At the next day's evening practice, the last one before the state meet, Coach Holmes walked along the pool deck and over to my lane. He had a stopwatch around his neck, which was nicely buoyed by his hard chest. Once again he was clad in another speedo, this time electric blue, with a bit of a sheen on it. It neatly encased his perfectly shaped ass and accen...
Well, after much thought, I decided that I'd actually finish this story. I wasn't going to after the feedback I received on part 1, but as a writer, I could not leave the story unfinished. So after completing this series, it will be my final entry/attempt into the M/M world. Good reading to all of you. S.J. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ When Saturday rolled aroun...
Club Orlando looked nice enough from the outside. On a quiet side street, a short drive from my hotel near the airport, the name and the building suggested a sports club, not the bath house that it is. From time to time, intermixed with a much larger library of gay fantasies, I'd imagined what it would be like to visit a bath house. My attraction to men ha...
I went back to my hometown to visit my parents recently. In the past my wife always joined me on these trips, but between work and various social engagements she didn't have as much time as she used to. It didn't feel strange packing for one, or flying alone, or even taking a cab by myself from the airport to my parents house. I only felt the difference lat...
This had been a church once, although to what god Aiden wasn't sure. The roof was shot through with years of abandon and months of shelling. It was night outside, but there was a strange orange glow that passed through the gaps in the roof and provided just enough light for the statues to loom out of deeper shadows, hands outstretched. Aiden wanted to just g...
Go through downtown in any major city and you see them, those glass boxes. They are the modern cathedrals to capitalism where investment banks, law firms, corporate headquarters and the like tower over the rest of their respective communities, lording their strength and influence. Interesting that they are called glass boxes since one ordinarily associates g...
Author's Note: A tale of forced play and realization fantasy for joeys-game. I hope you enjoy this story that was written for him. ~ Red The rain splattered against the pane of glass that shielded the young man from its cold touch. Joey listened quietly. His heart pounding in his chest. His fingers worked at a knot he couldn't release. The beat of his hear...
My first submission to Literotica, this is a fictionalized account of some of our fantasies. Please vote and send me your positive suggestions. Poor Chuck. He's so nervous sometimes. He has no idea how good-looking and sexy he is and he's always afraid people won't like him. But those people who don't desire his body enjoy his mind. He's one of those genuin...
I'd come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I'd rented on Savannah's Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the "big" room, a twelve...
The night has gone quite splendidly. I am up forty bucks from our weekly poker get together. There's forty bucks my wife June, will never know about. Maybe I'll even tell her I lost twenty. It's not that there's a problem, It's just nice to have some playing around money. As I gather the stinking ashtrays flowing over with cigar and cigarette buts, stick my...