Our names are Charles and Tom this is our story of our weekend away with the boys to Amsterdam; it all started with our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester without wife's or girlfriends; it was our night, free of ties. We were having a heated discussion about nothing of importance, as one does on Friday nights. This time was what we wou...
At the buffet breakfast the next morning in the Ambrosia Restaurant, Tiho was moving around a bit more gingerly and with a little less of the playful buoyancy and bounce that he had the night before, but he was still making an effort to play the role of everyone's favorite leprechaun. No doubt this was a studied role that won him extra tips at the end of the...
Jacopo needed allies. People on his side. Nothing was going to work if he didn't have some help. His contact with people was very limited. Besides Horst, John and Andreas were two of the very few people with which he had contact. Andreas was with him almost of the time unless there were other prisoners working around him. Andreas liked to run around and bar...
Finally. A hotel in which I had a top level awards membership and guaranteed a room. It almost didn't matter after driving over three hundred miles in this nasty rain with near hurricane conditions that had closed roads and forced everyone inside. I had to find somewhere to stop and the last dozen hotels began to convince me that I'd be sleeping in my car....
This is a continuation of my previous story. I was at the dentist and a previous lover was in the waiting room, it had been an intense relationship. I was married but gay and he was divorced and bisexual. We had regular contact in the workplace although we were not always at the same location. He was in charge of a group of sub-contractors implementing wor...
My name is Charles and this is my story of my first visit to Amsterdam; it all started with our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester without wife's or girlfriends; it was our night. Free of ties. We were having a heated discussion about nothing of importance, as one does on Friday nights. This time was what we would do if we could get aw...
I can't fucking believe I'm doing this. There are twelve guys in the next room waiting to fuck me. I have all but the last 3" of a double ended 18" dildo in my ass. I am lubing up again before I go out there in the living room. I can barely walk with this thing in me. I've never done anything like this before. I don't think of myself as gay, but I discover...
Those last few minutes before we left my room at the B&B were moments of sheer comedy. Barry, the big rugby player with whom I had offered to share my room, had just put an end to my virginity after I had come out of the shower. The other seven of his team mates had arrived at the door ready to go off for their evening meal but at a most inconvenient moment....
Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
The plane ride in from London had been long and crowded, and passport and customs lines and the effervescent Panos were the last things I wanted to see when I was disgorged into the hot and busy immigration hall at Ben Gurion Airport. I wanted nothing more than a stiff glass of scotch on the rocks, a shower, and four hours of sleep in a Tel Aviv hotel room b...