Chapter Fifteen -- The Chicken or the Egg The first month or two of living together has brought with it a series of challenges wherein compromise, patience, humor and understanding for both Adam and I have been tested at times to the limit. Adam has been used to being on his own for more than five years and I know there have been times when I have frustrate...
While living on the island of Cyprus, I developed quite a taste for young Turkish men. If you could get a good-looking, well-constructed Turkish guy before he got too far into his forties, you could almost guarantee you'd have something forceful, vigorous, straightforward, and good natured to play with. You also, quite often, would have a guy with a pretty h...
The August heat was getting to him, so was his loneliness. Throwing on a t-shirt and grabbing his running shoes, Jay closed the sliding door behind him. Starting down the familiar pathway he admired the sun as it began to set. He loved his evening walks, the same route every night didn't bother him, in fact he enjoyed the routine. Now however, he walked alo...
The pressure I felt on the back of my head gave me enormous satisfaction. I would have smiled but my mouth was full. Full of him. And he was eager for more of him to be in my mouth. Relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose, I spread my lips further around his girth. I heard the sound I longed to hear: A whiney sigh that came from deep inside him. More...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...
One of the more dramatic encounters I have ever had was at a gay bathhouse. I only went once, but it changed the way I think of myself sexually. It was about 20 years ago, so I was about 40, and in decent shape, and the love of my life had moved away and married someone else, so I was at loose ends, and I did what was easy, instead of what was right. But you...
The summer before my freshman year of college I went to stay with my dad's old friend Ken for two and a half months. I was enrolled in a summer class, but my parents couldn't really afford housing for me outside of the regular semester. Luckily, Ken lived 20 minutes from campus, lived alone, and had room in his condo to spare. It was the perfect set up....
It was a cold drizzly night at the cabin. I stood out on the porch watching the rain fall over the lake with my friend Marco. It was about midnight, and we were the last ones up. My three friends and I had come up here for the weekend to enjoy the last of the summer weather, but the weather had different plans. Tired from the long journey up, three of my oth...
I had finished a week long ticket out of the Employment Office's day labor office, which was five consecutive ten hour days of construction clean-up at ten dollars an hour. The three hundred fifty dollars I was paid at the end of the week would pay off the remainder of my rent for the month with plenty of money left over. For the first time in weeks, I was f...
This is a semi-autobiographical story, taking place in the middle 1970s. I hope readers find it as exciting as I did to write it. Please respond with comments. * I was driving home one night long ago, and decided to stop in a magazine store that was open late. I was hoping to buy a Penthouse magazine I think. The girlie magazines were in the back of the st...