NewMeat, New Meat Belonged by D One
Cliff was thrilled. He had been attending the school for awhile. And he had interacted with classmates, but there wasn’t a regular clique or group he could call friends.
There were a few fraternities, but he didn’t try to join any. They just weren’t appealing.
What is gay sex like?, Friendship by preecherdave
“Damn, damn, damn, why is this code not working.” Whoops, I must have muttered that out loud; hope not too loudly. I fiddled with it. I went to various areas of my program. Finally, I just sat and stared into space, thinking hard about why this damn code was conflicting with other code.
“David. David! David, are you there?” I heard James’ voice off in the distance. “You must be having trouble with your coding, having an out of body experience or having a sex daydream!”
Slowly, I came out of my trance like state.
Blowing Straight Lee by SykQuinn.
I was in my early thirties when I first met Lee. He was eighteen and applied for a job at the warehouse that I managed. Lee had dropped out of high school and was not too bright, but very cute. He was a short lad, about 5′ 7″ with a very solid, slim, athletic build. He had short cropped brown hair that he was always rubbing when he spoke. He had cute blue eyes and a nice smooth face with few teenaged bum fluff mustache. He had very white teeth and a small pug nose. When he smiled he looked like an angel, but I soon learned that Lee was far from an angel.
I have to admit that a kid with the looks of Lee will influence me in the hiring process and he was soon working in the warehouse unloading trucks and checking in the new orders. I try to act straight at work, but the employees usually figure out that I am queer as I am not married and never mention girls either. Lee was a below average employee, kind of slow, and often late in the morning. I would see the red blurry eyes and know when he came to work stoned on pot too. I could have fired him but I did enjoy having him around…
Fact or Fiction? by sheerturbo.
It was Saturday morning and I rode my BMW motorcycle down the M3 to see him. It was an invigorating ride, dressed as I was in my one- piece leathers, boots, gloves and graphite coloured full-faced crash helmet with the mirrored visor hiding my face, and heightened by the rubber catsuit I was wearing under that, and the metal butt plug sealed in by the rubber suit.
He was expecting me, but not in the way I intended. We had been chatting on-line for some time and he had suggested that we meet at a convenient pub. That meeting went well, and we arranged to meet again. During one of our on-line chats he invited me down to spend the day. He had also mentioned one of his fantasies. So here I am, having arrived at the block where his flat is, I pause as I climb the stairs, I remove my helmet and put on a full rubber hood, zipping it up and tucking the bottom into my catsuit. I smooth out the wrinkles and replace my crash helmet. Outside his front door I pull the visor down and ring the bell, I can only hear the muffled sounds of someone coming to the door, it opens and he stands there, his mouth drops open in surprise and his heart skips a beat, I step in before he can close the door on me. He is dressed as arranged in a well-polished rubber catsuit, which covers all of him except his head, I lift my visor and the full realisation of what is to happen hits him. Before he can react further I tell him to put on some strong shoes and the motorcycle gear I have brought for him. It,s not leather, because he said he doesn’t like that. He starts to question me but I tell him to be quiet and do as he is told. Before we leave he puts on his full tight fitting rubber hood, and I put some leather wrist cuffs on him, they have , rings for later use…
Tyler McGraw by Billy Nakasaki.
He was born to a blue collar family on the wrong side of Dallas. His great granddaddy, granddaddy, uncles, several aunts, and daddy all drove rigs for a living. He was destined for the life of a trucker. He drove his daddy’s Jimmy (GMC class 8 truck) for the first time when he was thirteen. By the time he turned eighteen he could drive a rig like an old hand. But, by then the laws had changed and he had to wait, until he turned twenty-one to drive out of state. So, he drove for an intra Texas firm. He met an oil rich North Dallas girl and got married. When he could finally drive interstate he got picked up by Werner Express. He would be gone for four to six weeks at a time
The new Werner Blue Freightliner FLD 120 was kicking up a large cloud of dust, as it flew across the hot Texas prairie. Behind the wheel is a young man with long blond mullet tucked under a brown Rodeo King cowboy hat. His piercing blue eyes scan the horizon and mirrors looking for trouble. His right bulging arm releases the knob of the shifter and caresses his lightly sweating forehead. He thinks to himself that it’s a much better truck than the Peterbilt cabovers the company is replacing. He starts to think about home. Dallas is only two hours away and his tight Levi jeans are bulging. Tyler McGraw rubs his crotch in anticipation as he thinks of his beautiful wife. He’s been running hard as fuck, since Baltimore, MD just to git to see her again. She doesn’t know that Tyler’s three days early and horny as hell…