This is a story about a trip to the strip club that took an unexpected turn and ended up being one of the hottest sexual experiences I have ever had. I'm bi and occasionally go by myself to the strip club to relax, have a few beers and enjoy watching the sexy women. Usually days like this end up with me jerking off when I get home. On this particular visit...
Felix Frederichs stood in the shadows of the station shed in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Lorton, Virginia, on the last day of October, trench coat collar pulled up to cover his sallow cheeks, dark sunglasses on his face, directing the young Martin Mayer here and there in getting squared away for their overnight Amtrak Autotrain trip down the East Coast t...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
After practice for that night's performance and a shower, with Trent walking somewhat gingerly after his fantasy night at the Brazilian's command—the walk a bit wavering even though the ship was now steadily docked at the Nassau cruise line pier—Trent found himself gravitating back to the Schooner Bar for the prenoon jazz set of Dean and Buzz. By all rights...
A pocket-palladium, the Monde Elegante nightclub was the premier show club in the city. Also one of the oldest. The neighborhood when it was built was a genteel part of town occupied by the comfortably well off. Passing years had changed the demographics and the median income of the area, and the Monde Elegante had deteriorated, too. The building could use a...
Chapter Twenty-One - Hooked Heathcliff had to give it to Michael. The man had good advice, even if he was bad at following the same principles when he was personally involved. So, inviting him to have lunch and hang out at one of their favorite places was what he had in mind. "So, how are things in your corner of the universe?" Michael smiled the moment he...
"Just settle down and stop pushing at me, Danny. I'm in now." He wasn't in as far as he was going to get, I was soon to learn. The pain was excruciating, not least because it was so strange compared to anything I'd experienced before. But I'd been assured that it would lessen and that, eventually, I usually wouldn't notice it much at all—not compared with t...
I walked slowly up 42nd street toward Time Square. My eyes scanned the crowd, always alert, looking for the muggers and pick pockets that had become common place since the late sixties. The sound of a Marathon Checker Cab was followed by the familiar holler of the cabbie yelling at a drunk pedestrian as he stumbled off the curb and into the slow moving traff...
Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan's upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and...
"And I don't believe there's any place like Bar Harbor in the late summer. There's a beach just below my family cottage there where some of the hottest men come that time of the year. You'd fit in very well there. So, we really must . . ." Tim was looking out on the street from where he and Howard were sitting at the sidewalk café on Wisconsin Avenue. There...