Story Time....

I noticed today how many stories I've already told on this board. I also realized how much I enjoy writing my stories. It's been so long since I actively practiced my writing, particularly writing my own stories, that I forgot how much I enjoyed that part of myself.

Since you all seem to enjoy them too, I thought this might be a good place to make a regular "journal," if you will, of my little stories. Of course, I like reading other people's just as well so please, if you have a story you want to share, this is the place.

GA, Lee and Chris...if you'd prefer this not to happen on this board, just let me know. Otherwise, plese enjoy.

I've gone back and collected some of my previous stories so that they can all be in one place.

back in my modelling days at pornication, shortly before i moved permanently to management and stopped jacking it for the camera...we hired a slew of new male models. as i was the senior male model responsible for training them, they all worked with me. several of them were willing to do duo shows, but i always discouraged that early on, to allow them to develop their own sense of performing before having to adapt to working with another.

there was one guy in particular who we'll call matt (just cause i like that name) who came to work with us at the tender age of 19. he was a GORGEOUS Italian guy, about 6' tall, beefy and built, dark skin, thick dark hair and huge beautiful brown eyes that made me melt right there. his body was covered with neatly trimmed hair that was still new enough to be soft and smell sweet. his bubble butt was round and inviting and his cock....oh....his cock was about 8 1/2" and thick and juicy.

claiming he was straight, he admited to me that he did have some curiosities and figured this would be an acceptable way to explore them. he was also a very eager performer and even after much discouragement to duo shows jumped right on the bed with me in front of the camera. so, we did shows together all day long. at 19 it wasn't easy for him to hold off...but i knew what i was doing well enough. his cock tasted so good in my throat but each time he got too close i would pull away and grab hold of the base firmly to squelch the building explosion. we would do something else for a while and continued to show off for the entire shift.

finally at the end of the shift we had a customer who had no specific requests other than that we do whatever pleased us. so i asked matt what he wanted...he told me he wanted to cum. the rest of the show lasted about a minute. i sucked him off and he came some of the sweetest juice i've ever tasted...all over my face for the camera of course...but i still got a good taste. that 19 year old load had been building all day.

there's a lot more to me and matt...but i think that should be enough for now.

I used to run the front desk and pro shop at a World's Gym near my house. This was just before and during the time I was coming out but there was only one friend there who knew I was gay. She also went to school and was in AmeriCorps with me at Oakland University.

Needless to say, working at the gym was, at times....frustrating. There was one guy in particular named Christian. Christian was 21, about 5'10-6' tall, thick, curly dark brown hair, piercing green eyes, smooth young olive skin. He had a strong jaw and cheekbones and an incredibly handsome face. Apart from all of this, he had the most beautiful, perfectly sculpted body I have ever seen...to this day. Christian was my Adonis...my aesthetic ideal of male beauty.

Christian and I used to have very breif, cordial chats, always the "Hi how are you...nice weather" type. However, one day, he left me speechless. (which, if any of you know me at all is quite a feat)

I was closing the gym that evening and had made the announcement that the gym was closing in 5 minutes, please hurry and get out (basincally). Then I had to walk around and clean up a bit. The PA doesn't announce in the lockerooms, and I had to clean in there anyway. So I went in to the lockeroom, which was empty except that I heard one of the showers running. I headed over to the shower area to turn it off in the event someone left it on, or to tell whoever was in there to hurry his ass up and get out as I wanted to go home. When I got to the doorway, there was Christian. His naked body glistening in a mixture of soap and water running down his washboard abs, through his soft pubic hair and off his semi-hard swollen, gorgeous cock. His ass was shiny from the water and he was so beautiful I stopped and stared in awe. He looked at me, wondering what I wanted and suddenly my brain started to work a little bit again. I tried to mumble out some words and eventually told him that we were closing in 5, but he could take his time if he wanted because I had to stay to clean up anyway. Eventually my feet were able to move again and I went back to the front desk.

A month or two later, he overheard me talking to my friend that it was my last day working at the gym. He hurried over and asked if he could have my number so we could have lunch sometime. Of course I gave it to him and my friend was so excited for me that Christian had asked me out. Granted, I was younger and more naive then...but even I would have picked up that vibe long before then...so I made a bet with her that it wasn't a date.

Christian and I did end up having lunch. He wanted me...
to join his fucking AmWay group!

Hey...at least I won the bet.

just have to say that i had a completely new experience last night...one that left me with a smile that's still on my face. probably most of you won't think too much of it but i was boggled. there's a new guy i've been talking to...his name is jeff. he's very cute and we did the eye-contact-flirt-from-across-the-bar thing for about a month. we've been talking very casually for about a month since...heading toward friendship as he's well aware i'm not even close to ready for a serious relationship. remember, this is the 1st time i've ever been able to really call myself single. anyway, he's just so nice...he's a 2nd grade teacher, singer, actor etc, oh and did i mention how cute he was?

to get to the point, i stopped to see him for a bit last night on my way to a friend's and when it was time to leave i asked him to walk me out. we went to another, quieter part of the bar and i told him i really just wanted to get him away from his friends for a second. i told him that i had to do something right then or i would regret it the next day and was that alright. He said sure...whatever i needed to say/do was fine. i grabed him and kissed him. really kissed him. and for the first time in my life the rest of the world stopped and there was only the kiss. i wasn't thinking about something else while we kissed...that's all there was. when we stopped, i had to lean against the wall for a few seconds as i actually felt dizzy and a little high! i couldn't believe it! i've heard that can happen, but never experienced it before. even if that's all we ever do, it was so great to know that those feelings are still there...and although i worked very hard at building my walls and burying any sense of vulnerability or real emotion, it's there and can be accessed. that moment was the best kiss i've ever experienced.

At 17 my only homosexual encounters were youthful experimentations, but there was a bookstore close to home that had a rather large, rather accessible, rather easy-to-steal-from adult section. Usually, I was the one checking out what magazines the other guys were picking up.

One particularly "balsy" day a guy came in while I was browsing. He was about 5'10" or 5'11" wearing a pair of tight, faded blue jeans, classic white t, leather boots and a black leather jacket. Very compact and very muscular, he was bulging out of his clothes in all the right places. Walking directly to the adult section he reached immediately for the latest issue of "Playgirl" and took it right to the cashier.

In my own youth, ignorance and naievete (sp?) I was certain this meant he was gay, which of course meant that he would want to fool around with me. Because as everyone knows, fags are sex crazy and after every guy that will give them a chance. I'm not certain how much of that was going on in my subconcious, or how much of it was just my own 17 year old hormones driving me to follow my dick regardless of potential consequence. Whatever the reason, I followed him out of the store.

Suddenly, it occured to me that he may have purchased the magazine for a female friend that was to embarassed to get it herself. So I called to him.

"Excuse me."

"Yes" he said, looking a little puzzled but definitely intrigued. I could tell by the sudden sparkle in his eye that he liked what he saw.

"Who did you buy that magazine for?"

"Myself."

"Wanna look at it together?"

Well, he answered yes and told me we could have privacy at his house. I followed him home and was there for about 4 hours. We covered all the basics and he really took a long time to make sure my body was ready for what he knew was going to be a first. When he fucked me it didn't hurt at all because I had been so relaxed and prepped. The problem is, I really didn't feel much of anything at all because I was so nervous, scared and confused.

Looking back, I guess it was a pretty ballsy move on my part to aproach a strange muscle-man in the parking lot of a bookstore. And while it was fun, and I learned a lot from him that summer...I just wish my first time had meant something more than physical. But I can't afford too many regrets, so I've learned to let that one go.

Ok.... those are long stories... here's my shortest pick up ever.

While waitering at a horrid bar called "Colby's" a few years back, I walked up to a total stranger I thought was hot and said "You.... I get off in about an hour.. don't leave here without me." and walked away.

He waited.


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first runner up.

I pulled up to a stop sign on my bike once, and this rather hot guy pulls up next to me.

"Hi", he says.

"Hey", I answer.

"Just out riding toady?", he askes.

"Yeah", I answer, "Thought I'd go out the the beaches or something".

"Cool", he says, "Wanna come back to my place"

And I'm like, "Alright".

So we did.

The End.

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