We pick up our jackets form the Bike Stop coat check, banter with the attendant who reaches out and tugs my nipples hard, then head for the door. As we pass the main floor bar a tall, muscled boy in leather chaps and harness reaches out and gropes me, smiling at Sir, who smiles back. Taking that as an invitation he grabs my collar and slides his tongue into...
Beverly waits until our second drink to say, "Lee, you said you wanted to talk, what is on your mind." I trust Beverly she is my closest friend. We lived together for a couple of years, then broke up last year in 1974, deciding we like being friends more than being a couple. Occasionally, if the sexual energy is right, we have a sexual interlude. Taking a t...
Apologies to all. I am working right now and I have no idea how fast I can write. Please bear with me. I have already submitted Ch. 03 but it seems tied up in review so I have no idea when it will be released. This is good on its own although its real utility will be seen soon. And yes, the names are correct, no typos =) I slumped into my window seat a...
As I walked briskly down the side street, my heart was racing. "What have I let myself in for?" I thought. "Should I just turn around and go home?" My palms were sweating and I almost had butterflies in my stomach. There it was, the sauna. As a predominantly straight man, I always thought that saunas were for relaxing and detoxing!! But then I discovered th...
It was a hot Saturday night in the summer of 1971 and the bathhouse was throbbing. A guy I knew from school at San Francisco State, had suggested the visit after we'd struck out with a couple of secretaries at Perry's Bar on Union Street. They'd teased us right up until closing time, and then given us the slip. We found ourselves on the sidewalk as the bar c...
The journey from Christchurch to Mitre Square is less than a mile as the crow flies. One lies within the deepest darkest parts of East London seething with the concentrated masses of a dozen immigrant populaces the other in the sanctified marble and sandstone porticoes of the great City of London itself. Holmes knew these Streets as well as any man alive and...
One day last month David's wife was out of town on a business trip for several days and he took advantage of the opportunity to visit a gay bath house in a neighboring city. He knows the rules for patrons so he showered and shaved before leaving. Driving there was routine although rather time-consuming. After paying his fee at the door, David was issued a ke...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex.) ***** CHAPTER 7 Since their session at the sex club, Erik hadn't reached out to Kurt. For over a year now, it was mostly Erik who came back to him spontaneously. Kurt had enjoyed to see each of his new de...
I stepped out of the dark cubicle room, wrapped in a heavy cotton towel, and made my way through the dimly lit hallways that wound between the cubical-sized rooms that were all like my own 8-hour rental. The Club was one of two bathhouses in the Midwest college town that I'd recently taken up residence in. I had recently completed my degree in education and...
Dusk was upon me as I pulled into the campground and set up my tent. I had made an early start from back East, changed planes, then drove a hundred miles north and a few thousand feet higher to reach the park. I was wiped out but I had promised myself I would keep my brand new sleeping bag clean for my girlfriend joining me this weekend: no spooge stains on...