We live in these little cardboard boxes. Flats they're called. Cardboard coffins I call them. We call them. We can hear everything that goes on in this flea palace. So can the fleas. They can here Jimmy'meboy and they can hear the git upstairs, and the old poofs over cross the way. And it smells in here all over the East End. And we pretend we love in this s...
After two years in the male-male paradise of Bangkok, a short assignment to Okinawa, Japan, seemed, for most of my tour, like entering a monastery. I was supposed to rotate directly back to the States with my SR71 supersonic photoreconnaissance unit, but the North Koreans were acting up on the DMZ, and the government wanted an intense look-see at whether or...
My name is Cole ever so recently I ran away from home and moved in with my friend Jacob. I'm 18 and have short dirty blond hair, green eyes, 5'8", with a cock that is close to 7 and a 1/2 inches long and, I have a six pack. My sexual orientation well lets just say I thought I was straight. So, I ran away from home because I just couldn't take living there a...
I live in Manhattan, in the heart of New York City. Well, almost the heart. I live on the Upper West Side, a fancy area, but I could only afford a small apartment there. Still, it costs a fortune each month in rent, but it's conveniently located, as it's near everything. Plus, I don't have to own a car. I can take the bus or the subway (or in a pinch, a taxi...
My name is Ashley. I just turned 30. This is my story of my life from age 28. I first met Steven in a gay bathhouse. I was exploring my bisexual side and had recently lost my anal virginity (painfully!) and given my first few blowjobs. I had started with giving simple hand jobs to other guys and eventually progressed in man to man experience. I soon found o...
Jimmy stopped in the middle of tomorrow. He was in his 18th summer. He had never been here before and like all strangers in a strange land, he stopped to get his breath back. Maybe tomorrow was kinder than today. It seemed the same, though. Magnets like food and air and breath and the need to see his bones knitted together in the same way, as yesterday had s...
I knelt on the floor before him, naked. His pants were open, his cock was full but not hard. I scooped up his balls in my right hand, his cock in my left and ran my tongue under the velvet head. I slipped it into my mouth, sucking a little, lapping a little. How had I gotten here? I was in the mega bookstore and the books about sex were just around the corn...
My friendship with Vince went back quite a ways. The events I reveal here happened over twenty years ago. He was around sixty-three. I was approaching sixty. He often came over to my apartment. Neither of us were married at the time and we spent many a night drinking Chianti talking and solving the serious problems of the world. At that time, I owned a few...
He had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. "Shit!" he said, quickly toweling dry and wrapping the wet towel around his waist. He wasn't expecting his brother to arrive until noon, it was only 10 am. The stupid son of a bitch could have at least called to say he would be early! He walked to the door, intending to give his brother an earful....
Two Thursdays ago, I'd almost been fucked, the thought intriguing me since. The man whose sexy cock I'd sucked off after much mutual delight said, among a number of things, he was a regular Thursday visitor. Meaning that for the first time in my years of enjoying anonymous gay sex, I was actually hoping to meet a man. Not that an actual date had been fixed,...