Doug Deeson's musings

 He took Phil’s hand and placed it on his cock.  Phil could feel it hardening under his hand. “Jake, what are you doing?” “You…. I hope,” replied Jake. Phil pulled his hand back, though he did linger for just a moment, feeling the hardening cock under his palm.   “Jake,” he stammered, “I’m flattered but I’m with Connor.   And, well, we haven’t had that discussion yet on if we should be open.   I’ll be honest, I’m flattered, beyond flattered to be honest, and not a little turned on but Connor and I are, well, Connor and I, and I can’t do anything until I talk to him.” Jake stood up in the boat and his cock tenting his shorts, it appeared to stand almost straight out. “I’m sorry, I know, you’re with Connor, one of my best friends and I’m completely embarrassed by my behaviour.   I don’t even know what I’m thinking, I have a fiancé, a very pregnant fiancé.   What the hell am I doing Phil?” As he said this, he started to gesticulate madly and ...

 It had been almost 7 months since their first date, that celebratory dinner right after the house closed.  It had been a good year for both, of them. The baseball season had wound down and Connor had had a fantastic year. The team had clinched the wild card spot and won that series but lost in the division championship series. Everyone had played well both throughout the regular and post season, there was good chemistry and high hopes for the new season, to come. Phil, having connected with Connor, soon became an agent for other celebrity clients. He arranged short- and long-term rentals, as well as higher end sales.   His clientele shifted and he found himself doing very well financially.   He bought a new car, a BMW. Between them things were mostly great.   There was some tension, due to Connor’s closet which Connor had eased a little bit.   He’d begun his coming out process.   He’d told his parents and they had completely accepted him with love...

  Phil turned to see the man he loved, standing naked, erect cock pointing at him. “Well, are you gonna finish what you started?” he asked.   Connor stepped closer and wrapped his big meaty hand around Phil’s neck and drew him in. He leaned down and kissed Phil deeply, tongue probing into Phil’s mouth, Phil reacted by driving his own tongue back into Connor’s mouth. Hands flowed across each other’s bodies, down across backs, onto asses, back up to hold each other’s neck, cupping each other’s head. Connor broke the kiss first by pushing Phil down across the length of his body, until his hard cock was even with Phil’s face.   Phil reached up with his left hand and wrapped two fingers around Connor’s five solid inches and then reached out with his tongue to lightly lap against the sensitive head. A pearl of precum tipped the head and Phil licked it up, tasting the drop of Connor’s essence. A little sweet, a little salty, some tartness, a perfect metaphor for the man it c...

The crack of the bat hitting the ball was a solid sound, heard even over the roar of the crowd.  The ball sails up, arching over the field, it went deep, deeper still and landed in the centre field stands, just shy of the second deck. Connor raised his hand and trotted around the bases.   All 6’2” of blond beefy goodness, slowly making his way around the bases.   His left foot touched home plate and his teammates surrounded him to cheer him on, as his walk off homerun had just won the game for the team. Phil admired Connor’s form as he circled the bases but then shut the TV off and tidied up the kitchen and headed off to bed.   Phil was a bear of a man, big and burly, furry and a bit chubby if he was honest with himself.   He climbed into bed alone and drifted off to sleep. A couple of hours later, he was awakened when a warm body wrapped around him.   The man smelled of soap, and Bleu de Chanel.   A furred blonde arm wrapped around him and pulle...