The loose shorts I was wearing did nothing to hide nine inches of rock hard cock while I dozed. I lay out on the lounger by the pool and dozed off, which would have been fine except I happened to have an extremely graphic and dirty dream about some or all of the boys I previously mentioned. Since it looked like Dallas and Austin were going to stick around I put the second idea on hold, for the time being. I felt like either lounging by the pool all day or trying to get laid. Logan had to go to some practice for most of the day. It was a hot summer day and I had the day off. My first sexual fantasies were about him, many years ago, and they never really went away. Austin was a bleach-blonde surfer of 18, and he was the only one who knew I was gay. And he wasn't alone: my cousin Austin was here visiting as well, and he didn't hurt the scenery one bit. For whatever reason he had a penchant for wearing nothing but underwear while home on vacation around the house. This meant I had more eye candy: while Logan and I were tan blonde swimmers Dallas was a muscular brown-haired football quarterback. I heard someone in the kitchen, then remembered my older brother Dallas was home from college for the week. His short blonde hair outlined his handsome, devastatingly sexy face on top of that physical perfection.Īs soon as Logan went into the shower I pulled on a loose pair of shorts and went downstairs shirtless. (I was blessed with almost nine inches, which didn't seem fair). Whenever I could, I loved getting a glimpse of his astonishing ten inch cock. We were both serious swimmers and water polo players so both of us had developed nice smooth tan muscled bodies, and I loved watching his six pack abs and round pecs flex as he changed. Logan was 18, about a year younger than was I. Thanks for taking time to look me up.I lay in my bed on my back, the cover over my waist, watching my brother change across the room.
My details now have a new website where you can see all my stories and books listed, along with full covers and descriptions. I respond to every email, the good, the bad and the ugly. That way I can listen and learn and improve – Hopefully! If you like any of my stories I’d appreciate a kind review, if you hate any of them and think they stink I’d really like to hear from you and for you to give me your honest opinion and thoughts. So, do me a massive favour please and excuse any typo’s or grammar mistakes. I used to write a bit back in school so this is my therapy. Not being sporty and not being talented, the only thing I could think of was to turn to writing. I also go weak for uniforms, cops military and prison, and my fantasy is to be the pig in the middle of a 3way gang bang…….My stories reflect my likes and desires.Īctually I’m quite new to writing, but because of my love of the drink I had to get treatment and my therapist advised me to take up some sort of sport or hobby to try and keep me out the bars even for a day. I love the mature Bear type of guys, the leather and tattoos, hairy Daddy kind of blokes. The type of story that turns me on is anything to do with bizarre, freaky sex I’m not too much into the hearts and flowers sort of thing. The secret is out and I’m exposed as a drunk who repeats gossip ….
By the way I try to write with American terms because if I wrote like I speak, using English slang, no one would understand a word I said… When I start to write I just can’t stop till I finish off completely, the words come to my head so fast my fingers just can’t cope with the speed. I sit in bars and pubs and can guarantee that by the end of the night someone will have come up to me blabbing out his life story, or telling me dirty jokes, or mouthing off about his boyfriend, lover, sex life or some such shit (I must have that type of face) Next day when I sober up I write it all down in my own words. My books are all taken from stories I get told. You’re here to read about my books, not me, so I won’t bore you to death with all that usual bio crap and I’ll try to be brief… Only to say I’m English and at the time of writing I’m 45 years old.
I sit in bars and pubs and can guarantee that by the end of th Hi, I’m Gary, thanks for checking me out. True! My books are all taken from stories I get told. Hi, I’m Gary, thanks for checking me out.