My sex life has been pretty bad lately. I've been single for over a year, and even before that, I'd say that at best my sexual prowess would be considered "vanilla" - and that's giving me some credit that I probably don't deserve. Let me give you some back story. I'm a gay man who's doing far less than my dirty mind would like to be doing. Yeah, I've had so...
I'd been with Kevin for a couple of years and every once in a while we'd kind of joke around and talk about how it could be fun to a add a third dude to our mix some night. It never got past the talk stage, tough. But lately I'd been thinking about it more and more. Sex with Kevin was still great but, I had to admit, a certain routine had set in. I thought w...
Note: This story is more humorous than erotic, but I'm sure someone will find it appealing. *** I hadn't been laid in 3 years. Sounds insane? Not really. It's easy enough to find sex as a younger gay man, but when your hairline starts to recede, and you pile on the pounds, the well starts to dry up. Being far below average in the looks department doesn't...
A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK. There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room. In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padde...
As Brad walked down the streets of the Interracial Love section with Kevin, he noticed a black man frozen in place. "Kevin, why is that man not moving?" "Oh, that's what happens when an Author pulls a George R.R. Martin and doesn't update his or her stories in a while." Kevin pointed left. "That way leads to the Anal section. The Maxwell version of 'This W...
"I have a cabin up at Massanutten. Why don't I give the key to that to you and you can go up there this weekend and just sack out?" Reg3 was standing by my desk, having stopped in his periodic soaring through the offices, to notice that I was still in a morose mood. I was taken aback, though, both because he noticed and because he was suggesting that I coul...
"Well, gentlemen, I'm for an after-meal hike on the mountain before this afternoon's short session. All this sitting around in meetings is making me sluggish." Professor Rab Rahmani stood up from the table in the dining room of the InterContinental Davos hotel, his eyes going to the rise of the Rhaetian Alps of Switzerland beyond the walls of the mountain re...
My name is Dick and this is the story of when I ended up in Homo-World, the adventures I had there and how it ended. It started a normal enough day, I woke up, took a shower, brush teeth etc. It was Sunday and I had nothing planned when Love called and asked "Hey, you have anything planned?" "Honey, it's Sunday. The only thing anyone ever plan...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Had he really drunk enough to be this woozy? His head was swimming, the sound of his ears being the rushing of water—real or imagined?—and he was having difficulty distinguishing teak walls from sienna brown curtains on the portholes and from separating his tremors from the slow bobbing of the yacht. Why, in this state of confusion, could he feel every lusci...