All Chapters of Tales Of A Gay Man (Final): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Looking at my reflection in the nearby window, I decided to head to the gym afterward. Maybe getting my blood pumping would help my brain from leaking out for the rest of the day. And who knows? Maybe there would be a hot guy or two to keep my eyes and imagination entertained. As I'd gone to the gym yesterday, I felt like just doing some light core exercises and a bit of cardio before seeing where the evening would take me. I got back to my apartment and changed into a tight exercise shirt and a pair of shorter gym shorts of the style that made it so you didn't need to wear underwear beneath, which I didn't mind. I'd yet to have a gym hookup experience, but I fantasized about one happening every once in a while. I downed a creatine/pre-workout mix before heading out, jogging the block over to the school gym. It was fairly busy, and there was definitely some eye candy, but I knew that many of the jocks at my college were hopelessly straight. I decided to give it a shot anyway. I be

I didn’t even make it 24 hours before I texted the guy who hit on me while I was out with my wife, and groped my ass in the bathroom stall before going our separate ways. The next morning when my wife was still in bed, I was in the living room watching tv and couldn’t stop thinking about him. His confidence, how he knew what he wanted and he got it, the way he talked to me. I had to have more. I texted “hey, I’m the guy from the bar bathroom yesterday” and waited for a response. After what felt like an eternity, he texted back “haha that was quick.” He asked me where my wife was and I told him she was still sleeping. He said “send me a picture” and without hesitating I walked into the bathroom and took the best picture of my ass I could possibly get and sent it to him. He sent back a heart eyes emoji and then said “more.” I took a few more pictures in various positions and sent them to him. He told me after each picture what he wanted to do to me. I was practically begging him to se

It wasn’t long before he came in and hopped into the shower with me. I immediately turned my back to him and pushed my ass back into him. He gave me a quick slap and gripped my ass like he always did. I reached back to find his a cock and started stroking him while he fondled my ass. I was in heaven. I needed him again immediately and turned back to him and begged him to fuck me. He smiled and slapped his cock on my ass cheek a few times before he said “you know you’re mine now right?” All I said was “yes I am” and wiggled my ass for him. He was definitely right. I was his and I needed his cock in me. He lined his cock up to my ass and didn’t hesitate, just shoved the whole thing in me. It caught me off guard and I squealed a little. He put one hand on my shoulder and slapped my ass with the other. I moaned for him and grinded my ass back into him. He gripped my hips now with both hands and started to have his way with my ass. I had to put my hand out on the shower wall to avoid him

The Weekend Begins: The water from the shower cascaded over my body, carrying away the last remnants of tension from the week. I scrubbed my skin thoroughly, feeling the soap glide over my hairy chest, the bristles of my trimmed beard grazing my fingers as I worked my way down. My hands lingered on my groin, cupping my hairy cock—6.5 inches, 5" thick, and cut. I couldn't stop thinking about what was waiting for me beyond that bathroom door. My cock twitched, leaking again, dripping down my thigh as I cleaned myself inside and out, making sure I was ready for Leo. As I stepped into the living room, the warm air met my freshly showered skin, and I stood there, completely naked. My cock, no longer fully erect but still a thick semi, bobbed with every movement, the head glistening with precum. I felt it trickle down my shaft, hanging heavily between my hairy thighs. My body, covered in thick hair—my chest, my legs, my ass, and my arms—gleamed in the soft light. I looked every bit the Ab

Weekend Unfolded: The soft light of morning filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room as I stirred awake, cocooned in Leo's strong, hairy arms. His chest hair tickled my back, the musky scent enveloping me like a comforting blanket. I could feel his morning wood pressing against my hole, thick and ready, already leaking precum that slid down the crack of my ass. A thrill of anticipation coursed through me, heightening the ache of blue balls that had built up over the night. I turned slightly, brushing my lips against his shoulder, and felt his body respond to my touch. “Good morning, Leo,” I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. “Morning, baby,” he replied, his deep voice rumbling like a low growl, sending shivers down my spine. His hands slid down my side, teasingly caressing my body before finding my waist, pulling me closer against him. We shared a heated kiss, our tongues dancing as I breathed in his intoxicating scent—musky and raw. I loved the way his