As I was feeling a little tight in my back I decided to check out the local paper for a masseuse, one in particular catching my attention. It said, "men's massage from 9am". The fact it was men's massage made my mind wonder about a happy ending. This thought alone made my desire for male pleasure tingle along my cock as I hurriedly rang him to book in. I wa...
Author's Note: This is not to make light or minimize the clusterfuck that's going on right now. It's just my creative way of coping. If you like it, please let me know in the comments sections, there will be at least one more. ***** It became routine. Ok, so it was weird. But whenever one of us was ready, we would invite each other to what quickly became...
A Hot Gay Quickie at Thee Playhouse Theater in Tampa I left home headed to Tampa and the only thing on my mind was getting a blow job. It had been way too long and I needed some relief tonight! I had been to Thee Playhouse before so I knew that it was a hot, sweaty, sex filled place to go if you wanted to be certain of getting your cock sucked. This was d...
For River it was an incredibly long and stressful week at work, and it wasn't over yet by a long shot. He still needed to sit down and write out a speech for Mr. Donavan. 'Might as well get this done so I have one less thing to worry about. Can't have him looking bad up there now can we?' He set about getting everything ready for his night of writing. Going...
My name is Mike Martin. I'm 21 years old, 5' 8" tall and weigh 127 pounds. I have blue eyes and blonde hair I like to wear long. And I'm gay. I've known I was gay since I was 10 years old. I live in a small town in Missouri with my mother, a single mom. I never met my dad. Mom knows I'm gay, but nobody else does. I've always been too shy to tell any school f...
This happened long ago, but it's still a wonderful conversation starter for the right people. I was in the city on a Friday evening at my favorite bar. The bar was essentially a dive in a sketchy part of town, but I loved it simply because I never failed to get lucky there. The bar catered to the wild side, and I loved it. The first night, my friend had hi...
We all know someone or have heard of someone who has an addiction. Addictions are dangerous, both for the people who are addicted and those who care about them. But what happens when someone's addiction is their only source of joy and it harms no one? Can it really be considered an addiction? By nature, addictions are harmful. Or are they? Can certain addict...
The windows of the house were dark but Brady knew better than to hope Steve was sleeping. He used his key to open the door. He saw the flash of movement just in time to deflect the punch. The smell of beer hit him like a train, pushing away the remnants of Ezra's baby shampoo scented hair. Brady's vision clouded with anger. He was barely aware of the sounds...
(Note: This is a five-chapter novella, which should all post within three weeks of the posting of chapter one) Who could have guessed that the sense of freedom and exhilaration could come in the form of a feeling of calm and of floating above the world and of experience and rejoicing in every moment? I had escaped—escaped Nicosia and the embassy and the Ame...
When Marty did ask me over, I was prepared, although I wondered if the minimalist Speedo I had bought and not yet worn would give too obvious of a signal that I was ready. I had always been curious about that lifestyle, and I couldn't get the images of the other night out of my mind. I had visions of finding Neal there, waiting for me. I think that's what p...