Doug Deeson's musings

 It had been a long frustrating day and Doug was on his way home, tired, horny, feeling a certain itch.  And he knew just who could scratch it.  He called ahead and told Jack to be waiting, naked on the bed, laying on his back, head hanging over the edge when he got there.  He didn’t ask him to do this. He told him to be in that position. And he had every expectation that Jack would be there waiting for him.  He pulled into the drive and as he climbed the stairs of the porch, he recalled fondly, the times he’d fucked Jack on that porch, Jack leaning over the wall or with his back on the floor.   Neighbours over-hearing, some watching (the old lady across the street, he knew she watched), but he hadn’t cared, and Jack hadn’t either. The thought of his cock sinking into Jack’s ass out here, just put his horn on over-drive.   He unlocked the front door, opened it and went in and was stripping before it closed behind him. He climbed the stairs, that thir...

 After that first night, Troy would meet Brandon at the gym and they would work out together and then head back to one of their apartments, usually Brandon’s and then have sex.  Brandon had asked Troy out a few times, dinner, a movie, something just a date but that was something that Troy wasn’t quite ready for yet.  Troy worked out six days a week, Brandon four to five but they began to co-ordinate their workouts and meet at the gym.  A few times, Brandon got Troy worked up in the showers again, but Troy always pushed him away before it went too far.  Brandon even suggested that they grab a sauna after one particularly hard leg session.  They sat near each other, naked except for towels around their waists.  They were alone.  Brandon scooted a little closer and began to caress Troy’s leg, then higher onto his thigh, then higher still until his fingers closed around Troy’s already hardening cock.  With his other hand, Brandon flicked the towe...