The weekend was approaching fast, and Sean couldn't wait for Sunday. Sunday meant football all day and night, and that was a slice of heaven. The thought made Sean smile because this weekend was the start of the NFL season. Finally! It felt like it took forever to come around. Sean Adams was content to watch to watch the games at home, but the best times we...
"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...
Usual disclaimers, though if you are already browsing stories on this site, you must have an idea what you're getting into by now. ;-) This story contains Male/Male sex and Dominant/Submissive themes, so if this is a problem . . . wave off! This story is fictional story based on a fantasy of mine. While it is fiction, I did use myself and locations I knew...
Hello. Like most bars this one was mostly unforgettable, too many people, too many drunks, too much smoke and noise. But I would always remember this one as the place where I began a long adventure into sexual exploitation and servitude. Just entering the door of this particular bar makes my cock throb in memory and anticipation. It was a usual Friday nigh...
"OK, so tell me what exactly goes on the monthly boat rides?" "Gay sex. Only married guys go. All have had a gay experience in their past and had enjoyed it. Several were gay when they married. Some of the guys have always been bisexual. One guy joined us because he loves getting blowjobs and his wife will not even kiss his cock. He does play with other's...
Thomas felt Sir Alfred jerk and then roll off to the side onto his back and almost immediately go back to sleep, the deed assured by the sound of his snores. The schedule was promising to be the same today as it had been on the first day sailing out of Southampton toward Alexandria. It wasn't much different from the previous several days that Thomas had been...
Based on a true story. I was a teenager working in a photo lab after school and on weekends. The money and the environment was better than fast food, but I didn't work enough or make enough yet to have a car. Usually, I rode my bike to work, but needed repair, because on this particular day, I found myself walking to the bus stop. I had a half-mile walk to...
1. I'll admit I always had an interest in muscularity in men. A friend of mine -- he's a psychologist -- told me that it was natural. He said everyone, whether male or female, straight or gay, is attracted to rounded parts of the body: the breasts, buttocks, and the rounded limbs of the bodybuilder. But none of this explains my interest in penises. And, al...
I had caught the last flight of the day from Miami to Key West. The plane was a small, two-jet prop thirty-four-seater island hopper with cramped headroom and narrow seats. The airport security guy, now all smiles and service, the embarrassment of having had to detain a New York detective needing to be smoothed over, drove me straight out to the plane, so I...
I was certain my queasy and debilitating feeling of frustration would end if I could only lick the trail of hair that descended, from Dusty's belly button, into the top of his jeans. One side of my brain told me to just do it, while, the other side told me I could destroy the friendship we'd enjoyed since starting kindergarten, thirteen years ago. I'd always...