Fareed and his husband move from Boston to a small town. Fareed is a bit cynical about his new environment at first, but when he sees one of his new neighbors Perry, he feels more at home already. Perry would make the perfect model for the videos on Fareed's massage studio website.
Collins made a practice of visiting his Grandad's old friends, especially those whose wives died. He often did it in the middle of the workday or shortly after. Today he got a flat tire and had to send one of his guys to give him the message that he couldn't get there. So Kev stops by to give the message.
Darren waited at my door with me as everyone else moved inside to the kitchen and we finally were alone. And then quietly he whispered to me, “Merry Christmas buddy. And happy almost anniversary.”
I couldn’t help but smile as I stood next to him. He gave me a grin that spoke volumes, and I could see in his jeans his cock was already hard...
The door opened a crack, and then widened to reveal Rob’s 6’2” hairy chested muscled bear bod, with a white towel wrapped around his stomach, bare feet planted as he held the door open with his big paw. His big cock was already tenting the towel, and his bearded face was beaming. “Get in here little man.” He said stepping back.
I am on the road, this time to Prague. I meet Igor on the plane. There is chemistry, and my business trip turns out to be much more than what I was hoping for.
Collecting on account, different Friday. When Collins got to Henrik's home, he was ready to collect what he was due. Henrik had no problem with that, no problem at all.
My hands pulled at his pants, giving him the hint to lift his ass off the bed and help me. He slid out of his pants, underwear and all. And there he was, my man, completely naked now and sitting on the edge of the hotel bed in front of me. No distractions. No hurriedness to the moment. No fears. Just us, alone at last again.
Collins owns his own Lawn and Garden company, serving wealthy clients in his town. He makes collections on Fridays, making a few stops each week. He stopped by an older, long term client to get his due.
The police uniform did it for me. “Don’t move.” Rob muttered as he stood up and stepped in between me, kicking open my legs a bit more and aiming his cock directly to the spot his tongue was just lathering. I felt his thick cut cock slide in between me, and felt the tip pressing against my tight pink opening. “You want this cop dick boy?” I heard him say roughly.
Gabriel (a widower) is one of those wealthy men, with a beautiful home on the north side of town. He had created a gorgeous garden for his wife, as a 25th-anniversary gift. Twenty years later, Collins’ Lawn and Garden works hard to keep things up to snuff. Collins also ensures that Gabriel, himself, is well taken care of, now that his wife is deceased.
Another boring Sunday with the family. Gunnar can't wait to get away, alone, while his wife spends the afternoon with her mother chatting away about absolutely nothing. Relatively new to town, Gunnar loves to hike along the riverbank outside of town, exploring it and the nearby woods. He's never run into anyone else, at least not until today.
“It’s a beautiful day.” I looked around and realized we were completely covered in his backyard from the neighbours. Darren stood staring at me, and I couldn’t help but look him up and down. At 6’2” with that body, he looked like a model staring at me, his clean-shaven face already darkened from the summer. I looked down at his feet on the concrete, then up his big solid legs, and then his bulge.
Pat's "Crooked Stool Bar" is the place where the men of Millside Falls, MN hang out on a Saturday night, glad to be free of the wives and kids. Erik meets Old Dave Schuster who shares bits of wisdom and more.
After venturing out to the Shack multiple times, Johnny is trying to reign in his increased need. He gets an unexpected visit while working out in the field.
My God I missed that body. His 6’3” frame of stocky muscles moved closer. I stared at his mountainous pecs, his flat stomach, his trim waist that showed off his thick cock pointing at me as he came closer. His big thighs were moving in, and he stepped one of those muscled legs up and over my head and moved his cock straight to my mouth. "Good morning." Dan whispered.
Two old friends meet twenty years later, one man, a married truck driver, the other a businessman and widower, whose wife died of cancer within this last year. They meet up spontaneously in the bar's backroom and go from there.
Well, it's really "Before Church" haha. But, it's still about a Dad who needs some and the few minutes between dropping kids off and picking up the wife is all he gets most weeks.
Living in an old heritage property is nice but it requires a lot of maintenance and as it goes, to bring our old house up to code turned out to be a huge (and expensive) ordeal but the contractors we hired turned out to be pleasantly cute and the one in particular was a total hotty and became a regular friend with benefits.
Here's an introduction to The Club, an ancient secret society. It's also a story of how the Brothers casually meet up, get to know each other, and take care of business. Mattias is grateful he ran into Mr. Quinn.
Their front door opened and there stood Darren. He had a loose-fitting tee that displayed his big biceps and chest, and a pair of faded jeans that showed off his round ass beautifully. He was bare foot, knowing how much I loved this look on him. His eyes found mine right away. The smile that appeared on his face I knew was just for me as he greeted my bouncing kids and wife.
I am a married man of 26, fit build, caucasian, long brown hair. I've used this story as an outlet to reveal some truths about myself which have been bottled up for over a decade...
He pulled back, keeping his hands on my cheeks and stared into my eyes, that wide smile looking at me. “Fuck.” He whispered. “Kissing you is amazing. Look what you do to me.” With that he took my hand lightly in his and placed it on his bulge in his dress pants. His cock was rock hard and sticking out to the left. I grabbed it in my hand and squeezed.
Same town, Millside Falls, Minnesota. Getting a guy to go out to The Shack under cover of darkness is one way to convince him, he needs release, and The Club is a safe way to get it. This is Johnny's first time.
It's 1955, in Millside Falls, a small town in Minnesota (Fictional). Many frustrated married men are no longer having sex with their wives. The women tell them they don't want any more children. That was the only reason they got married and had sex in the first place. So, the men banded together and formed The Club, a secret brotherhood of horny straight guys. Everything they do is in secret.
And then Rob appeared. The bearded handsome bear was wearing a long sleeve baseball looking shirt, with blue sleeves and a white middle, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows showing off those huge forearms and accentuating his biceps and chest. He had a worn pair of jeans on and was bare foot. I nearly shot my load just looking at the muscle bear slowly moving towards me with a grin on his face.
As I rounded the corner he was sitting up, leaning backwards against the headboard with his phone in his hand messaging. He was sitting there completely naked looking totally at ease, and the sight of him still stopped me in my tracks: large bare feet crossed at the ankles on top of the rumpled sheets, his biceps flexed as he held the phone in his hand, the muscles on his shoulder rippling.
Rob grinned and placed his hands on the arms of the chair, his big fingers dangling over the edge. I looked at them, suddenly wanting to suck them. My eyes trailed over to his bent leg, looking at the giant calf muscle on him, then back up to his bearded face where his eyes locked on mine. “I think you and I should go for a hike in the woods right now.” He said lowly. I immediately agreed.
We didn’t move, didn’t even stir for the entire time we slept. When I slowly started to regain consciousness, I was still on my side, Darren’s 6’2” body still covering my 5’9” frame completely, his leg still in between mine, his arms still wrapped around me. I involuntarily moved a bit, and I could hear his breathing change, and his leg stretched out a bit and his arms came alive.