Doug Deeson's musings

I first saw him at the gym, and I continued to see him day after day, week after week.   He’s a very handsome man, tall, blonde, unbelievably handsome – did I say that?   He kind of catches your eye, no matter where he is. He has tattoos, a full sleeve on his right arm, and large tattoo, a wolve head, on the left shoulder, a photo-realist style tattoo. Truly beautiful work. He is very fit, muscular with a firm but not bulked body.   At 6’3” he looms over me.   His hair is blond and worn close cropped which gives him a kind of military man look. He throws a very Captain America stereotype vibe – clean, wholesome and strong as an ox. There is just something about him, though, that says baseball player, to me. I think because he reminds me of a specific player, but I just can’t put my finger on which player that is, as odd as that sounds. But very definitely I could see him in tight pinstriped baseball pants. At any gym there are three types of guys (per my extensive ...

  Cal, Zack and I I met Cal when I was four.   We became best friends and were inseparable.   Cal was a ginger, fair skinned, freckles, a bit taller than I am and his cock was uncut, which was a novelty for me. We did everything together.   Played baseball and swam every day in the summer, we’d do sleep overs at each other’s homes, regularly. And as we reached puberty, Cal and I had begun exploring together. He grew to be about 2 inches taller than I was, with a thick build and no body hair to speak of, except the mop of red hair on his head, and pubes and pits, both fiery red.   That exploration had grown from same room jerking to mutual masturbation to sucking and then fucking each other. The first time we fucked, well he fucked me, was just after his father passed.   We were alone in my basement, which my brother’s and I had set up as our club house, and he was crying.   I hugged him and we kissed then next thing I know he’d spun me around and his...

Kevin waited a couple of weeks before he contacted Mark.  They arranged a time for him to visit the farm, which was about an hour outside of town. Further than he’d normally go for a job, but Mark represented a large dollar contract, and could lead to more in that same bracket, just as his job with Josh had led to several other projects with local homes.  He was doing all right and even thought that he might need to hire some help. He thought about that, as he turned into the long driveway, passing several pastures that were occupied with horses and goats, he could see the house up ahead at the end of the drive.  A white farmhouse with verandahs on the first and second floors that wrapped the building.  He could see several barns, or at least outbuildings, and a few of the pastures closer to the house appeared to be overgrown.  He followed the driveway around to a small parking pad off the right of the main house. The pad was near a shed, rather a large garage, ...