From about the age of 10 I used to stand in the local newsagents and try to pluck up the courage to look through the muscle magazines. Sometimes I'd even buy one, stuff it under my jacket, smuggle it home and stash it underneath my bed. I used to love wanking over big bodybuilders in the muscle mags and still do even now.
encounters
The Bodybuilder
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.
beginnings
The Boyfriend Downstairs
Every morning, Ben watches Chris from the downstairs flat leave for work, admiring his fit compact body. Unfortunately Chris lives with his girlfriend, but while she's away things take an unexpected turn, over lasagne and a bottle of wine.
relationship
The Bride Eats The Cake And The Best Man Eats The Groom
We've been best friends almost from that first meeting and we went through all the milestones of youth supporting one another. It's strange because we couldn't be more different.
friendship
The Broom Cupboard
My first time and with a man who knew how to use a mop. A wet day and no coat lead me back to his place of work. I knew him and he had already touched me in places noone ever had but now he would do so much more.
first time
The Broom Cupboard Part 2/3
The second part of my sexual awkening. Continued on from the Broom Cupboard Part 1. Here you learn of my next short encounter and what brought on the craving.
encounters
The Brotherhood Of Man
They called my parents, and my father threw me out. I had no where to go, so I started living in the park, using the rest rooms to clean up, and asking guys for money in exchange for blow jobs. Older guys gave me enough money to eat at fast food restaurants, and when it rained, I slept in the covered pavilions.
beginnings
The Brothers Upstairs
Monday through Friday, week after week, month after month it was the same routine. All work and no play was truly turning me into a very dull boy! Between work during the week and chores I had to do on the weekend I was left with little to no time for myself.
beginnings
The Busboy
It was only midnight. There I was, the only waiter not to have gone home yet waiting for my last table to leave. The manager was in the office, doing whatever it is he does. The closing busboy was cleaning some of the tables the other waiters were too lazy to clean off for themselves, and I was, as always, distracted by his looks.
friendship
The Busdriver
I was in the sixth form and this is how I lost my virginity, to a man at least. I fantasied about having sex with men since the age of about 14. I loved the thought of another man touching me. Surfing the web and pretending to be someone I wasn't, that is, an experienced sex God, was getting tedious. Whenever I watched films, or football, even when a man was in shorts, I couldn't help but stare.
beginnings
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