It was a rainy Tuesday evening. Mark Böhm, a young investment banker at J.P. Morgan, just got home from work. A busy Wall Street guy like Mark never makes his own dinner so he decided to order something from one of the restaurants in his neighborhood . That evening he called his favorite Chinese restaurant. He didn't like Chinese food that much though. Absen...
Disclaimer: I might not be the best storyteller, but I'll try at least. This story also involves racism, cheating and a top putting his bottom in panties, so if that's not your thing you shouldn't read. To understand this story, you need to know I've always been a bit gay, though I've tried to hide it and I've been insecure over the effeminate behaviour tha...
Note: This story contains BDSM themes. It was edited by MadamWhitewalker; thank you for your work! Comments are always appreciated! * "Fuck." It wasn't an unusual thought for Bill to have. He bit his lip, staring at the crisp, white envelope he'd just taken out of the mailbox... and threw it in the kitchen bin unopened. He knew exactly what it contained....
I berated myself for weeks thereafter for not having given more thought to what had bothered me about what happened in the lounge at Jacob's ranch. Later my lieutenant, Burton Kahn, repeatedly told me that it worked out for the best that I'd let it slip my mind—and I hadn't even told him what the trying circumstances were that made it fall out of my thinking...
It was a quiet, respectable bar where nothing much ever seemed to happen. That was just the way John liked it, particularly on days like these when he'd had a bellyful of hassle at work and just wanted to have a few glasses of wine before heading for home to watch a film. The background music was a bit cheesy for his tastes, but that was what you got in a p...
Polite notice. This story contains scenes of a sexual nature featuring two or more adult men over 18. These are entirely fictional but with a basis in actual events. Any names of individuals or places have been changed. If you are under the age of 18 or you have objection to reading materials of this kind, leave now. *** Thoughtlessly, I realised, only aft...
It was a hot Saturday night in the summer of 1971 and the bathhouse was throbbing. A guy I knew from school at San Francisco State, had suggested the visit after we'd struck out with a couple of secretaries at Perry's Bar on Union Street. They'd teased us right up until closing time, then given us the slip. We found ourselves on the sidewalk as the bar close...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 12 — The girls come over that night. No one's touching anyone. We're all just lying in the grass looking up at the sky. We all got a little high earlier, but there wasn't much to go around and it's already wearing off. The sunset is fading to dark. Thomas's elderly neighbor still hasn't come back. Ever since h...
It was a hot Saturday night in the summer of 1971 and the bathhouse was throbbing. A guy I knew from school at San Francisco State, had suggested the visit after we'd struck out with a couple of secretaries at Perry's Bar on Union Street. They'd teased us right up until closing time, and then given us the slip. We found ourselves on the sidewalk as the bar c...
"Why are we coming to London?" Christian asked from the side, forming a mist on the cold window where he rested his head. "Because we arranged a meeting over a month ago remember?" he replied softly not taking his eyes off the road. Christian watched as the lights sped passed down the dark roads. It was kind of quiet for this time of night, and the anxiety...