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I knew the moment the cute little blond twink strolled into my storefront gym that I was going to have him, but by the way he shrank away from me and trembled a bit when I approached him, I also knew I would have to prepare for that moment well.

“Hi, I’m Rod.” I said pleasantly. “I run this place and act as personal trainer. And who are you and what are you interested in?”

I had hoped that he’d say right out that he wanted to be fucked by a horse-hung muscle stud like me, but he didn’t respond to that innuendo.

“Hi, Rod. I’m Craig. I’m tired of everyone thinking I’m too young to buy beer. I want to bulk up.”

“You mean something like this?” I said, and I pulled my gym T over my head. I could hear Craig gasp when he saw my massive, well-cut torso.

“Y-e-s-s,” he stammered out.

“Well, let’s see what we have to work with,” I said pleasantly. “Off with that T-shirt.”

He stripped his T off, and I could tell right off that he wouldn’t bulk up very much, although we could do something with those pecs and abs. But I also saw that I wouldn’t want him to bulk up too much. He was one beautiful twink. It set my cock to twitching just to see him.

But I told him ...

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Bryce was just the cutest guy Morgan had ever seen. The first time he whizzed past him
on the ice it was like watching a vision of beauty come to life.


Bryce had grace and elegance in his skating. His smooth cheeks had a red blush to them
and from the look in his eyes he was lost in his own world, skating on his own planet.
Morgan felt like an elephant or hippo compared to this gorgeous, slender twink who was
easily the best skater on the ice.


That first night Morgan went home and jerked off like crazy. He now had a reason to go
skating often and it was not long that he began to feel the benefits. All the left over fat
from his beer and pizza college days began to melt away and he slowly began to get his
shape back. He felt so good about himself that he now felt he could approach the twink
that caught his eye each time he went on the ice.


'You're a great skater.' Morgan told him one day.

'Thanks. You're not too bad yourself.' Bryce replied.

'I've a long way to go to get to your shape.' Morgan said.

'I like the shape you're in.' Bryce replied. 'Me, I'm too skinny...nothing to hang on to in
bed. But I like being on the bottom ...

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After a long day of meeting people and pretending to be enthused about pharmaceutical technology, all Patrick wanted to do was relax. He had just had the most excruciating day. Trying to explain the latest medical advancement to a room full of number crunchers was hard. He hoped he had made enough of an impression.

Patrick entered his small hotel room and tossed his briefcase on the bed. All he wanted was a hot bath and a warm bed. He loosened the knot in his tie and undid the top button of his shirt. Patrick detested wearing the monkey suit, but he knew it was a must. He took off his watch and tossed it on the nightstand. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the blinking red light. He hated that light. It meant his afternoon of relaxation was about to come to an end.

Begrudgingly, he dialed down to the reception desk to retrieve his message. It was from his boss, who wanted Patrick to call him right away. As he dialed the number to the office he tried to come up with an excuse to get out of whatever it was he wanted him to do. The last thing he needed was to spend dinner with clients. No, he would have to put his foot down and just say he wasn’t into it tonight.

Patrick sat down on the bed and waited for his boss to answer.


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A slim hairless figure was all it took to make my head spin. I leaned back against the bar rail and watched as the barely legal twinks pranced around me. They knew what a guy like me could offer and they were begging for it. It brought a smile of amusement to my face. Of course I knew that they would never lead to more than a one-night stand, but on some cold nights that was all I needed.

The music seemed to get louder week after week. I really was getting too old for this, but I refused to stay at home on a Saturday night with just the touch of my hand to keep me company. At least in the bars I had my pick of the litter. A few of the tricks I recognized from weeks past. They tried their best to get my attention, but I’ve never been interested in second helpings.

My eyes settled on a tall Latino boy. His hair was jet black and his eyes a perfect match. His jeans were cut low and hung loosely around his hips; he looked like he had been poured into them. His shirt was carelessly tucked into his back pocket. My eyes caressed his smooth silky skin from across the room. He turned my way and gave me a half smile. I raised my glass to him in acknowledgement.

His smile widened and my dick hardened. I couldn’t wait to plunge ...

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To say that Menagerie was the hottest spot in Miami was an understatement. This was especially true on Tuesday nights when Menagerie played only R&B. That’s when all the brothas would come out to play. There is nothing I love more than a big piece of dark meat, I thought as I approached the smoky joint. The bouncer looked at my ID and then me. I was sure he thought I wasn’t eighteen due to my boyish appearance, but my ID was real. I had nothing to worry about.

After several minutes he finally stepped aside and allowed me to pass. I made sure to grab his fingers as I took my driver’s license from him.

“Gracias guapo,” I said with a wink and a smile.

I could feel his eyes follow me as I entered the club, which was already full of fine looking black men on the dance floor. There was someone for every taste and I had a craving for tall, dark, and muscular. I made my way across the dance floor to the bar. I could already feel their eyes on me. Black guys certainly loved a young piece of Latin ass like myself.

At the bar two different guys offered to buy me drinks, but I passed. They weren’t exactly my type. I grabbed my drink from the bartender and scanned the room. There were so many good-looking men around, how was a chico to choose? Luckily, before ...

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I could feel his gaze on me. Casually, I looked out of the corner of my eye. He seemed to be attractive enough, tall and muscular, just the way I liked them. I handed the cashier the money for my coffee and sat at a nearby table. I pulled out my ragged paperback and opened it to the bookmarked page.

“Mind if I sit down?”

Before I could reply he pulled out the chair and sat directly in front of me. He looked at the cover of my book.

“Are you a big mystery fan?” he asked.

“You could say that,” I casually replied.

Actually, I hadn’t read a word of the book. I just carried it around as a prop whenever I went cruising. I smiled, put the bookmark back in its place and laid the book down giving him my full attention.

His eyes were a deep blue. His hair was the color of sunflowers, my favorite; I smiled at him and lowered my eyes. This night I wanted to be coy. I was willing to play the part of his twink conquest.

“Are you from here?” he asked.

I looked into his eyes and replied, “Would you like to go back to my place? I live just around the corner.”

From his expression I could tell he was taken aback by my frankness, but I didn’t feel like playing games. ...

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“Tell me about him,” Vince said as he placed his hand on my thigh and leaned closer to me.

“Why do you want to hear it again?” I asked.

“I just do. What was he like? What did he look like?”

He started to kiss my neck. His hand worked its way to my crotch. Gently he started massaging between my thighs.

“I’ve told you before, why do you want to make me tell you again?”

I knew the answer all too well, but I wanted to hear him say it.

“You know how hot it gets me.”

He placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel it begin to harden with my touch.

“See? Just the thought of it is getting me hard.”

I let out a sigh of mock desperation and acted as if I was trying to recall the story, which wasn’t all that hard. He always wanted to hear about my past sexual experiences, especially about the first time I messed around. I’d told this story so many times he should have known it by heart. I just wished he wouldn’t make me tell it so often. I really hated thinking about it. It wasn’t exactly the fairy tale story I thought it was going to be. It was ten years ago when I was a senior in high school.

I had just turned eighteen, which ...

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With every step my cock grew harder. I was headed over to my neighbor’s to drop off a package that had been delivered to my house by mistake. It was a large heavy package. I had been so curious to open it, but, of course, resisted the urge. I didn’t know why I was so curious. I guess it was because my next-door neighbor was not your typical next-door neighbor. He wasn’t exactly the drop dead gorgeous type you always heard people fall for. He wasn’t that type of guy. No, he was an older gentleman, very quiet, and mysterious. He hardly ever talked to anyone in the neighborhood, no one knew much about him. All I knew was that he was very well kept for a man in his fifties. I had to admit whenever he jogged past me in his running shorts, his shirt slung over his shoulder, it always stirred something in my groin, it added to my curiosity. I didn’t really know why that happened, all I knew was that I always kept an eye out for him, and soon he would be right in front of me.

As I rung the bell my heart raced, with sweaty palms I waited for the door to open. I was just about to turn around and leave the package on the porch when the door opened, and there he stood his chest glistening with sweat and just wearing boxers.

“Sorry, I just got in from ...

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