much natural light he got in this corner apartment, which had 8 large windows and views of West Broadway. The white walls and furniture gave the entire apartment a very light feel overall. Francesco gave us a short tour of the place. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a beautiful master bedroom, a guest room mainly occupied by Francesco’s husband’s 14 year-old daughter from an earlier marriage, and a home office. The bathroom was so spacious, with marble walls and a walk-in shower as well as a bathtub.

“Coffee, tea, water, anything?”, Francesco offered as we walked back to the kitchen. “Water is good”, Scott said. “I’ll have a coffee”, I added. “Sit, sit!” Francesco sat as he gestured for us to take a seat on the white corner sofa in the seating area. The coffeemaker did its thing. “Can we move to a place like this?”, Scott said, knowing Francesco wouldn’t hear us. “Maybe one day. He’s very successful and married to a Wall Street guy, so…”

Francesco came back with a tray of two coffees, a water, and a small plate with some Italian cookies. “Have some cantuccini, I had them shipped from Tuscany”, he said as he held up the plate in front of me. After Scott and I had each taken a cookie, he put the plate back on the tray on the coffeetable, sat down in the white chair next to the sofa and didn’t have one himself.

Francesco wanted to know how I was doing and how long it had been. Soon, the conversation shifted to Scott. “And how do you know this hunk of a man?” Francesco didn’t let the fact that he was holding hot coffee stop him from gesturing a lot while he spoke. But he was clearly experienced as he didn’t spill a drop. “I’ve actually known Scott since high school back in upstate New York! He was the football jock, I was the geeky kid.” Scott smiled at me as I told the story. “But recently we bumped into each other again when I was visiting my family and we kinda hit it off.” I looked at Scott, but he faced Francesco. “I had known Mel as a quiet, awkward boy, a late bloomer. So my mouth was on the floor when he walked into a shop, where I was working at the age of 28… and he looked like this. I was impressed and embarrassed at the same time.” Francesco laughed, and I loved hearing Scott’s side of the story for the first time. “I needed a change, so Mel offered to meet up with you. I am very grateful to you both.” “Already? I haven’t done anything”, Francesco joked. Scott laughed. “Just that you are taking time out for me, I much appreciate”, he finished.

“So what experience do you have, really?” Francesco was now asking the hard questions. Scott had to admit that he enjoyed being in the kitchen at home, but that his only restaurant experience had been at Bub’s Pizza & Deli in Elizabethtown, where he had only worked for two years. “Well, that’s at least some experience”, Francesco said. “It wasn’t a very professional kitchen though.” “OK, well… Show me what you can do”, Francesco then said as he got up.

We walked to the kitchen. Appliances were all in metallic. There was a long white counter with stools. Francesco got some ingredients from the fridge and displayed them on the counter. He sat down on one of the stools and invited me to join him. “Scott, one of the items on our menu is stuffed chicken breast. It has eggplant, prosciutto di Parma, and provolone cheese. We serve it with a cherry wine sauce. I do not want you to make it how you think I would make it, don’t be afraid to put your own spin on it. Oh, and don’t take too long. Do you want another water?”

Scott went to work, as Francesco and I chatted. He said he’s now owner and chef of the Palminteri, but has opened a second restaurant, more fusion and experimental. “So now I own two restaurants and am the chef at one, it’s definitely been busy. How about your practice?” “It’s going well. I like being my own boss, I can take today off, just because I feel like it. But enough clients are coming in, definitely.” “It’s in Queens, right?” “Brooklyn.” “Why not open a practice here?” “Too expensive!” “Yeah, but you can also charge more”, he smiled. “You deserve to be successful”, he added. “You know what, I might know someone who has space.” “You’re so connected”, I laughed. “But yes, it wouldn’t hurt to try and have a look.”

“I get why you’re friends with this guy”, Scott piped up, for the first time joining the conversation as he was working hard at the same time. Francesco looked at me. “Shall we tell him the real story?” “Uhmm…”, I said. “I was in my late 20s”, he had already started. “This was like, 8 years ago, I think. I was a waiter with big dreams, but they just weren’t working out. I’m drowning my sorrows in a nightclub. And I see this young guy, thin, masculine, looked like he was smart.” “Don’t tell me you slept together”, Scott interrupted. I bit my lip and nodded. “That’s how most gay men in New York meet each other. You sleep together, realize you’re not going to be a good couple, and you stay friends.” “Well, I don’t agree, I have very few friends I met that way. I think you might be the only one”, I said as I chuckled. “I am so honored!”, Francesco said. Scott smiled at me. I could tell he liked hearing stories from my past in New York.

“So, are you the one who’s taking his donkey dick now?” “Francesco!”, I exclaimed. Scott wasn’t in the least bit shy and said, “I fucking love it.” We all laughed, but I could feel my face turning red. I quickly changed the subject.

Scott finished his assignment, and Francesco tasted it. “Not bad, not bad. You really have the chicken down. In the restaurant we have different proportions for the filling, but this also works. Now, have you ever made pasta yourself?” “No.” “Right.” Francesco got up, and pushed the plate Scott had prepared in my direction. It was heaven, I finished the whole thing as I watched Francesco teaching Scott how to use the pasta maker.

It was about 2:30, when Francesco said he had to go soon. “So, are you available Thursday through Sunday, starting 3:00 PM?” “What?” “Like, I can’t pay you a lot, but I wouldn’t mind some help in the Palminteri kitchen.” “What?! Thank you so so much!” “It’ll get you some experience to move on to bigger things with time.” Scott hugged Francesco tightly. “Careful, Captain America.”

I was so happy for Scott, it really looked like this was a dream come true for him.

To be continued….


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The next morning at breakfast, Jason and I immediately had to act like we only shared an office and never a bed. Several attendees of the conference were having breakfast at the same time as we waved them good morning. I was in the morning-after glow when I suddenly noticed the difference between what Jason was having and what I was having. “Can I ask you something?”, I said softly, to make

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 1

As I was finishing packing up my things, I regretted my earlier decision. My friends Jerry and Rosa had gotten married and were travelling to Europe for four weeks for their honeymoon. They had asked me if I could housesit, mainly for their cat, Bubba. And at the time, I thought of it as an easy favor to do my friends. They had a nice place, further out in the city. They lived in an area of

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 2

I was getting used to living in Jerry and Rosa’s home. When I woke up, I rolled out of bed and went for a run in the park that was right next door. I would then shower, make myself a coffee and sit down to work. And work would go really fast. If I got tired, which was usually around 5, I sat back on the sofa and read the hypnosis book to learn more. Within the hour, Jon would park his car across

Jon, My Willing Hypno Volunteer, Part 3

As I ran onto East Pratt Street, on my way to Joseph E Lee Park, I had to think what my friends had said last night. I had gone dancing with this couple I had known for quite some time. Gary I had known since college and I remember when he met Michael during one of our nights out, about 3 and a half years ago now. Michael had also become a great friend of mine. I had felt embarrassed telling them

Juan, the Spanish Lifeguard

Looking out an airplane window never got old. Seeing the blue sky while flying above the clouds had a beauty about it, yet at the same time the view was also quite surreal. I looked to my left and saw my sister Katie sleeping in her seat. It was because of her we were on our way from Cleveland to the island of Gran Canaria, Spain. After working as a manager of a hotel for the last ten

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 1

A bit unnerved, I walked through the hallways of the school that employs my brother. It was the first time I ever set foot in the building since I had been a student there long ago. It was a lower school, and like for many young skinny gay boys, it wasn’t the greatest of times. Memories came rushing back and they weren’t good ones. Normally, I would meet my brother Jesse at the bowling

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 10

“So Rafaela cheated on you and you left?” “Yes. I walked in on them. I was so angry.” “Why couldn’t she just move out though?” “It’s her house. Her parents bought it. I don’t want to live there.” “But then...”, Matt paused. “Why did you come all the way over here?” “I don’t know many people in the US. I’m afraid if I go see my family in Mexico, I might not be allowed back.” “Because you

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 11

“Oh Lord, have you seen the new Coach?” “God, he’s got an ass to die for!” I sat quite far back in the risers while I watched a live soccer match for the first time. Matt had signed up as a coach for this girls’ team in Salinas. After considering moving to San Francisco so he could coach a gay rugby team, he in the end decided against it. Matt didn’t want to leave the kids he was teaching

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 12

It had been so nice to meet Matt’s brothers and his sisters-in-law. It was a great night. Lots of laughter and good food. It was a surprise how different the Burne brothers were from each other. Jim was a successful business man, more the formal Burne brother. Tom sported a bushy beard and a slightly rounder physique. He wore a shirt with a floral pattern and seemed quite laid-back.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 13

I woke up, lying on my stomach. My boner was pressing into the mattress. Matt wasn’t in the bed with me and shortly I was confused as to where I was. I remembered just as I heard Matt’s voice. “What do you mean by that?” “All I’m saying, Matty, is that I’m glad he’s not the queeny type, yeah?” “I don’t even know what that means, but…” “It means he’s a regular man, yeah?” “Well what

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 14

I woke up back in Brisbane on Friday morning. Matt and I had gotten back the day before. Shannan had been so excited to see us return and again made us way too much food for dinner. She was so happy to have an evening with just us, it was quite adorable. My eyes gradually opened and I recognised the room. The sliding door to the balcony was partially open, to let in some fresh air

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 15

Dave drove me and Matt around Brisbane, showing me their favorite places. “I contemplated taking you to the Koala Sanctuary Park”, Dave said during lunch at Matt’s favorite restaurant, Guilty Rogue. “Oh my God!”, I said immediately. The thought of petting a koala got me immediately excited. “That’s so typically Australian, we should do that while we’re here, right?”, I added. Matt

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 16

“Ssshhh… we have to be quiet for Mum”, Matt said, as he stumbled through the door. In the taxi ride from The GPO to his mother’s apartment, he had been an unbalanced, mumbling mess. I was quite drunk myself, but I felt like the sober and responsible one compared to my boyfriend. Matt tried to tip toe to the guest room, but bumped into a chair and fell over. “Oh no!”, he said, laughing.

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 2

A honking car woke me up. A small ray of sunlight came into the room through the gap in the curtains. I felt a weight on my chest that I wasn’t used to. Slowly I turned my head to my left and saw that Matt’s head was resting on my chest and his left arm was wrapped around my waist. It had been a long time since I had last woken up with someone in my bed and it was a really good feeling. It

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 3

“Have a nice flight, Mr Burne.” The woman at the airport check-in desk smiled ear to ear when she gave Matt his passport and airplane ticket. “You too, Mr Andrews”. More of a half-hearted smile for me. In the six months that Matt and I had been together, situations like this had occurred regularly. Especially women, but sometimes men flirt with Matt quite often. Knowing he is bisexual, I am

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 4

After a thorough shower, I walked into the room to see Matt slipping into khaki dress pants without underwear. “No jockstrap tonight?” “Nah, this one’s soaking wet and I can’t rush through my underwear like that on vacation! So I’m freeballing tonight.” I knew myself well enough that just the knowledge of Matt going commando during a formal dinner with my parents would drive me crazy with

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 5

When I woke up, Matt was no longer in the bed. When I checked my phone, he had texted me ‘Meet me downstairs for a run?’. I got up and squeezed my morning wood into some red running shorts, put on a black tanktop and my running shoes and walked downstairs. Downstairs I found Matt standing in my parents’ kitchen, wearing his smoking hot black running tights that stopped at the knee and a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 6

After a quick shower and a change, Matt and I headed to Esteban and Rafaela’s house for the barbecue. As predicted, Dad was in charge of the meat, Mom was running around with salads and other nibbles, and Esteban was making sure everyone had drinks. Rafaela was sitting in the garden, sipping her wine. The garden furniture looked a bit old and rickety, but also had character. Esteban motioned

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 7

I sighed. It was a Thursday afternoon and I was working from home. I had my laptop on the kitchen counter next to an empty coffee cup, as I sat on a stool. I was dressed in a grey T-shirt and plaid pajama pants, which I had put on after I had gotten up this morning, not having showered. I was answering all of these e-mails, but new ones kept coming in. I had taken Friday off to go to San

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 8

Matt and I showered, ate some of the fruit and cheese, as we talked and in the end drifted off for a little nap ourselves. Soon enough we woke up and had to get dressed to meet Dave and Nat in the lobby. Before we left the room, Matt asked me to forgive him if he didn’t give me much attention this weekend. “You’re still my favourite person in the world. Remember that. So if I focus on Dave a

Matt, the Fainting Musclebottom, Part 9

Because we went to bed early, I awoke pretty early. Matt’s head was still on my chest and I could feel a cold puddle of drool on there as well. I gently pushed him off me and took a shower. I took my time in the bathroom and when I got out, Matt was still sleeping like a baby. It was 7:04 AM and I decided to go downstairs for breakfast. I left a little note on my pillow so he would know where

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 1

The scale read 245 lbs (111 kg). I stepped off and walked to the bathroom mirror. I flexed my biceps. I wasn’t looking too bad. I had just finished my workout in the gym of my apartment building and I had felt old surrounded by all of these young guys. I had turned 40 only a few months ago, but it was playing mind tricks on me. My hair was turning grey at the temples as well as in my facial

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 2

The next morning I again awoke to the sounds of birds and leaves in the wind. I stretched out in the large bed. I had a rock hard 9’’ morning erection but decided to ignore it. I got up and walked onto the balcony, my cock bouncing up and down in front of me. I felt a breeze over my entire body. I did this every morning and I just didn’t tire of it. I looked out in front of me and it

Miguel, the Pool Boy, Part 3

I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after

My Hottest Patients, Part 1: Alvaro

It’s quite difficult to explain how my practice went from a regular physician’s practice to the leading practice on men’s sexual health in Walpole, Massachusetts. I had studied men’s sexual health quite extensively, before and after getting my degree. But it was likely it was word of mouth within the Walpole community on how I handled some of my patients that made my reputation into what it was

My Hottest Patients, Part 2: Ace

“Mr Ace Griffin?” It had been a pretty regular Tuesday at the practice. But when I read out this name, which I hadn’t seen before, and saw a bear of a man stand up, I knew this day could turn for the better. He was about 6’, 45 years old, had short strawberry blond hair, green eyes, a sexy sideways smile, and a beefy build. For now he was dressed in a blue and white plaid shirt and khaki pants.

My Hottest Patients, Part 3: Jonny

It was my last appointment on a Wednesday afternoon and all I wanted was to go home. It had been a long day with lots of annoying patients. But my luck was about to turn. “Mr Jonny Hao?” I looked around the waiting room for anyone who looked remotely Asian. However a Caucasian-looking man nervously stood up. He had brown hair, big brown eyes, some scruffy facial hair and a massive build. He was

My Hottest Patients, Part 4: Deniz

It was early on a Thursday morning when I stepped out of my office into the waiting room. I was ready for the week to end and drive down to Rhode Island to meet up with Jonny. Little did I know what was still to come. “Mr Deniz Yalaz?” Confidently, a large man walked my way. This guy was built like a house. Beefy, like me, but taller. Quite an imposing figure, had it not been for his wide

Neal, the Live Model

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Usually I loved walking through one of the many parks in Columbus, Ohio during spring. But today, mid-April, spring definitely had not sprung yet. At a chilly 37 degrees (3 Celsius) I walked through Thompson Park and noticed a severe lack of leaves on the trees and even some leftover snow. I had brought my camera to take some pics to

Pete, the Assistant Coach

I came around the bend and I realized I had energy left in the last fifty meters. I only saw Chris in front of me and decided to go for it. I noticed I was getting closer and closer and I just crossed the finish line before he did. “Well done, Toby!” New assistant coach Sowders clapped for me. He had replaced Coach Rivera only a few weeks back and what a replacement he had been. Short brown

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 1

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I was well aware that it was a five hour drive, but every time it bit me in the ass how boring it really was to drive for so long. Visiting my parents upstate for my Mom’s 50th birthday was something I gladly did, yet partly dreaded. Going back to Elizabethtown, New York, was quite the culture shock from my Long Island apartment. Apart

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 2

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott dropped me off at home and said he genuinely hoped he would see me again while I was here. This time we did exchange phone numbers. He gave me a hug while we were still seated in the car. It was slightly awkward, but also nice. When I walked into the house, I saw that my sister Louise and her husband Robert had arrived from

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 3

***This story was previously posted on my blog*** I woke up and the second I realized what day it was, I smiled. I jumped out of bed and did everything I could to look my best. I tidied the apartment and made sure everything was just right. I walked to Bravo Food Market, which was right next to my apartment building. I bought the things I could remember Scott liked to eat and drink.

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 4

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** I woke up. It was clearly morning as the sun made it into the bedroom. I felt Scott’s head on my shoulder and his hand on my chest. He was cuddled up so close to me, like he was scared to lose me. I suddenly remembered it was Monday and looked at my phone. Two minutes before it was time to get up. I carefully turned off my alarm and

Scott, the Former High School Jock, Part 5

***This story was posted previously on my blog*** Scott and I walked through Manhattan. He was absolutely ecstatic with the news that he got a job in an esteemed kitchen in New York. “We have the rest of the day”, I said, “what do you want to do?” “I want to go and get drinks! In a gay bar! I’ve never been to one.” “I love that idea!”, I said as I felt Scott reach for my hand to hold it.

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 1

“Lorraine, I’m heading out!” I had to yell over a country version of ‘Santa Claus Is Coming To Town’ for her to hear me. It was December 23 and I was more than ready to get out of work, swing by Safeway and get settled for the holidays. “Greg, honey, you be careful with that blizzard out there!” The entire town had been buzzing over the blizzard that was supposed to hit today, the worst in

Steve, my Christmas Accident, Part 2

I woke up to a loud sound I could not determine. I was wide awake immediately. The first thing I saw was the other side of the bed. It was empty, but someone had definitely slept there. Then I remembered. Steve. “Steve?” “Yeah? Sorry to wake you up, man. I just needed to take a leak.” The fire had died down quite a lot. I felt it was like 2 or 3 in the morning and I could barely see anything.

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 1

I had run out of water a few hours ago. The sun had been beaming on me all day. I had carried this huge backpack with me the entire time. The cap I wore was soaking with sweat. I knew I was close. It had been a great hike from Goiás to Brasília. It had been such an adventure. But now I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel in Brasília with a regular bed, where I could plug in my phone and look at

The Beautiful Stranger, Part 2

I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 1

“Good morning Sailesh!”, my elderly neighbor said, waving to me as I walked to my car. “Good morning Mr Woodburn”, I replied. Mr Woodburn had greeted me with a genuine smile every time he saw me. He had lived alone for as long as I lived there, which was now about sixteen years. I feared turning into Mr Woodburn and living out my old age by myself. At the age of 40 I had given up on

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 2

We turned right on Rugby Road, onto Alder Woods Drive. I looked in the backseat and saw Duke lying there, looking up at me with his big brown eyes. “How is he?” “He looks sad”, I replied to Kala, who was driving. We drove onto the grounds of Inova Fair Oaks Hospital in Fairfax. Kala and I got out of the car. “You go in”, she said, “I’ll walk around with Duke for a bit”. I walked to the

The Rom Com Love Triangle, Part 3

I knew Diego would be teaching until late, so I suggested taking him out to eat after. He preferred to eat in and said he would bring back some Chinese takeout to his place. “Hey you”, Diego said as he opened the door. He was again in his traditional outfit: a tanktop, shorts and a baseball cap. We kissed. “Did you have a good day?”, I asked. “Yup, it was fine! Come on in”, he

Tiago, my New Neighbor

“Hello! My name is Juliana and we’re going to be your new neighbors!” The five year-old girl gave me a Tupperware box. “Thank you, Juliana. My name is Ian.” “They’re coxinhas, a Brazilian snack. There’s chicken in it and it contains gluten”, the mother said. She was an overweight woman with curly blond hair. She wore a white dress with a pattern that only emphasized her full figure. “It

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 1

I put the bag of groceries on the counter. I wiped the sweat off my face. It was 101 degrees outside (38 Celsius) and with every intention to go jogging, I ended up walking down to the grocery store instead. But I had been sweating like it had been a workout. I looked around my small apartment and sighed. How had I gotten myself here? Here, in Laredo, Texas, a city so close to Mexico, there

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 2

It was the evening and Troy, Charlie and I sat outside in the little restaurant in the resort. I had my laptop on the table and I went through the photos I had taken during the day. It had been such a hot day and not just weather-wise. “So first, the one-bedroom apartment”, I said. The first picture was of Junior and Keegan. Junior was pretending to be asleep with the covers only reaching up

Todd, the Model with the Big Ass, Part 3

Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

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