Gay muscle men stories
‘Muscle Men’ & ‘Biker Boys’
I consider Richard Labonté the Dean of gay pornography. I met him years ago at A Different Lights Books, which he managed when it had books of substance and was the place our society met to plan the next demonstration. Sadly, the store now is another of the rainbow five-and-dimes on Castro Street with glossy photographs of naked men, hard-on magazines, a limited selection of books, and the gifts you’d give someone if you really needed to explain them how gay you are. Richard encouraged me to keep writing and was polite enough not to say my writing had the excitement of unused toilet paper. Muscle Men is the second of his collections that I’ve read since starting this assignment. In his introduction he gives us permission to touch the muscle comics and eroticize the writer of the “balls-on” essay on obsession with body building. Not a bad place to start.
The cover makes clarify the book is same-sex attracted pornography, with a well-built man in white trunks holding his head with both hands and looking up. Either he’s closing his eyes to shield them from the daystar or he’s regretting that guy he went residence with last night, who said
The Tiniest Bully
*Author’s note: This story is based on stories sent to me by Edward Edwards to post at this site, I decided that I would put my own little spin on things, generate it as radical as possible, the power and muscularity of the ethics for his size and age, which I decided should be 3 years old, is completely unreal and therefore shouldn’t be taken seriously by anyone. I hope you who are inclined enjoy this story.*
So, here I was walking down the street, trying to get place from the show theater, when suddenly, a young voice came out of nowhere.
"Hey mister, want to spot something cool?"
I looked down to see this minuscule kid, probably 5 or 6 years old, he was 3'5 coming right up to my waist, he was wearing a sweatshirt and sweat pants, but even so, it looked prefer he was packing a couple pounds too many on his short body. I looked around and nodded, he took me by the hand, with a grip that surprised me, it was like a vice grip was suddenly closing in on my index and middle fingers. He pulled me along, almost against my own will, t
Superhero Muscle Growth/TF/Body Swap stories
Masculine and muscular Alpha Skinhead into: - BOOTS (combat, tactical, firefighting, sport biker, MX, tradies and work boots); - Boot action: Licking, worshipping, kicking, stomping, trampling; - Uniforms (military, police, riot gear, SWAT, firefighting); - Sports gear (American football, footie shorts and socks, cycling kits, jocks, wrestling singlets, under armour and compression gear in general); - Sports bike leather and MX gear; - Skinheads; - Uneven and hard sex: Aggro, verbal, WS, spit, cum, facials, arse play, tough fucking, skull and throat fucking; - Prison scenes, especially prisoner ...; - Guns and weapons - Breath govern and smoke masks; - Wrestling and fighting; - Muscles, muscle growth and muscle worship; - Tradies and soiled tradie's gear; - Smelly socks, jocks, sneaks and boots. Gear stays on!!!
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Muscle Bound
Jose had a body many men would die for, and gay men desired to handle. Yet in the world of competitive bodybuilding that simply didn’t make the grade. At an average height of 5’8 and a competitive weight 225lbs Jose had lingered around the highest echelons of the amateur circuit, but knew he wouldn’t be able to break out of the amateurs into the professionals with his current body. After his third place placing Jose felt more dejected than ever as he left the stage. All he wanted to complete was grab his bag, become into his car and top home.
Jose crossed the dark parking lot, only illuminated by the occasional flickering florescent tube when he felt a tap on his shoulder.
‘Excuse, you are Jose Ramos aren’t you’, said a young man, ‘I was watching you routine on stage and, to be honest, thought you were robbed.’
Jose turned to observe a tall, handsome young human, around 6’2”’ looking down at him. His features and lean, but athletic physique body recalled the build of a swimmer.
“That’s me…how can I facilitate you?” Jose Responded
“ I’m Tracker, Hunter Jordan. I represent a new supplement company and would like to know if this you would be interested in being sponsored by us” he held o