Jordan realized that his shoulders were touching his ears. With effort, he brought them down and, breathing deeply, tilted his head side to side a few times to loosen his muscles. It's just a job interview, he told himself. You've done this a million times before. And yet... Jordan looked nervously around the room. Men stood at tiny tables in groups of t...
Hello. I am Harry and I am homosexual. After studying literature in college, it has been difficult for me to get a job, not so much for my sexual orientation, but because in my line, it sometimes is necessary to have contacts with influential people. I decided to gain influence to the hard way, through volunteering in hospitals and community organizations, n...
Chapter Fifteen - Collared Snake Walking into a ring never felt like this. Johnny was sure he was different, and the world was a different place, too. It had to be true what songs and whatnot said about love giving you wings and all that. For a while, he had thought that he would care less. But the soonest he jumped the ropes, into the cage, he knew that w...
JOHNNY'S STORY: My head was spinning as I slipped beneath the bedspread and sheet in what I knew would be a futile attempt to fall asleep. I lay there in the darkness, my eyes wired open, and blamed the beer for keeping me awake. My boss, Tommy and I had gone to yet another bar, struck out with the girls we met, and retreated to his apartment for beer th...
"C'mon up," the voice boomed. 'C'mon down!' I muse, 'Sounds like the announcer on that game show.' Ivan? Michael? Hard to tell who on the intercom sometimes. The familiar click of the door lock opening. 'Okay,' I tell myself, 'here goes.' 'That's what I said the very first time I came over,' I am remembering. And that bit about the game show.' 'We...
The secret of properly training a boy is conditioning his mind; opening his mind to the endless possibilities of sexual pleasure. Some men train their boys through the use of force and physical intimidation--I strongly disapprove of that method. You desire, as your end result, a boy who willingly submits to your every sexual demand because he wants to—becaus...
This story is a treasure memory. I took to the gym in my late teens, having been a fat kid. Fat kids were rare in those days. I guess that being more numerous now, perhaps there is less stigma attached to being "The fat kid", maybe not but when I see so many obese children waddling about the supermarket and I remember how much effort it has taken to recover...
Every hair on John's body stood up when he heard the door close in the other room. But then, that's a normal reaction when you are about to experience what is to be an extremely intimate and unfamiliar activity. A few moments later his whole body jumped when he felt someone grasp his ankles and pull his legs apart pair and climb up on the gurney between them...
The Blind Massage sign in the hotel lobby had me salivating when I trudged back in all sweaty and stiff from another day enduring the unrelenting heat and rubble-strewn dysfunction of Indonesian cities. I was aching from riding the cramped and thumping old buses that serve as public transport and tight-necked from being on guard against the thieves and band...
Here's the true story of some of my first homosexual experiences, specifically those involving my trips to the local steam baths: It was the early 80s and I was in my mid 20s living in Eureka, CA. I'd heard about the Humboldt Steam Baths in downtown Eureka and it seemed to be common knowledge around town that that's where all the homos hung out. I'd never b...