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FUX CLUB Presents: JAM's Classics: C.E.D.


It had been months since Chuck last went to a club even longer since he went on a date. Well there was the date with Lawton the lawyer but he didn't count that as a date considering he did all he could to erase the memory from his mind. Dude showed up drunk and flirted with others patrons in the restaurant when the lady flirted back he announced a little to loudly that he was gay.

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The alarm clock blaring its 5:30 a.m. wake-up call rips me out of my sleep. In a hurry I rummage through the night stand for my pen and pad I keep nearby along with the usual condoms, lube, and sexual aids. The room is still dark since the blinds and heavy curtain made certain that any late night partying wouldn’t be interrupted by the rising sun.

Finally fingering the items I was searching for was a pen, college ruled notepad with the words “Dream Journal” on the front cover, and with eyes barely open I begin to quickly thumb through the pages to the last entry. Judging from the date of the last entry it’s been quite some time since I last wrote in its pages. What started out as an 8th grade exercise has evolved into my own personal “red shoe diaries”.

Finally reaching the last entry and first blank page I began to scribble down what I could remember about one of the most vivid wet dreams I’ve had since 8th grade. I could feel my hands becoming sweaty as I tried to remember every detail of the dream. With each formation of the letters they connected to form words and then sentences. I could feel my erection pulse between my legs.

The words began to mount forming paragraphs that had my hands so sweaty that the pages began to get soaked. I dared not stop writing because with each passing moment the dream itself began to fade from memory. I wrote and wrote and wrote for what seemed to be six pages of run on sentences. It wasn’t til I glanced over at the alarm clock that I noticed I spent more than 50 minutes writing.


I couldn’t believe how much time I spent writing and frantically jump up to run to the bath room to shower for work. As I made my way to the bath room I passed the bedroom mirror and in it's reflection I saw my raging erection dancing to my heartbeat. Normally, such a sight wouldn’t have caused a second look, however with the dream I had been abruptly torn from wasn’t one of my usual dreams. I found myself mesmerized by my dancing member. The beads of sweat that covered my hands now began to form on my forehead and chest.

“DAMN…” I sighed.

I sat back down on the edge of my bed overcome with the sight in the mirror. I found my hand automatically reaching for my pulsating dick and using the sweat as lube I reached for my journal. I began to read aloud the pages and like a movie, the dream replayed in my mind.

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It is summer 1976, and tonight is my first night out alone in the big city.

Coming from a small town in a small state in a small part of the country, I'd heard stories about the forwardness of the men in the gym I coincidentally purchased a membership (ok, maybe not a coincidence)for. I would stroll in about two a.m. and plan my full body work out for the next two hours without having touched a single dumbbell.

My attention is focused on the men's locker room, in particular the showers that seem to have a steady flow of the most chocolate brothers I have ever seen gathered in one place without the police and riot gear.
"I am in heaven" I think to myself as I continue to eye the entry to the locker room.

Fear seems to have welded my feet firmly to my position and the weight I've been holding as a prop to my hand. Suddenly, there is a voice over the P.A. system.

"attention members, the gym will be closing for one hour clean up and maintenance. We ask that all members use this remaining time to finish all activities".

"how long have I been standing here"? I look down at my watch in shock
The entrance to the locker room area suddenly bursts with activity. I look for an opening in the stream of brothers heading towards the entrance and casually slipped in line behind this perfectly sculpted black back. The beads of sweat were clearly visible evidence of his time spent here at the gym and of all the guys in line for the shower; HE was the one I wanted.

It is summer 1976, and I am the hunter!

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