I am sorry for the delay in posting chapter 5, life and writers block got in the way. * Normally when I wake up I need to take a pee. But this morning it felt like I needed to take a dump. That feeling woke me up with a start as I recalled my ass was full of butt plug. Then the memories came flooding back. Instantly my heart starting beating faster, my che...
This is the story of how a whole bunch of locals, almost all of whom were over 60, found ourselves renovated, refreshed, rejuvenated and freshly horny. Oh we weren't all physically transported back in time and neither were we truly rejuvenated but we certainly had years knocked off our mental ages and years added onto our sex lives too! I'm not entirely cer...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
Waves of propulsive energy roll across the wide concrete floor of the Noise Factory, as high above the crowd manic magnetic DJs spin out one seductive dance tune after another, drawing to their feet an army of the young and beautiful who spin and grind and vibrate as if their lives depended on it. It is another Saturday night in one of the hottest clubs in L...
Dear Readers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy reading this. It is truly a love story, so please hunker down and strap yourself in for some serious reading. For those of you who just like a quick romp, I'd like to apologize in advance and advise that maybe you try something new. It is always a joy for me to be able to express myself through my stories and an...
[For an earlier story in the NYPD vice detective Mike Kavanagh series, see "Inevitable Case."] Mike Kavanagh stood at the French balcony window of his "seen better times" hotel on Canal Street, looking at the festival parade units forming below him, and then beyond to the western edge of the French Quarter. He was lucky to have found a residence hotel this...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
My name is Nathaniel Baxter. Nathan, I go by. I'm 18 years old and in my first semester at the local community college. I have a twin sister, Nicole. Nicole is 15 minutes older than me, and she definitely plays up the big sister role. I was going to a party with Nicole and her boyfriend, Eric. I had just got out of the shower and I finished getting dressed....
Prologue Many of you reading this may not be familiar with an organisation called The International Federation of Naked Bodybuilders or IFNB for short. Well as this story concerns men who are associated with the IFNB, might I suggest that you familiarise yourself with the activities of this, I suspect, fictive organisation, by logging-on to its blog? The ad...
"Is he dead? He looks dead." "No, I just checked, he's still alive." Avery felt something hard nudge his side, right in his ribs. He grimaced, and tried to force his eyes open but couldn't. His entire body was wracked with pain. He couldn't move. His head was aching with such piercing pain; it felt as though it had been split open. 'Maybe I'm dying.' He...