As I walked into the city on the main street, Damrak, leading directly from Amsterdam's central train station, I nervously fingered the folded e-mail I'd been carrying tucked in my wallet for the past month and a half. Damrak changed into Rokin, and at the end of canal off the Amstel River, I made a right onto Heiligeweg. I had thought of this possibility o...
After Anthony had taken me for the first time he started using me – a married, white man, company executive – on a regular basis. I made sure it would happen by making myself available to him on business trips to his town. That Anthony had taken me had a double meaning. One, he took me to my hotel room from a porno video store after we had exchanged blow job...
I love to suck cock and swallow cum. For many years I was afraid to swallow cum for fear of AIDS. Now I figure the world's going down the tubes in a hurry, so what the fuck difference does it make, anyway? When the fever gets in me, I go to the adult theater or the bathhouse to get some dick, and to get my own dick off. Sure, I like getting a blowjob myself...
Last sentence chapter 19... If you don't mind, let me do the talking.. Walking to Fred's house and thinking about the e-mail responses from both Your Schlong and Jackie Gurl, I'm wondering how to handle this situation. We have phone numbers and addresses. Schlong said he'd be more than happy to meet with both of us and to give him a call to set up a day a...
Naked, lying flat on his back in the dim room, Jordan Hamel's breath quickened as gentle fingers, slick with lubricant, caressed his nipples. Soon a hand moved down to his erect, leaking cock and began to stroke it. Jordan gasped as he felt a soft, moist warmth surround the head of his organ. His partner had substituted his expert mouth for the hand. As the...
For two weeks after fleeing Grime's home Rick laid low in a seedy gay-friendly rooming house on Galisteo Street at the fringe of the old Santa Fe plaza area. He had no idea what to do now and was considering starting to look for work in an auto repair shop. None he tried out initially needed help and at two of them he was told, "There aren't many job opening...
This is a sequel to, "Everything happens for a reason-Ch.1." * The sun was shining right in my eyes when I awoke. Ooh, my head...I had WAY too much wine last night. "This was getting to be a habit,'" I thought again for the hundredth time. I focused on the source of the light, and it was the partially closed hotel blackout curtains. Damn those things. No m...
Hello everyone, it's certainly been a while since I last wrote about any experiences, that's because I have not had any to write about until recently, so this is my latest experience, hope you enjoy it. I was moving between chat rooms mostly gay and bi rooms and looking at profiles to see if there was anybody living near me who was up for a meet, but I didn...
This story picks up where the "Sensitivity Training" stories left off, with the same character as narrator. Feel free to read those first, and don't forget to vote and leave some feedback. * Two weeks had passed since my eye opening day spent with the three men who used and abused me to turn me into their gay bitch. There had been no real contact from any...
I was a 50 year old married bi who travelled a lot for business. This was convenient since I would hook up with other men when I was away from home. My failing marriage had finally come to an end. I had an apartment but I was reluctant to have encounters in my home city. I had met Karl, a tall, handsome African-American on line and hooked up with him when I...