Copyright © 2020 Hugh G. Babcock All rights reserved. Library of Congress Registration Number: TXu002202918 The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be produced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted...
Finally curiosity got the better of me. I had heard of the men's bathhouse but this was a time before the internet. The bath house was truly the mystical of the places of unknowns. As it turns out, in a post internet world even with all these stories available the little known world of the bath house still lives on. It was a Tuesday night in the dead of win...
Wow, another interlude that ended up being far longer than I had hope. The intro to Chapter 15 has a brief character list if you're new (or have a memory as short as my own). The boys make their way back to the resort. Randy and Kent try to sort out what, if anything, they have between them. And Glenna considers going into the bakery business. Oh, and ther...
My name is James, and I manage a manufacturing plant in California. I've written of my experiences over the past year or so in previous postings. Since my last posting, I've divorced and relocated to California. The Beach Boys were right when they sang about the girls here, but I'm approaching 50, and I'm more interested in women. My only experiences with...
"Well... looks like it's gonna be a long night," said Mark. His dorm party was winding down, and everyone was getting ready to go. A pair of R.A.'s with a mop were triaging the spilled beer, and the only girl in sight was holding firmly to the arm that was taking her home. It wasn't going to be a long Friday night because Mark was planning on staying up an...
TEMPTED One Wednesday morning after Brenda had already left for the golf league, Chet eased his muscular body out of bed. That day he didn't have his first physical therapy appointment until 1:00 PM. He walked by Cole's bedroom and peeked in on the pretty gay stepson. He had forgotten that Brent had spent the night with Cole. He looked at the two young men...
About a year ago, I was suffering greatly from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn’t seem to help. One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read “Masseuse for What Ails You”. By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fa...
The following is a work of fiction. All characters are at least eighteen years of age. * I lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. The only sound in the room is my wife's heavy breathing. She is fast asleep. My semi erect cock lies wet along my leg. Cum is leaking from its still swollen head. My wife and I had just had an amazing session of sex. She is now f...
John Fisher was sitting at one of the many outdoor bars that covered the beach area of Phuket, Thailand watching the hundreds of sailors walking around. He had just gotten off the ship with a four day pass of not having to be back at the ship until the morning it got underway. The sun had just gone down with an evening tropical breeze blowing off of the ocea...
Aiden and I were twenty-two. Fast friends since we were sixteen. We'd grown up during the last days of the millenium. Over the years our friendship had been galvanized by differences we'd had, and had overcome. There were times when I dared to think it. I loved him--as a friend with my head, as a comrade with my heart, but also in a different way.... It w...