January, 1924, the Baron's Austrian Mountain Chalet It was time for Paul to have his skiing lesson with Toma, the Italian ski instructor. Bundled up, Paul stopped by his mother's room, where he'd been told she'd retired for a nap, to check on whether she was all right. She seemed more than all right. She was lying on her back on the bed in just her pettico...
It was hard to believe that my sailing holiday with Jim; on a 65ft charter yacht and him introducing me to paid Escort work; was three months ago. Although we had since done the odd twosome Escort together since then; five actually. My daydreaming was interrupted by my desk phone ringing; it was the Admiral, as we had nicknamed him after he bought a yacht;...
"God, Leon. An M-8 special? Eight? I have to take eight of them in one gig? And what the hell is an Edwardian?" I knew what this was really about. I damn well knew that Leon was ticked because I had told him I was taking three months off. "Hey, you're the one who told me in almost exactly the same breath that you were taking a whole chunk of time off but th...
I mentioned in my last story with the Blonde Marine that although I'm a true vers, and love topping, I really enjoy bottoming and don't seem to get much chance to do that. So occasionally I change my profile pic to just a shot of my butt. If you read my profile I'm not young or buff, but have been getting some requests from tops, so I'm enjoying it. The oth...
When you check your e-mail, you see a new message from Cavalier Escorts; you had almost forgotten you had sent in an application a few weeks ago. It had been pretty thorough: a questionnaire about your physical, mental, and sexual health, photos of course, and a video presentation. It felt a bit strange to be posing naked for some company, but you weren't as...
This was my first time on a solo holiday; I joined a large 65ft charter yacht that was berthed in a marina in Plymouth, for a two week holiday sailing to France and back via the Isles of Scilly. This holiday had an unusual ending; I think. On arrival in Plymouth I met the skipper of the yacht; he looked the typical Captain Birds Eye character, complete wit...
"A shot, please, of Russ in front of Troy, with Troy palming Russ's belly. Troy possesses Russ. Troy covers Russ." The two models moved into position and attitude. Troy was the big, brawny, blond football star-looking one wearing a Navy sailor's tunic. Russ was the smaller one with auburn hair with blond streaks in it who looked like the more sensitive, sult...
I paced my hotel room, my blood burning with lust, as I waited for the escort. This was the highlight of my business trip. I grit my teeth in excitement knowing that soon, I'll be on my knees, sucking off some hunky stranger. Muscular, I had told the escort company. Aggressive. All night package. The doorbell rang. Nerves and excitement shot up my spine. I...
Oh, great. Now, on top of everything else, the power had gone out. The snow was piling up—it was still snowing—I was all alone on Christmas Eve, and the power was off. I'd had an appointment at an old, rich guy's house and now that wasn't going to happen—not because the power went off but because the snow was drifting and I wasn't about to be out driving in...
Weary, Hardesty let himself into the fifteenth-floor apartment in Crystal City, across the Potomac from Washington, D.C., in Alexandria, Virginia. The apartment had spectacular views from all rooms across the Ronald Reagan Airport runways to the national memorials and the Mall. He was happy to see that the warning light by the door wasn't on. He needed some...