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As always, a trip to the hot spa and springs at Val d’Orcia had made me feel vigorous and virile. Rosella would be getting quite a workout tonight. I thanked my lucky stars that Rosella had been so accommodating after my wife and mistress had both died unexpectedly within months of each other two years ago. I couldn’t be more lucky to now have Rosella to turn to. But, no that wasn’t fully true. For that brief period, several decades ago, before I had to take over the family responsibilities, I had been happier. In recent weeks, I’d been coming more and more back to the memories of those too-few happy months of my youth—and to my American lover. I wondered now if this was a harbinger of the end of my days. I was only in my mid sixties and in as good a condition as considerable money and leisure could buy, but my family hadn’t been known for its longevity.
It must have been these memories that caused me to pull off the highway and motor into the center of Lucca to break my trip back to Montebella, the family estate in the hills above Marina de Massa and the Ligurian Sea off the coast of Tuscany. When I’d left Val d’Orcia I could hardly wait to get back to my Tuscan vineyard in the lushest of all seasons, the September grape harvest time, and into Rosella’s arms. But the memories had crowded in as I neared Lucca, ...

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I entered the smoky, dimly lit bar and sat in a stool next to the runway. A lithe blond hunk sauntered over to me, two glasses and a bottle of bubbly in hand. We drank as we explored each other with our eyes and he undressed me with his baby blues. Colored lights slowly emerged, bouncing off a twirling silver ball in the ceiling, and music rose from a hidden band. He laughed, blew me a kiss, and stood and mounted the runway.

He slowly, sensuously stripped down, and then he was dancing. There were shouts of approval and enthusiasm all around us, but he was dancing just for me. He stood on the runway close in front of me, his heavy cock and balls slowly swaying to the music of the band as he danced in undulating rhythm, his long blond hair waving around his head. I pulled his cock to me with my soft eyes and made love to it. He laughed and arched his back. His hips gyrated and wiggled and pumped as he danced above me, thrusting his throbbing cock at me, again and again. He sighed and moaned for me. I arched my back in sexual exhilaration and ecstasy, as the lights bouncing off the silver ball intensified and burbling applause and catcalls flooded in on us. But he was dancing just for me.

He pranced out on the runaway, dancing sweeping movements for the music and audience, and then he ...

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He didn’t know I was watching him. He thought I was reading and the only reason he wasn’t bugging me about it was because he was so involved himself. And it wasn’t like I’d never seen him take a bath before. Coyle was always in the bath. He enjoyed bathing like I enjoyed poker. Hot water and suds up to his chin, a cigar in his mouth, brandy at hand, like a gentleman of leisure.

As was his habit, he had the tub arranged so it faced the hotel room door. I was sitting on the bed to his right and back a little so he couldn’t even see me peering over my book unless he turned his head a good ways in my direction. He wasn’t going to turn. He was in a world of his own and didn’t even know I existed. That was another thing that fascinated me about Coyle. The way he could lose himself in a dream.

That wasn’t a skill I had ever mastered. I was firmly grounded in reality, a fact that often came between us. But not today. Today, Coyle was lost in a dream, and I was lost in my book, but then he made that sound and I had to look up. It’s hard to describe, kind of a moan, kind of a sigh. It comes from deep in his chest and I’ve heard it often enough to know, know that he had to be touching ...

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"Yeah man, I never had a night like that.She was all over me and I couldn’t have controlled her if I had wanted to."

"Damn man, you just have all the luck."

As usual Joshua was running his mouth about some girl he hooked up with over the weekend. Everyday at work he had a new story to tell us about some whore and he always had the bite marks or long scratches to prove it. Sometimes I just wanted to scream at him for lying and just tell the guys that I am the one leaving those marks on his neck, along with other places on his body.
I could no longer take listening to his lies and watching the other guys foam at the mouth. I went into my office and closed the door.

I was working on my reports that had to be out by Thursday, when I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in," I shouted.

I saw his head peek through my door and I shot him an icy glare.

"Are you mad at me?" he said in a meek and humbled voice.

I didn’t respond. He knew I was mad.

"Oh Shawn I am so sorry baby, I know you hate it when I tell those stories,but they ask me where I get the marks from and I have to tell them something."

I kept working as if he wasn’t even there. I ...

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“You are such an asshole.” cursed Brian.

“And it never has bothered you, not once., said Ken. You just say to hell with and let it go.”

“That isn’t the point. The point is not getting yourself upset over the little stuff, shit happens.”

“You know all about little stuff, don’t you?”

“Oh, That’s a low blow, even for you., Brian said, as he grabbed for Ken.

“You would really like a blow. I know you, little man.”, Ken laughed, the two falling into a pile of leaves they just raked.

The neighbors were out and Brian cooled his jets, in respect for Ken’s privacy. He took Ken by the hand, pulling him to his feet, neither daring to embrace. Ken didn’t talk with his neighbors, only to say hello and wave. So, it shocked him when someone yelled out queer, as he got his mail from the box. It wasn’t the first time he heard it. It wasn’t like bigots weren’t alive and well in his town. A couple different black families had racial slurs written on their cars and houses. One families house was vandalized, trashing everything they owned inside. Just knowing one of his neighbors, was filled with enough hate to say it, bothered him.

They each decided it would only make the bigot happy, if they stayed inside. The yard work needed to be done anyway. Brian was bending over, picking up the ...

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Brad’s feet ached as he walked up the last flight of stairs to his apartment. The damn elevator was having routine maintenance done. As he fiddled with getting his key in the lock, he felt the warmth of being gripped tightly from behind. Steve his lover of three years was hugging him around the waist kissing his neck lightly, making a chill go down his spine. He turned each facing the other, lips melting together in a torrent of passion. Steve grabbing Brad’s backside first, then running his hands over the front of his pants, starting to unzip them.

“Wait, let me get the door open.”, said Brad as he took Steve’s hand into his own.

Once inside, Brad was surprised to find that his lover had lighted several candles around the room. They weren’t scented, as Brad never wanted to be distracted from his lover’s own scent.

“Baby, this is great. You are so romantic.”

“You deserve it. You work so hard all day at the office.”

“You’re right. I do deserve it.”,Brad said, pulling Steve in for a quick peck on the cheek.

The glow from the candles flickered, as Steve took Brad’s suit coat and tie, placing them on the living room couch. Brad sat down, taking his shoes off, to rest his feet, while Steve started massaging his shoulders.

“I’m not giving you a foot rub. Pew.”, Steve laughed.

Steve could ...

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As I lay beside him I looked into his eyes, those chocolate brown eyes that had drawn me to him all those years ago. I touched his hand and I can’t help but notice how his milk chocolate skin still complements my snow white complexion. How far we have come since that day we first met. I still remember it so well like it had just happened.

I was on the swim team, and most if not all of the girls had their eyes on me. Although girls were not quite for me, it was still quite flattering. I was captain of the team for three of the four years I was in high school. It was my senior year and my grades had always suffered but my coach was always able to convince the teachers to make slight changes so that I could stay on the team. However now there was talk of me not being able to graduate and with the scholarship offers that I had that was not a possibility. My parents and the teachers decided that I would need to get a tutor.

I was not too excited about that idea, until I saw him. I opened the door and he put his hand out to greet me, “Hi my name is James are you Brandon?” he asked.

He was a sophomore in college and the sexiest man I ever had laid eyes on, His skin so smooth and dark, he was taller than ...

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The stage was empty, except for one man and his guitar. It may not seem like much but he had incredible stage presence. I should know, I’ve never missed one of his performances. I’ve been to every seedy club, open mic, coffee house, and bar this side of the east coast. There’s just something about him. It’s hard to explain. It’s something about his voice and his lyrics; they speak right to my soul. It was baffling that he hadn’t been signed to a record contract yet, but it would happen soon. I just knew this guy was going to be a star someday.

As I sat in the audience, I thought back on how we had met. It was still so clear in my mind. It was after the fifth performance I had attended. I had managed to get enough nerve to introduce myself and tell him how much I had enjoyed his performance. He looked at me with those piercing brown eyes, smiled, and everything around me went dark. At that moment there was no one else in the club except him and me. Unfortunately, before he could speak someone came up to us and pulled him away. I was so disappointed, but after the next performance he came up to me and we managed to carry on a conversation without any interruptions.

That had been several shows ago and since then our relationship had grown from just performer and fan. Now after every show ...

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The anticipation was killing me. Sometimes there was no better foreplay than waiting. Ben and I had been seeing each other as more than friends now for three weeks, each date so far had ended up in some very heavy making out. Just now all I could think of was his strong hands as they felt their way under my shirt, played with my nipples until they were hard, his hot breath on my neck as he kissed his way down my smooth chest. I really didn’t know how we’d been able to wait so long, but we had promised ourselves we would wait until we were completely sure this was what we wanted to do. I guess that was the good thing about dating someone you’d known all your life, you could take you time in making decisions. But tonight was going to be different, I was pre cumin just thinking about it. We both knew this would be the night.

We turned into his driveway, having just returned from a nice dinner and the longest movie of my life. I turned to face him and he gave me that sly smile that melted my insides. We walked to his front door where he made a show of finding his keys; he was such a tease. I knew he was just as anxious as I was. I ran my hand up his thigh and felt his hard bulge. Then I leaned close to him and blew on his ...

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