Wednesdays have turned out to be the perfect weekday to visit the local bathhouse. Every other week, that afternoon is free, and my routine from entry to undressing to drinking a beer to heading up or downstairs takes maybe 10 minutes. Meaning that by 3:15pm or 3:30pm or so, I am among other naked men in the steambath, or watching gay porn. The last couple...
It's a hot Saturday afternoon and I'm driving home from work. Just past the train station I see a kid hitch-hiking. I recognise him. It's Kirk, a boy who was on the local under-15 basketball team when I was assistant coach a few years back. He must be 18 or 19 now. He looks a bit like one of those skater types – long blond hair under a baseball cap, shapeles...
I didn't have to wait for long until Ben to came over again. Two days later there was at the front door looking a bit fidgety and nervous. He was wearing a T-shirt and loose fitting board shorts that weren't completely hiding his thick, erect cock. "Would you like something to drink," I asked as we walked down to the lounge room. "Yes thanks", replied Be...
*This is a work of fiction, really a fantasy of how I would envision my first time.* *All characters are over 18* I turned the shower on but before getting in I turned and looked myself over in the mirror. There was cum everywhere, in my hair, on my face, chest, and crotch. Looking back in the mirror I smiled at how good I felt. This felt so right. Then Dr...
As I was falling asleep, I realized that the egg and the plug were still inside me. Terri must have put the plug back in after fucking me. I wonder where the remote for the egg is. Oh well off to sleep. I was dreaming, I could feel soft hands on my back and running over my panty clad backside. Then I realized that it was not a dream. A pair of delicate hands...
There was hermit on the island that lived in his cabin on a hill. He to wore the traditional loincloth and enjoyed the island's ministrations. His name is Matt and this morning he was eating his breakfast of cereal and juice, his usual breakfast, outside of his cabin. He did this to enjoy the sunshine and sea breeze that would come up his mountain. He did no...
I'm in Room 535. Hurry! he texted. Mitch set the door slightly ajar. He was waiting and pacing in the hotel room, waiting and pacing. He closed the curtains, turned out the lights, and checked the door. Still open a crack. Waiting for his Sweet Boy, Robbie, in the dark. The door opened slightly, sending a shaft of light into the room. "Dad? Are you there?...
We never know what we are going to do on Saturdays. Now that the kids are gone, we don't have to spend time carting them around or at their ball games. I'm a little sad about that, and yet I don't miss the stress of going from place to place. On this particular Saturday, my wife and her sisters were going to the Big City to shop, and they won't be home unt...
Even though he was late - the knock on the door startled me and jolted me out of my thoughts. I'd been thinking (not for the first time) that having our meeting on Friday afternoons was not a wise idea. I'd had the hots for him since I first saw him - but my "Gaydar" isn't great at the best of times. Made worse by the fact that while I masturbate every week...
The Sunday session is tradition in Australia. After two days of relaxation the young and the young at heart head for their favourite watering-hole to cap off the weekend before returning to the grind of the working week. I was in town on business for a couple of weeks, I'd come alone leaving Caz, my wife 1 600 Km away. My usual outlet for my excess sexual ur...