Ernie sat on the examination table waiting for his doctor to see him. He'd been seeing Doctor Kox for years and had always thought he was a hot man. He was tall and muscular, his hair was still jet black and his blue eyes twinkled when he smiled. 



The nurse told Ernie he was the last patient of the day and he heard her tell Dr. Kox she was leaving. Ernie lay back on the exanimation table and dozed off.



“Hey, ya old fuck,” Charlie Kox laughed, shaking Ernie's shoulder. “Wake up.”



“Huh?” Ernie roused himself. “If you didn't keep me waiting so long I wouldn't fall asleep.” Kox laughed.



“Who's this?” Ernie indicated the younger man standing next to Kox.



“Don't you remember my son Harry?”



“Damn,” Ernie offered his hand. “I haven't seen you in years, Harry. Where ya been?”

“Mike?” I turned in the direction of the voice.



“Hey man. What the hell ya doing here?” 



“Hey Pedro,” I smiled. Pedro was one of my online buddies. We had talked many times through chat but had never met. We only knew each other through pictures we had exchanged.

“Same as you, checking out the new cars.” 



“Cool,” he replied as he looked down at my crotch and licked his lips. 



“Not many people here yet,” I said, gently rubbing my hand against the front of my 501s. My cock began to swell. It was a turn-on to be standing on the show floor, surrounded by people unaware that two men were standing among them talking about fucking ass and sucking cock.



“I want some of that man,” Pedro said. 



“Yeah?” I grinned. 



“Yeah Daddy,” he replied, grinning back.



“Well,” I looked around the convention area floor. My cock twitched and continued to swell. “Any suggestions as to where we could go?”



“Fuck yeah,” he replied. He began to walk away and I followed his tight little ass. 

We rode the escalator to the upper level. The show had just opened and the crowd was thin. It was even thinner on the upper level. Pedro looked over his shoulder and smiled. I liked the look of his neatly trimmed goatee. I knew it would look good wrapped around my cock. My cock pulsed and I could feel precum beginning to ooze onto my hairy thigh. We continued down the hall and into an isolated john. 



“I’m in here, Daddy,” Pedro called from the furthest stall. I pushed open the door and Pedro was sitting on the toilet. He had already pulled his shirt over his head and I took in the sight of his muscular and hairy body. 

He reached out and quickly popped the buttons on my jeans. “Got something for me Daddy?” 



I approached the door. My mouth went dry and sweat rolled down my sides. I was about to enter my first gay bar. And, it was a leather bar at that. 



“Not everyone will be in leather,” the bartender had told me when I called earlier in the evening. 



Before leaving the house, I had carefully shaved my lower neck, taken a shower and washed my hair. I combed my hair to try and hide my receding hairline. When you pushing forty there’s not much you can do to hide the years. Mother Nature always wins in the end. But, sometimes it works.

No more excuses. It was time to venture forth. 

And, now, here I was. “Five dollar cover,” the guy at the door told me. I surrendered the bill without comment and went inside, my heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon. 



I guess I expected the place to be totally different from any other bar I’d ever been it. It wasn't, except that there were no women. The air was thick with smoke and music blasted from the jukebox, just like any neighborhood watering hole. 



Jeff sat alone at the bar, nursing his bottle of water. He'd just come from the theater. He had gone alone. Again. Now, even though the bar was full, he still felt very alone. He felt like he was in the eye of a hurricane. Except instead of wind swirling around it was music and lights.



He had just been jilted after a short, but torrid romance. He knew it wasn’t his fault, but that didn’t make the pain go away. Bill had been everything he'd ever wanted in a man. Jeff’s “crime” had been that he had cared too much. 



Even worse, they both did volunteer work for the same organization. They saw each other every day. Jeff always kept everything professional. Bill was just as cold as a person could be towards another. He wouldn't even return Jeff’s calls or email. So, once again, Jeff found himself alone. Cursing himself for a fool to have let his guard down. Again.



“Hey, man,” someone said, “You OK?” 



Jeff turned and looked into the bearded face of the stranger. “Yeah. I’m OK. Thanks for asking.” He returned the stranger's gaze.



“You sure, bud?” He looked Jeff in the eye.



“You don’t want to know my problems,” Jeff replied. 



“Well, sometimes a different perspective is all you need,” the stranger said. “Besides, I’m a good listener.” Jeff didn’t respond. 



“Do you mind if I sit here?” the stranger asked.



“It's a free country,” Jeff said.

Some friends had asked me to house sit for a couple of weeks while they went on vacation. I quickly agreed as it got me out of my small apartment and into a better part of town, even if it was only for a short time. I was also doing some work around the house and had plenty to do while they were away. I was just preparing to hang a new bathroom door with the bell rang. “Who the fuck is this?” I muttered to myself as I went downstairs.



I opened the door to find a deliveryman standing there. And what a delivery man. He was over six feet tall and I estimated about two hundred pounds of solid bear. His reddish brown hair and beard were in need of a trim. The hair on his neck merged into the heavy pelt covering his chest, visible through the open front of his shirt. His shirt was dark with sweat. I could smell him on the hot July wind that blew in through the door. Jim, the name tag said. 



“Can I help you?” I asked, thinking, “I certainly hope so!” 



“I’ve got your water here,” He replied, in a voice deeper than my own low bass. 



“Excuse me?” I answered, “Water?”



“Yep,” he pointed to the bottles on the ground beside him. I had been to busy looking at him to notice much of anything else.

“Oh yeah. They go in the kitchen.” 



“Which way is that?” he asked, picking up the bottles as easily as if they were two quart bottles. “I’ve never been here before.” 

I led the way to the kitchen and watched as he replaced the empty on the cooler and gathered the empties. 



“Would you like something to drink? It's awfully hot today.” 



“Sure, thanks. This is my last stop for the day. I think I can take a break,” he smiled. 



“Juice, pop or a beer?” I asked. 



“A beer would taste good,” he smiled again. 

This guy was turning me on just standing there. I hoped I wouldn't get a hard on. The shorts I was wearing were tight and it would be pretty obvious. I had noticed his wide gold wedding band when he had picked up the bottles. I don't like to make a move on a married man unless I get some kind of signal that they're interested and I wasn't getting anything now.

Vinnie stood with his arms folded across his muscular chest as he watched the mall walkers. There were more of them since Thanksgiving and the first snowfall. They were older men and women except for one man. 



Vinnie had seen him in the mall before when he had his wife and kids with him. He estimated the man was in his late thirties, tall and very nicely built, with a good-sized bulge in his sweat pants. His reddish blond hair was cut military style as was his mustache. 

The man winked at Vinnie as he passed by. 

Vinnie felt his cock twitch in his uniform pants.



A few minutes later the man passed by again as he continued his circuit of the mall. He winked again as he licked his lips. 

Vinnie's cock began to swell. 



“I think we’re going to be stuck here for a while,” Joe said, looking out the window at the snowstorm.



“Well, at least we have enough provisions to get by for a few days,” Jack answered. 



“We can always hunt for food,” Joe said. They laughed together. 



“What’s so funny?” Scott asked, as he came out of the bathroom. 



“Joe said we could hunt for food,” Jack replied, and he and Joe laughed again. 



Scott glanced at the table crowded with empty beer cans. “Uh, right.” 

When Joe and Jack had asked Scott to go with them on their annual hunting trip he had been flattered and excited. Other men at work had told him they had never asked anyone to go with them before. Scott felt special somehow. 



Scott was fresh out of school and new on the job. He was nervous and excited about his future. And, he was still a virgin. He had not told Joe and Jack that, but he figured they probably knew that. That was another reason he had wanted to go on the trip with them. "Plenty of pussy available,” Jack had told Scott at lunch one day. “lots of it.” 



“Lots of head, too,” Joe had added. Scott had gotten excited thinking about the trip and had gone to the john to jack-off. He’d never had sex with anyone before. 
Now, stuck in the cabin, it didn’t seem like he would have much of a chance of getting laid, or, getting a blow job either. 



Scott sank into one of the old over stuffed wing back chairs and looked at Joe and Jack. Joe was a typical Italian. Olive skinned with black hair and brown eyes, his hunting beard had only taken a week to grow in full and dark. Hair crawled up his neck from below his shirt collar. He was always bragging about all the pussy he got. Tall and muscular, Scott believed him. 



Jack was the opposite of Joe. Light skinned with blond hair and blue eyes, he was laid back and quiet. He never talked much about his live outside of work, but Scott thought he was married. His hunting beard had taken a lot longer to grow in than Joe’s and had a reddish tint to it. Jack was Joe’s workout buddy and it showed. 



When I was a kid, around 12 or so, I fell in love with one of my teachers.  His name was Mr. Bonner, and he always gave me a boner. He was fresh out of college so he was about double my age. Mr. Bonner had a beautiful black beard and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. He was a jock and had the body to prove it. When we had PE I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in his shorts and his tight t-shirt showed the swell and curve of every bulging muscle.



I jacked off many nights wondering what his cock looked like and if his wife liked sex with him. Did she suck his cock? Did she moan with pleasure as he fucked her? 
School moved on, but I never forgot Mr. Bonner. I pumped out many a load thinking about his hot body and his handsome face. 



I’m dozing in my bed, not aware of his presence until I feel his work calloused hands gently caress my furry ass. 

I hear him quickly pull off his clothes and then feel the bed shift as he joins me. 

His rough hands gently pull my ass cheeks apart and one of his thick fingers slowly slips into my tight, hairy hole. 



“Hmmm,” he whispers, “Nice and tight. Just like always.” 

I shift my position to give him better access to my fuck hole.



“Oh, yeah,” he murmurs. 

I feel his hot breath on my moist hole. I know what’s going to happen. It happens every night. Sometimes more than once. 

The bed shifts again and I feel his thick tongue lap my hairy hole. His beard and mustache scratch my ass cheeks. 

I moan as his tongue probes me, getting me ready for the fucking that I know will eventually come. 



“Yea,” his whispers. “A tight and tasty hole, gonna fill it with my big cock soon. Fill it with my hot load.” 

I respond by shoving my ass against his face. 

He responds by doubling his efforts. His saliva runs down onto my balls and then onto the sheets. 



“Get me ready,” I moan. “I want that cock up my ass. I NEED that cock up my ass!” 



John had gotten in trouble with the drill sergeant. Again.



“When you’re done cleaning the latrine report to my office,” the sergeant commanded.



“Sir, yes, sir,” John replied. Sarge scared him. He was over 6 foot of solid muscle. His shirts were always tight around his massive biceps. John had seen the sergeant in the shower. He was impressed by the sergeant’s massive, hair covered, chest. He had even sneaked a glance at the sergeant’s massive, uncut cock swaying over his large, hair covered, balls.



John always had to hurry away before he got a hard on.

Now, John had finally finished cleaning the latrine and headed to the sergeant’s office.

The lights were out. But, the door was open a crack.



“Sir?” John called. “Are you here, sir?”



“Come in and close the door, recruit,” John heard Sarge say.



“Yes, sir,” John replied, closing the door behind him.



“Did you do your job, boy?”



“Yes, sir. I did, sir,” John replied. He heard a strange slow, slapping noise.



“Come over here, boy.”

John walked around the desk. He could smell the beer on the Sergeant’s breath. John was surprised to see the sergeant’s massive cock sticking out of his uniform pants.



“You want this, don’t ya boy?”



“Sir. I, uh, I, I don’t know what to say,” John stuttered.



“I’ve see you staring at me in the shower, boy.” The sergeant slapped the palm of his hand with his hard on.



“Yes, sir. I have stared at you, sir.”



“On your knees, boy.”

John dropped to the floor and stared at the massive cock he was now confronting.



“Suck it, boy.” The Sergeant grabbed John’s head and pulled him on to his drooling tool. John opened his mouth and tried to swallow his sergeant’s dick. He gagged when the massive, helmet shaped head, hit the back of his throat.