I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn't play; he'd sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living...
I wrote about my ultimate sexual experience before, when I was soaked in cum in a porn theater, then arrested and gangraped in jail. I got positive feedback, so I thought I would write about an earlier experience. Like my last story, this is 100% true. I got concert tickets to see an amazing show in one of the hottest music venues in my city. It was a ver...
It was a warm Saturday in July and I had a full day planned. After running the usual weekend errands, I would meet my sister at the park district's soccer field to watch my 9 year old nephew, and his team, play in a regional finals game. In the evening I was going downtown with a couple of my friends. We had concert tickets to see Garth Brooks. I personally...
It was just the usual dull bus journey to work for Kieron, who had recently begun work after leaving school. However, things livened up after about two miles. A quite superb looking West Indian got on the bus. He was tall -- about 6' 3" - , slim, in his twenties, and with the physique of an Olympic rower. He was also very handsome, with a pleasant face and c...
Jude had gotten through the second set at The Spot in Chelsea the same way he had gotten through all of Logjam's concerts in the last two decades—riding a high on the music, the roar of the crowd, beer, and poppers. If the proportion of beer and poppers had been relentlessly creeping up over the last fifteen years, it had been too gradual for Jude to notice...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
February 6th, 2014. The day of the O2 concert had finally come. On the previous night, it had been bloody hard to find sleep. We hadn't had sex, but we had cuddled and talked a lot, trying to make sure everything would be perfect, down to the littlest details. We knew there would always be things we wouldn't be able to control during the show, which was fine...
I met him at a cocktail party in Baton Rouge. The celebrated southern author of those heavily nuanced gothic novels of lust, decadence, old family decay, and the hint of the occult and vampires. I'd never been able to finish one of his novels; they were much too dense and overrich in description for me. But Philippe Controu himself I found to be a surprise....
Luke had continued to correspond with Randy. About six months after their first meeting, Luke and a couple friends were going back to Randy's city for a concert. Luke told randy he would text when they arrived and if possible would try and get away for a few hours. After arriving and checking into their hotel, Luke texted randy and they agreed to meet in the...
Kass stared at the door, eyes wide, in total disbelief. Sean and Zach stopped the music when they realized that Kass wasn't playing along. They caught his gaze and their eyes veered towards the door. "Unbelievable." Sean hissed under his breath, his eyes narrowing into two thin slits. "Hello Boys." Mickey gave a sort of playful salute as he descended the s...