Generally, the baths can be described as a serious place for easy male sex. Last Thursday, that seriousness was put aside for a bit, at my apparently amusing expense. Arriving just at opening, finished with my customary beer, I went downstairs, showered, and slid into the empty whirlpool. The warm water felt nice, though when the splashing central jet start...
It was an uninspiring entrance. All there was to indicate the location was a metal grill in a cement brick wall between shop windows. No sign, no indication of what lay behind the secure doorway, no target for those prejudice fools who inhabit every society. I pushed the metal door and it opened, a bell sounded it's electronic warning above my head somewhere...
"This is a fantasy about a man being taken by other men, if you're not into such fantasies please don't leave negative feedback." ***** I'm traveling again. This is my busy season as a photographer, March through November. It's been a very good year so far and I finally made it down to Cocoa Beach, FL for a shoot at Ron Jon surfboard shop. Why these out of...
I was 20 when I married, my wife was 18. I think I have always tried to conform and although I was attracted by women's bodies, I secretly fantasized more about sex with men than with women. I thought of myself as hetero with bisexual leanings. When I surfed the internet, I particularly loved oral and anal - those beautiful hard cocks with their white loads...
Rudi felt a little uneasy. He was just sitting there sipping on his milk shake, minding his own business, harming nobody, and yet he could sense an air of menace. There was this big, dark eyed, stubble chinned, dangerous looking man that kept on glaring at him. What the fuck was his problem, Rudi wondered. He glanced up briefly as he felt the man's eyes on...
Dear Readers, This is my first of many submissions in this series. We'll uncover more interesting moments during Brett and Travis's first year at school as the plot unfolds. Please stay tuned for more, and feel free to vote and/or contact me if you like the story. ******** Brett felt sick to his stomach. He'd spent his last night at home partying with fri...
A year had passed since I had met the man of my dreams. He was old enough to be my father, had never told me his real name, and regularly called me a filthy whore. It was the perfect arrangement. I was taking classes at a community college far enough away from home that it made sense for me to have somewhere to stay while I went there. My parents thought I w...
Not for the first time I didn't like the gleam in Leon's eye or the lilt in his voice when he told me I had an assignment. He was much too pleased with himself when he handed me the envelope containing the address and the gate key. We'd been getting along better than usual lately—or had been up to the time he seemed to think that meant I was warming to him a...
We sat there sipping coffee and chowing down on donuts in an all-night diner, my new partner Hank and me. I was trying to figure him out. Ever since I'd come out in the department, potential street-duty partners had avoided me like the plague. But here I understood that Hank had asked to be partnered with me. As I drank coffee and listened to him complaining...
I was so pleased and happy when I started to realize my true leaning. For years I lived under the misconception that, because I wasn't particularly attracted tin a physical sense o girls, there was something fundamentally wrong with me. It didn't occur to me that I was gay or anything like that. There were guys who turned my head for a second look but that...