All of his friends told Peter Townsend that he was crazy to buy the apartment in Cartagena, Colombia, in the luxury medium-rise building overlooking the ancient harbor, now yacht basin, as his retreat. But it was so convenient for him to sail his boat right up to the building's dock and whisk himself up to his retreat with its heavy security, and Cartagena c...
A group of my straight friends asked me to go to South Africa with them so they could watch the world cup because they knew I had traveled to a number of different countries while they had never been out of the country before. I have to be honest and say that I was not too keen. I'm not crazy about soccer and the thought of being responsible for four drunke...
I lay on my back, naked as the day I was born and feeling like a teenager in the presence of the man who knelt above me. We were sweating profusely in spite of the air conditioner's efforts. It was midday on a Tuesday in August and I was on Alan's bed in the timeshare he owned on the Caribbean island called Saint Maarten. Alan was the most experienced guy I...
This story actually has two different versions: a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the gay version. Mark Jenkins lay back on his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. He was working on the second half of a 25-year sentence for killi...
Ray and Andy were best friends and had been so since grade school. If you had seen a photograph of them when they were nineteen or twenty you would be looking at two of the cutest, hottest twinks you ever saw. When they went out dancing all heads would be turned in their direction and men would compete to take them home. But the years had passed and after m...
When I awoke, still very groggy, I found I was completely naked, with my arms suspended from overhead hooks with chains and my legs spread apart and attached by chains to a stone floor as well. We were in some sort of stone vault. I had what seemed to be a wooden stool supporting me from behind and below so that I didn't drag my arms out of their sockets aga...
It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, and there was nothing to do. I wanted to do only one thing, anyway - I wanted to fuck. I wanted - nay, needed - to fuck someone's brains out, and soon, otherwise I was sure my balls would have burst. I had just gotten back from a long, dull, dutiful spring break with my family; in the middle of suburban New Hampshire,...
It was Saturday afternoon and Gerry was feeling really good. He had just played a hard game of rugby that had got his heart pumping and his muscles working and his team had won. But much more importantly than that he was about to get laid. At half time he had been taking a piss when his team mate Eric came along and stood at the urinal next to his. Gerry gl...
The first time Paul saw men having sex together was one day when he was out walking the dog. He noticed a small crowd gathered in a clearing through the trees and curiosity got the better of him and he moved in closer. What he saw surprised and shocked him. He had thought that perhaps a straight couple were going at it in the centre of the small group, or t...
It had been three years since Greg had last been with a man and he was going a little cock crazy. His cock kept on rising each time he thought about the illicit pleasure he had felt the last time he had stuck his cock in a guy's asshole. Trouble was he was so out of practice, he had no idea how to hustle some ass. The last time it happened by chance, a guy...