From: wer qaz Even as hot and hung jocks all over the country were stripping off their uniforms and grabbing their buddies for a rough fuck, the men of the UCLA and USC water polo teams were obliviously preparing for their spring exhibition game. Their season had ended earlier in the year, with the Trojans [...]
No Comments. Continue Reading...From: Patrick Carter It was their last ever games lesson as school children and they all decided there would be no better way to end the year with a game of football. Olly is a good footballer and he and Pearce both played for the school’s football team. It was a hot afternoon in May [...]
No Comments. Continue Reading...Everybody is closeted at some point. I mean, almost nobody runs out to the world and announces that they’re gay the second they realize it. You know, it takes time to figure it out or, at the very least, figure out how you’re going to tell friends, family, and aquaintances that you like to suck cock – though
chances are it won’t be with that kind of colorful language. Then there are those of us that don’t get the chance to tell everyone that they’re gay, it just happens for one reason or another. I felt bad for those people, cause I was a control freak. I knew I was gay and knew exactly how I wanted to let everybody know – but that kind of went away when I became one of the people who didn’t get that chance.
Trevor had heard the speech about weightlifting before. There was a
complete set of weights bought for him to us in the basement. But he
touched them only to move out of the way.
The trip to two states away was as it usually is. Trevor forgot the
embarassment of flunking gym class. And going to summer school in another
state where they didn’t know him was probably easier anyway he thought.
The coach there was pissed he had to teach during the summer. The kids in
the class seemed to be bored as well and they all seemed like truants.
The glass was about 15 boys including Trevor.
His voice was deep, smooth-sounding, and deliciously seductive. Closer to I
could see he had a little stubble all around his jaw. His eyes were a deep
dark brown and gazed at me unflinchingly.
“Huh? Oh…sure”
He reached down, his tanned hairy arms a poetry of thick rippling muscle,
and grasped one in each hand. Giving me a quick grin, he settled onto his
seat and began lifting. I also began my next set.
Clifton was on the bottom of the pile of guys. They had been playing football in the empty lot. The grass was so thick most of the guys played barefoot and one team played shirtless. That was Clifton’s team.
Every time someone got tackled all the guys piled up on him and it turned into a minny wrestling match, filled with laughter and boys pressing their bodies against the other guys.
No Comments. Continue Reading...“Go ahead boy, lick it” he was tall, standing there naked with one armup.
Practice had been going for two hours so everyone was dirty, sweaty andtired.
Rob had just been promoted from junior varsity to varsity and knew hewould be teased and given some kind of initiation.
He stuck out his tongue and licked as he was ordered to while the rest ofthe teammates hooted, cursed and called him names.
“Do the other one you little faggot” Masher ordered turning his torso sohis other armpit was in Rob’s face. He inhaled the aroma and the effecton his cock was unmistakable.
He licked until Masher pushed him away and turned to go into the shower.His sweat glowing torso looked just as apetitizing. Rob hoped someonewould order him to lick that too. But they didn’t.
“Ok ok, guys get showered and out of here, I gotta go” the coach, whoprobably saw what was going on ignored it as he wandered among his nakedteam members.
No Comments. Continue Reading...Joey admitted it: for the past year he had let his bodybuilding almosttotally consume his life – and it had paid off.
At eighteen he was one of the youngest guys in his gym and also one of thebest built. He had weight-trained since he was 13 years old and the pastyear had seen him make incredible muscle gains, particularly with theamount of muscle he had added to his already-oversized chest muscles. Sincegiving up competitive swimming in college, Joey had gone for broke with hischest development — and his body had responded to his mind’s desire.
Everyone stared at him in public, even though he always wore loose clothingto hide his abnormally large muscular chest. And always he was in twominds: he longed to be the centre of attention and be stared at like thepiece of submissive muscular meat that he was. He also longed to be gropedand felt by other males and hear their words of praise about his muscularphysique as their hungry hands felt him up.
No Comments. Continue Reading...I really hated cross-country running. Our P.E. teacher, however,seemed to enjoy making us do it unless a) the temperature was below -10, b) the rain was heavy enough to cut off areas of the town by flooding (and our town is on a hill), or c) world tension could bring on a nuclear war within the next two hours. So most
Thursday afternoons we were subjected to having to run 50 miles(or so it seemed) round the paths of the park and woods nearby.That was another thing – it wasn’t cross-country running. It wasthrough the streets, past the shops, round the park and backthrough the streets running. So I hated it.
No Comments. Continue Reading...Breathlessly Daniel cleared the top of the sport centre stairs and pushed
through the double doors into the dojo. He had been delayed by traffic and
had one minute to get changed and on the mat or there would be push-ups for
being late … but as the doors swung closed behind him, Daniel realized
that was no longer a worry. A large square of green judo mats was already
laid out in the middle of the room, but no white-suited students ran round
it warming up, as they normally would be by now. Instead, one lone figure
lounged dejectedly on a stack of more mats in the corner.
“Hey Kyle!” Daniel called. He recognized the figure as a relatively
new member of the ju jitsu club, an exchange student from the
States. “Where’s everyone else?”
