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I was working out at the gym when I slipped off of the treadmill as it was still moving, it threw me to the ground and I must have cried out as I hit the cement floor. Several guys ran over to check on me and help me up, the pain was bad enough that I asked to be left on the floor for a few minutes, and one guy said he was an Emergency Room nurse and that with that kind of pain I should go in for x-rays to rule out that anything was broken. He told me his name was Jake, running his hands along my leg he ask me if I felt discomfort under his touch, at one point the pain was immense at my knee. Jake ran his hand up my leg on all sides feeling for any bulges caused by a broken bone. I was looking into Jake’s face, his dark eyes looked up my leg and I think into the leg opening of my shorts at the fullness of my jockstrap, I shifted a bit moving my crotch closer to his hand when it nearly reached the top of my leg. Jake helped me to my feet. “I’d be happy to help you to the hosp...

Walking to work the few blocks I have to travel since I live and work in town, I took delight in seeing the Christmas decorations being put in the store windows and from the light poles. Seeing the first bell ringing Santa of the year I walked over and dropped a few dollars into the pot, The Santa looked into my eyes. “Thank you sir, Merry Christmas” he said as he patted my arm. I walked on humming the song White Christmas quietly, hell it was only November 15th but the Santa got me into a good mood, a Christmas kind of mood. I walked into the coffee shop that I usually pass by and ordered a White Mint Mocha hot coffee to sip on. I got through my day without injury but work sure took away the Christmas spirit that I had earlier this morning. I walked home the same route as I came, I passed the coffee shop and could hear the bell ringer from a half block away, I dug into my pocket again hoping to regain the feeling that I had gotten this morning. There was a new bell ringer...

My Brother and I grew up together in a very close way, we just seemed inseparable, and we are barely a year apart and do about everything together. Since we went through puberty years before, one or both of us was jacking off at one time or another and sharing a bedroom, well, there was little privacy. We lived in the middle of nowhere and had little to do other than work on our family farm. My nineteen year old brother Riley, would rub one out as he lie in his bed most every night, I would pretend to be asleep and watch him through squinted eyes. He would jack his cock while pulling at his balls or rubbing his ass crack with his legs spread and when he would shoot his jizz all over his chest I would find it hard to keep quiet. One night he was going at it when he looked over and saw me watching him. “Get over here Brad, I know you watch me get off all the time and I’ve seen you jacking off while you are watching me.” I got out of my bed and walked the few steps over to Rile...

I headed to the cell phone store after my phone drowned, it sucks, one minute I am talking and the next it falls into four inch deep water puddle and fried out instantly. A good looking clerk met me near the door of the shop greeting me with a smile of perfectly white teeth. “Hello, how can I help you?” “My phone died after a puddle incident.” “I see, let me take a look.” The clerk said taking the phone from my hand, he seemed to pause as he touched my fingers. We walked over to the counter where he pulled the back off of my phone and fooled around a bit before he changed the battery. “Yep, it looks like it’s toast, I had someone bring in the phone recently, she thought it was dead but it turned out that the battery had swelled up and quit.” “So mine is not swollen?” The clerk looked down below my waist and grinned. “No, I don’t see any swelling yet.” I blushed, and pointed to the counter. “I meant the phone.” “Can I have your phone number?” “Really? I hardly know...

I bought a new house a few weeks ago and have been painting and prepping the place for move in day. I went over after work one night and was painting late, I didn’t want to drag this out for weeks and was anxious to get moved into my first home that was not a rental. It was hot and the A/C repair guy was not due until tomorrow, I should have skipped working until it was fixed but I had already stripped off my jeans and was painting in my tee shirt and underwear with a small fan blowing on me. It was near 11 pm when I sort of sensed someone watching me, I turned only to see an empty room and all of the blinds were shut. I went back to painting and shrugged it off to being tired, well until I felt something brush against my leg making me really jump, I looked all around and again saw nor heard anyone. I was starting to get a little freaked out and the hair on the back of my neck was standing up, I refused to run out screaming into the night so I continued painting without further ...

I love twink-a-lisious boys, skinny little slim waisted blonde guys, I am a bear, I love hanging with big boys but when it comes time for sex, nothing beats a twink. I was out with my friends at a neighborhood bear bar, the kind of place that is full of sexy large men shooting darts, playing pool and drinking beer. We had been there about two hours when the door opens, and in walks this dark haired skinny twink. Standing there he looked out of place and maybe he had stumbled into the wrong door, He was just what I needed, I headed his way before he had time to slide back out into the night.  “Hi, my name is Chris let me buy you a beer.” I said slapping his shoulder.  The guy sort of gave me a smile as I pulled him over to the bar. “Joe, give my friend a beer, on my tab.” “You’ve got it.” The shirtless bartender said with a smile. “What is your name my friend?” I asked. “Danny, thanks for the beer.” “Did you stumble in here by mistake or did you know it was a bear’s ...

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