It was more late than usual when I finished my nightly workout, it had been a long day and there was a little more tension around the office than usual. I lurched down to the change rooms, my muscles yearning to be rested. As I approached my locker I peeled my clothes off of my tired body and threw them into a heap on the floor. There didn’t seem to be anyon...
The bar had closed at two a.m. With six-pack in hand, I was in search of an after-hours gathering. As I drove down Railroad Avenue, I saw a figure in the darkness, leaning against an abandoned building. He was not alone. The closer I got, I saw that a second man knelt in front of him. As I passed directly in front of them, I recognized the man who stood in...
Hey everyone, I'm bi and this is my first man-on-man story. It is based on a bit of real experience and a lot of fantasy about that. It is part one of what I hope will be a multi-part series. Let me know what you all think. Obviously, this is a story that involves man on man action. If you are under the age of eighteen, or if this is illegal for you to vie...
I had to take a piss, and soon, or I probably wouldn't have thought to stop at the hospital to make use of their public facilities. I had been trying to get out on a day labor job, but traffic was slow and those who were looking for manual labor chose to take the illegal immigrants because they figured they could get away with paying them lower wages. I wa...
I am a happily married 38 year old man. Up until last year I had never even thought about another man in a sexual way. I love looking at girls and love seeing them in there nude state. We have a nudist beach in Cape Town called sandy bay. I went there one Friday afternoon without my wife knowing to perv at the naked girls on the beach. It was quite and the...
"This isn't something I usually do. I can't believe I'm doing this." "Same here," I answered as the young man let me lead him off of the trail that wound through the woods of the State Park, and although I had no idea whether my new-found friend was telling me the truth or not, I had been. I didn't do this sort of thing usually, at least not since I was hi...
I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area of an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of...
By Jason Land CHAPTER 1 The room echoed with the inimitable sound of a well applied cane mating with a pair of well muscled buttocks. Valerius Titus Nero was in process of correcting an errant slave and the final stroke of the switch he was using left the tenth livid furrow across the recipients arse. "Stay exactly where you are, bent across that table...
This is a homoerotic story set in an imaginary sultanate called Ras al Shahar located in the south of the Arabian Peninsula. The time is the late ninth century AD and the story starts in the year 870, some three hundred years after the birth of Mohammed, the Prophet of Islam. The place and characters are entirely a figment of the author's imagination whose o...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. I surveyed the chamber for the upcomi...