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13 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Reporting from the Burnie Carnival
My heart was thudding with excitement the morning I arrived in Tasmania to cover the Burnie Carnival. I had suggested to my college newspaper, where I wrote the Sports section, that over the winter holiday break, I might to go the Carnival at Burnie and interview Brendan Smith. He was a recent graduate of the University and had gone from winning the Junior Championships straight into pro racing.
Brendan looked like a hot prospect for the next Olympics, as well as sure winner in the Carnival. He was also the sexiest hunk of male meat I have ever laid eyes on. And covering the sports beat, I get to see some real hunks.
Those skintight one-piece spandex bicycling suits leave next to nothing to the imagination. Brendan’s blue shorts lovingly cupped a sizeable package between hard, muscular thighs. Many a fantasy had been constructed around peeling him out of that suit and cupping those big balls and dick in my own warm, sweaty palm.
The track had kindly agreed to extend me press credentials and a pass for the press box. Over the six days of the festival, I came to love the view, directly over the finish line. The blue oceans waves breaking on the horizon seemed strangely silent, as they were drowned out by the cries and roar of the crowd assembled to watch the races.
I wrote what I hoped, were exciting and concise articles covering each day and summarizing the races and results. January 1st, Brendan was competing for the Burnie Wheel. The competition was intense. The former titleholder and Brendan were side by side, pedaling madly for the finish line, yet another contender hot on their heels, a threat should they dare tire or give in to the pain.
By the tiniest margin, Brendan pulled ahead right at the wire. The older, professional pressmen were amused at my enthusiasm as I danced joyfully around the press box before quickly descending to the track. Brendan had promised me an interview after his last race.
I was aware during the entire interview of Brendan’s bright green eyes watchful on me. I couldn’t help but admire his hard, muscular body. His thighs bulged like boulders under the tight suit and my eyes were drawn beyond my control to his crotch. Was it my imagination, or was there a twitch, a swelling, in the cock so clearly defined there?
Brendan looked around and grinned.
“Its very noisy here, all these people, I think we would be far more comfortable in my hotel room. Come on, you can ride with me.”
I gulped and agreed.
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11 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Sexy Bikers Butt
Brian rode his Harley Davidson down the main street in King Cross knowing that he was out to win some one's arse. His day had been a long one, riding from the Blue Mountains into town for fun…
Fun… hell it wasn't fun! Several riders decided that the fun trip was going to turn into a race to the finish. See how many cars they could out manoeuvre the cars. Almost like playing chicken with the traffic…
Well he'd won and now it was time to claim his prize. But first he had to meet up with the riders and down a few beers before he sort out the guy that almost beat him and made him lose his life under a heavy mover.
The dickhead played him to a tee and he didn't like it at all. So now it was time to do some business and then bust his ass until he can't walk let alone ride…
Brian walked into the Blue Oyster and looked around the bar in search of the riders who had come along for the ride. He found them sitting in the far corner of the bar about the same time he recognised an old mate.
They did their old club's secret handshake before they both walked up to the bar to chat in private. A few times they looked across at the group and looked long and hard at the rider who liked to worship the devil and almost cause accidents to happen.
He told his old mate what the rider had done. And it was decided a ride to the finish doesn't mean a ride to the death. A ride to the finish…. Both Brian and his friend looked across at the rider again and admired him for being coy, not trying to look them in the face and obviously trying desperately not to show that he had done wrong.
He broke every rule possible and Brian was simply amazed that this guy could just sit there as if nothing happened.
Brian's old mate, who is a burly lad thumbed his nose and called the loser up to the bar.
"Listen sweet Andy, my mate Brian tells me you like to play chicken on the roads…"
"Well yeah, it's fun to see who can ride the best and not get run down by a truck or car!"
His girlie-fide laugh almost made the burly rider lift him off the floor and throw him onto the pool table but, he bit his tongue and in the back of his mind, he relished the thought of being able to help Brian a little later.
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10 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Fast Cars, Faster Boys
I've always loved automobile racing and every and any form. When I discovered Australian Rally Championships I made it to every race I could from day one, even though I was hardly more than a kid. More than anyone else I admire those passionate Privateers. You know, the guys who have no factory sponsorship. Who dig deep in their own pocket and beg local businesses for sponsorship and buy and equip their own car and race because it's what they love to do.
More than any other, I admire Ian and Patrick Lennox. A pair of brothers who live here in Queensland and drive a Subaru and do remarkably well in the highest classes. And besides, they're cute as hell.
Tall, slender, blond and blue-eyed, ruggedly handsome, they have starred in many a wet dream and sexual fantasy for me. I wonder if they are as lean and muscled under those thick insulated drivers' suits as I imagine…
Caloundra's Rally in Queensland became a completely unforgettable memory for me. Rally racing is probably one of the most accessible sports in the world. You can walk right up before a race, speak to the driver and crew, ask for autographs and it's all very casual.
The race started in the wee hours of the morning. The lights shone off the sleek, clean immaculate little racers. They were sure to not look the same after the race. The Lennox 's brothers pearl blue and cream Subaru gleamed on the starting line.
Very quickly they were out of sight and I ran to my next vantage point, along with a few other eager spectators. The Caloundra rally takes place in a heavily forested area, with narrow gravel and dirt lanes lined with huge, old trees making the track especially dangerous and challenging.
The cars roared around the curve and started over the bumps and dips, catching air like Grand Prix jumpers at Ainstree, bouncing and leaping in a way you could hardly believe possible for an automobile. The Lennox Subaru flew by at a good pace. I could see Patrick clinging to the strap on the door with one hand, his notes in the other, head down in concentration as Ian stared fixedly out the windshield, battling the steering wheel.
Another cut across and I could wait and catch my breath. I sipped from the canteen I carried and nodded at some other brave spectators who had the courage to make it to this spot. It was a fantastic view from an abandoned elevated railroad track.
The cars would come swooping down a sweeping curve from our left, hitting a sharp turn and mud puddle at the bottom of a slope. High as we were in the air, the first car to hit threw up a rooster trail of mud that spattered on my boots as it slid around the curve sideways, tires spinning madly.
A Corolla made a complete donut and stalled facing up the course for a minute that have must have seemed years to the drivers. They got it going and pointed the right way just as I saw the Lennox Subaru crest the rise and start slithering down the slope at speed. I wished the Corolla out of the way.
Luck was on their side as they got straightened out and up to speed before the Lennox brothers caromed down and around the curve. Slung sideways the front tires stuck as if magnetized while the rear churned through the slick mud and they were gone and away.
For me, the show was almost over. I started hiking to my car to drive to the finish line. I was waiting there when the Subaru tore across in fourth place for the day. Fourth is a little further down than the media interviews so for a few precious moments I had the Lennox brothers to myself. I introduced myself as their biggest fan.
Ian cocked his eyebrow. "Oh, ey, is that right?" he asked teasingly.
I thought I must be dreaming. But it certainly sounded as if he was coming on to me. No, that couldn't be true. Could it?
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9 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Beach Wrestling
Amateur wrestling had been buzzing all year with talk that beach wrestling might be added to the Olympics events. Caleb and Brodie, along with other team members and the coach, had even attended an exhibition beach-wrestling event at Trigg beach.
From the outset it was clear there were going to be some subtle differences, due to the difference in surface. Because the sand tends to shift under ones feet, strong wrestlers who can pick up and throw their opponent seem to have an advantage over those who work mostly down on the mat.
Curious and outgoing, and lucky, Caleb invited Brodie to spend the weekend at his dad's house. You see - dear old Dad's house happened to face a bit of private beach. And Dad was off in America on business.
The weekend arrived sunny and bright. Brodie arrived, tan, blond, and brimming with health and energy as college athletes usually are. Caleb met him at the door, grabbed his bags and handed him a drink. It was the weekend and they were planning on a bit of fun.
Both of them were big, bulky boys, wrestling in the two highest weight classes. They used to wrestle in the same class, but Caleb sweated and starved his way down a few kilos so they could both make the team. They were that good, that evenly matched, and that close in their friendship.
Caleb was as dark as Brodie was fair, with black hair and snapping black eyes that gave away that bit of Indian blood a few generations back. Both of them were clean cut and shorthaired, more to keep it clean and make it impossible to "accidentally" grab during a match than from personal choice. They were at a point in their life when every decision was made based on the desire to compete.
Quickly, Brodie changed into his swim trunks, Caleb was already in his, and they raced each other to the beach. Stepping off a circle, they drew a line in the sand and then tossed a coin to see who had to be on the bottom for the referee position start. Caleb lost.
They decided on a best two of three falls and they were ready to go.
They counted to three together and then began. Closely matched in strength, they were quite different in their styles. Caleb was taller, lanky, wiry and quick while Brodie was shorter, stocky with a low base of gravity.
Brodie wrapped his arms around Caleb's body and went for a belly to back *souple right off the bat. Caleb twisted loose and went for a take down, but his foot slid in the sand and he came down on one knee. Brodie reached to pick him up again and was instead arm dragged down and suddenly found himself pinned on his back under Caleb.
"Okay, okay, I give." The bulky blond laughed. Caleb breathed into his face for a moment, teasing, then let him up.
"One, Two, Three-"
The sand flew. Two healthy, hard young bodies thrashed and strained under the sun. This time Brodie managed to lift Caleb into the air and toss him bodily out of the circle. Caleb landed with a thud and rolled to his feet laughing with high spirits.
"Hey, I think it hurts less landing on the sand than it does on a mat!" he commented, brushing sand off his back and shaking it off his trunks.
"One, Two…"
Caleb could not be unaware of Brodie's hard on pressing against his butt as they prepared for the final fall. The sun, the sand, the waves roaring and shushing only a few hundred feet away, and the excitement and physical exertion were having their effect. His dick throbbed against the liner of his trunks. Quickly he slid out from under the slightly heavier blond and whirled to capture and toss him as he had been thrown only a few minutes before.
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7 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
A Lotta Bull
It’s harder than you think – riding bulls. Well, maybe not. And dangerous, too... The cowboys don’t just practice on those bull-riding machines. Those were invented because of the difficulty of creating a situation where they have live bulls to practice on.
It isn’t easy or simple to house a bull, particularly a bucking bull, which is hardly the most placid animal in the world. Bulls, in general, are not especially placid animals.
So there are stock contractors. The Blokes who actually make a living of sorts by housing & caring for the rough bulls (and often bucking horses and roping calves and bulldogging steers and so on) and providing them to rodeos… Tad is one of those guys.
Tad is also gay, though he doesn’t make a big deal out of it. Doesn’t hide it, just doesn’t flaunt it.
Now and then he’ll offer a bull riding clinic, charge a few bucks, and let anyone who needs the practice have a ride or three depending on how many bulls he’s got and how many cowboys show up. Once in awhile, he holds a sort of private clinic, advertised strictly by word of mouth to the gay cowboys. These special clinics turn into half practice, half social event for the gay cowboys and the guys who love them.
In Jay’s case, it was Steve who got him interested. They were sometimes friends, sometimes lovers. Both of them had worked stock stations, and both of them loved athletic competitions of all sorts. So it only made sense when word went around that Tad was having a “special” clinic, Steve called Jay up and talked him into coming. Told him to bring his boots and spurs, too.
They showed up to find 3 other cowboys there, just enough for the 5 bulls Tad had ready for them. Everyone teased and joked with Jay about it being his first time. Of course, he had to be all macho and act unworried. Even when they decided to raise the stakes...
Sure, its only practice, but those bull riders are like that. Everything is a contest, winner take all. Or in this case, winner gets the loser…
Tad took the stopwatch as a disinterested observer and they were off.
The first rider, Josh, was a cowboy who had been competing in pro rodeos for years. But that’s never a guarantee with a bull. Might be the bull’s lucky day – or the cowboy’s unlucky day. He drew the bull PeeWee out of the hat (yep, they wrote all the bulls names on slips of paper and drew for them).
Now you might think a bull named PeeWee wasn’t much to worry about but the truth is sometimes a small bull can turn faster and buck harder and twist right out from under you before you know what’s happening.
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6 Jul 2005 - Cheeky
Cycling for Charity
Cycling for Charity
A few of us guys from the local cycling club were training hard for a charity run, which was to be held a month away. Once work got round what we were doing several guys from other clubs asked if they could join us. After all it was in the name of charity and we wouldn’t say no to anyone. Well except for one guy who thought he was such a smart ass and our trials always seemed to be a contest for him.I’m not a guy who will turn down a challenge though. I love it when people watch me in action and it makes me feel good when people think that I am ok. Last Saturday, this guy… damn the only guy who I didn’t want to show up did at 5am . Of all the luck, he showed up and starting making my life hell.He teased me so much even down to calling me a prissy boy because of my looks. I’m not bragging or anything but I do like to keep my appearance neat and tidy and I work out a hell of a lot… probably more that a lot of other guys.
Jeremy and the other guys in my team called me Lucky cause I was always edging my way to the lead and usually winning and I was quick to find someone when I needed it.
But this guy, Brian was a little different. He was forceful, he kept hounding me, telling me I couldn’t win and he was really getting to me. We were training for a charity race not some Tour de France. This Saturday morning at 5am he turned up to train as well. You’d think he was some Queen of Sheiba the way he carried on. He was always on my case… Anyway I agreed to race him, thinking I was better than him and if I won I got to enjoy the pleasure of his ass.
All I could think about was his ass. I wanted it badly and I wanted to beat him to the finish line.At 5:30am it was kind of misty, the road was a little slippery but we were ready to race. The first person that reaches the Iron Cove Bridge on Victoria Road where the multi-part truss bridge linking Drummoyne to Rozelle is located would be the winner in this race. The loser gives his ass…
I was a little worried because even though I was seen as lucky, no one had ever seen Brian race before. Nervously we raced along the roads, avoided the early morning traffic and with Brian not in sight I thought I had the win in the bag… but from out nowhere Brian came flying past me. He had a look of sheer determination gritted behind clenched teeth, he didn’t look back as he rode into the distance. I desperately tried to catch up to him but he continued on with no hint of him tiring….My heart was doing back flips as I continued my ride. I’m a winner and I never give up.
Brian was waiting for me. His smile lit up his whole face and I knew inside he was grinning from ear to ear. In a little bit of a twist he congratulated me on a good ride before telling me that it just wasn’t good enough. I stammered a little and told him he rode well before asking him what pushed him to make the speeds he was doing.He laughed at me and said he doesn’t give his ass up so easily. But he loves a good cock sucking from some of the best riders in Australia . I took that as an admittance that he was good and he didn’t tell anyone how superb a rider he was. Brian saw the look on my face that said I was sort of disgusted that he had hidden this so well but at the same time he caught me admiring his ass.We rode back to the rooms together. The race had been one and it felt odd that he hadn’t even suggested anything about me giving up my ass to him. Brian and I had somehow become good friends, or so it appeared.Once back at the training rooms I decided a shower was in order. Still nothing was said, he didn’t carry on even after I congratulated him once again. It all seemed too strange but still if he wasn’t game enough to carry through then I wasn’t going to try and change his mind. If he wanted my ass so badly then he could come and get it.With a smirk I headed off to the showers. I’d managed to really get up a sweat and I needed to clear my head and work out how the hell he beat me with such a huge lead. Once inside the locker rooms I stripped down, grabbed my towel and made my way into the shower. It was really odd I could hear someone showering all ready; in fact they felt so at ease that they were whistling while they washed themselves.
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4 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Gold Coast Sky
Jason could hardly contain his excitement. He and Mark had been dating for several weeks and Mark had been promising to take him up for all that time. At last they had found the time and place and Mark would be here to pick him up any minute.
Dressing carefully, Jason kept in mind that Mark had promised him fair weather and no wind. Still, he thought it might be chilly up there in the sky, so he opted for layers. Loose corduroy slacks, pleated to make the most of his narrow waist and hard ass, a nice, tight t-shirt tucked in and then a heavy cotton tailored shirt over all in shades of brown to set off his golden tan and sandy blond hair. The t-shirt, though, was pale blue, to pick up and emphasize the light blue of his eyes. Just like the sky, Mark often said of them. And since Mark loved the sky, Jason took that as a good thing.
One last look in the mirror, a general smoothing and patting and a quick comb through of his collar length hair and he thought he was ready. Just in time as he heard Mark honking out front.
Jason couldn’t help smiling as he galloped down the stairs to Mark’s little sports car. Mark was looking especially dashing today in a black sports coat and slacks with a white button down shirt. The open collar contrasted with his deep tan and a few golden hairs tossed back the pale light from the street lamps. It was Mark’s idea to leave early in the morning and watch the sun rise from the skies.
Leaping into the little white convertible, Jason leaned in for a long, deep kiss. Mark full lips caressed his face as he teased lightly with his tongue, cupping Jason’s face in his warm hands.
“You are going to have such fun today,” he grinned.
Jason smiled until he thought his face might split as Mark revved up and shot out of the parking lot.
They arrived at the golf course just before dawn. As a member, Mark had permission to use it on occasion to fill and launch his hot-air balloon. Jason gasped with awe as they drove up almost to the basket, the beautiful rainbow colored silken fabric towering into the sky.
Mark’s workers greeted them, smiling and cheerful, assuring them that all was well and ready to go. Mark leapt into the basket brimming with confidence and extended a hand to help Jason in. Another worker made a cup of his hands and helped to boost Jason over the side. He landed in Mark arms. Hugging him hard and laughing, they shared a quick kiss before waving at the workers.
The tie downs were released, the burner roared and the huge balloon lifted majestically into the sky. Jason leaned over the side watching the cars in the lot slowly shrink to the size of the Hot Wheels collection he had in 3rd grade. He turned to Mark, heart pounding with excitement and threw his arms around him.
“This is grand!” Jason enthused.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Mark laughed, and then turned so that Jason could look over his shoulder facing the east. A pale golden rim over the blue horizon showed where the sun was preparing to rise. He could hear the ocean breaking over the beach.
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3 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Snow Rogues
It was Benji’s idea. To celebrate Daniels return to the team, sort of welcome him back and cheer him up. They all pitched in and bought Daniel’s ticket, paid for his bit of the hotel and so on, and Benji set up all the arrangements. All they told Daniel was he should leave the weekend free and bring his skis.
Ethan picked him up in the spiffy red convertible and they met the others at the airport. The convertible went home with a maiden aunt, and they boarded a plane to Victoria .
At the Melbourne airport they rented an SUV, and Ethan got to test his navigational skills on the roads of Victoria .
Daniel’s eyes lit up with delight when they pulled through the gates of the Little River Earth Sanctuary. Almost immediately he started babbling on about how he had read about the place, their efforts to restore Australia’s native wildlife by eliminating all the imported animals and plants and creating a preserve with nothing but the native plants and animals, allowing those species who were most threatened by feral cats and other imported species a safe place to thrive again.
Ethan finally got a word in edgewise to explain that they were signed up to participate as volunteers in the four times yearly survey of species. Daniel nearly leaped out of his pants. The moment they were all out of the car he gathered them all in a huge bear hug that left them gasping for breath and even Hawk chuckled and grinned.
On arrival they were treated to a magnificent barbeque. Daniel babbled on about how they served red kangaroo meat in order to raise the ‘roos value in the eyes of the landowners who used to just shoot them and leave their bodies to rot. He didn’t shut up until they were sitting in the orientation class that taught them the description and habits of the species that had been sighted in the reserve, and their instructions for filling out the paperwork and so on to do a proper job of the three-hour survey.
Veteran rogainers that they were, leaning the ropes was easy for them and they set out a little over an hour later for a three-hour walk. Daniel was nearly vibrating with joy and anticipation. He had already told them that most of all he hoped to sight one of the 12 Eastern Quoll recently released as he had never seen one in the wild before.
The walk was punctuated by much “look at that”, “Daniel, look here, whats this thing?” and “Oooo, I’ve never seen one of these trees before” mostly from Daniel and Benji, while Hawk, and Thomas strolled along looking bemused, and Ethan tried to keep up with the paperwork.
Hawk mumbled, “You seem to have an awful lot of different names for…’mouse’”. Thomas chuckled, but, of course, Daniel overheard. Just as he was explaining that while the small marsupials filled a similar ecological niche, but, of course, were not at all rodents because they were marsupials--Benji froze like a bird dog on point.
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2 Jul 2005 - SexGaymes
Slippery When Wet
"Guys, you are nothing but a pair of sissies!"
We'd just finished a heated workout with the whole of wrestling team and he'd picked up that we were wimps when it came to touching each other. We just couldn't do it like the rest of the team.
"Guys you know all the right moves but you move like the female wrestlers do… Actually…. No! They move better than you guys do!"
When it came time to wrestle Sean, my throbbing cock kept telling me that it wanted him and that embarrassed me a little. Finding his cock harder in training when I grabbed it last week whilst wrestling him to the ground was a great turn on but because I felt a little embarrassed I kept my feelings to myself. With us being the only two guys in our weight division it was understandable that Jackson was on our backs.
He stood there with his hands on hips almost demanding an answer but Sean and I were speechless….
"I'm not sure what the fuck is up with you guys but its time you two pussies sorted it out!
"Ok, guys, I've watched some of the video of our training sessions and I think I have discovered what the problem is between you two. Meet me at my place at 6pm sharp!"
When Coach Jackson didn't look up again, we took it that our little meeting was over and we were to report to his home a 6pm sharp. To not be there would mean an end to our future sporting careers, to be there would be interesting if he did have a solution to our problem.
Sean and I arrived at Coach Jackson's home at the same time.
"Do you really think the coach can fix our problem?"
"Not sure. But I think we're about to find out!"
"Come on around the back, guys!"
"Ok, now listen up and listen up good… if you both want to stay on the Western Uni team then what happens here, never really happened!"
Sean and I looked at each other… we were both wondering what the coach was up to.
"Do you understand?"
"Sure coach," we both grumbled… "We understand!"
"Ok guys, strip down I want you guys completely naked!"
This set up felt a little weird but I'd do anything to stay on the team. Quickly looking around the backyard the coach had set up a fake ring with loads of matting and there were weights for a real work out after.
"Guys, listen up! If you guys do exactly as I say, the three of us will come out of this looking pretty good… Now oil up!"
He threw us both a bottle of oil and when we started pouring it over ourselves, he was quick to tell us that we were to oil each other up… We were both a little wary but under the coach's watchful eye we didn't want to cross him…
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