If I didn't get a good fuck in before tomorrow evening, Tonya and I would be out of the medals for sure. We'd come to the Paris Grand Prix with good hopes of standing on the platform, but my timing was all off in the twists and throws we'd attempted in our practice session tonight, and I knew it was because I was so jittery from not getting my rocks off sinc...
Following the events after rugby nothing happened for days. Greg and I only crossed paths during French, our one shared subject. Practice came and it was Rattle -- in a fouler, the sod! The showers came and went. Rattle waited on, still in a mood. Greg didn't look at me and I was certainly not going to him (and risk a hard -- no way). Still nothing for a we...
The French Maid in the Sex Shop It was Sunday morning and I rode the metro into downtown Buffalo in order to visit the sex shops. Although I had a hot session with Glen just yesterday I knew that I could not wait too long before I needed to see him again. When I left his apartment the previous day he had told me to purchase a French maid uniform before comi...
I pulled a pair of low-rise shorts and a sports shirt out of the closet, put them on, leaving the sports shirt open and not tucked into the shorts, and padded down to the hotel reception desk to start the process of reporting I'd been ripped off, was temporarily destitute, and needed help to start the process of canceling cards and replenishing my funds. I w...
I push through the noisy crowd, my head down, my eyes cast to the floor. These people are strangers to me and yet I am desperate not to let them see my burning red marks on cheeks or the cum dripping down my face. I burst out of the front doors of the night club, crashing into a passing stranger and knocking his umbrella to the ground. As we both reach down...
Marcel, Mathieu, Francois and Louis were close friends. Marcel and Francois were lovers as were Mathieu and Louis. They were all in their early twenties and were very pretty young men. Occasionally they would get together for group sex. They worked together, hung out together and vacationed together. In 1984, the four of them decided to be very adventurous a...
Lieutenant Anderson had just gotten his dick buried inside Lieutenant Hendrick's hole in the shuttered bedroom they shared at one end of the barracks in the Fort Bent stockade when they heard the sentries put up an "Open the gates!" cry. They were supposed to be taking a siesta, along with every other soldier not on guard duty, to avoid the blazing early-af...
What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
My feeling of gathering isolation wasn't helped as we neared the coastline of the small Cape Verde island of Brava that Klaus Gehler said he owned a big slice of and I saw Gehler's red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and th...
A series of uncorrelated and unrelated events had impacted on my life balance; friends moved away, greater responsibilities at work. I needed to adjust my social life, I liked sailing and other sports, investigated how I could enhance these. One option was to crew for someone with a large boat, a number of agencies advertised their services. I joined one; no...