Oh my god! His dick! I’m seeing his dick, completely unobstructed! Wow, his body is amazing! I knew he was muscular, but he’s more than that, he’s godlike! Gorgeous! Like a marble statue brought to life! Those pecs, abs, biceps, all perfect. And his thighs and calves, so perfectly proportioned. His arms and legs aren’t too hairy, he has just a touch of chest...
Since acquiring my first knowledge of the baths, both the awareness of their existence as places for male sex and decades later as an experience, the delights of rimming played a major role in my attraction. Which when I first read about it, seemed to be one of the major reasons men kept going to the baths I went decades between my first rim job and my sec...
A true story of my first public encounter. James was 22 years old and visiting San Francisco over a hot, summer weekend with his best friend from college, Alex. They had got a hotel room together right on Market Street, with plans to explore the various neighborhoods, go to the Golden Gate Bridge, and try out lots of great restaurants and bars. Being in...
Wow, having spent the early part of my life as a gay pig perfecting my skills as a cocksucker, and being introduced via the rape of my ass to the joy of all things anal, I became a complete cock addict. I found myself out almost every night searching for as much cock as I could get. After a while I was looking for new and less dignified places to suck and ge...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Here's the first part of a story that should span multiple entries. It's partly based on my own experiences exploring my sexuality in college: John approached the home and sighed. It was a nice, spacious home in a fairly affluent area, and a home he'd visited many times before. He knew tonight would be difficult, however, and his stomach was in knots. John...
Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
This is a description of one extraordinary visit, in two parts. Riding home against the coming rain, enjoying pushing the bike near its limit, feeling the rain start just a mile or so from home. And the entire time, smelling the scent of several partners, particularly the sexy reminder of how good it smelled while rimming a man, one who had already sucked m...
Zane Hawthorne is an average 18-year-old young man, recently graduated from high school, dark hair, light skin, a bit nerdy, quiet. Zane wasn't the most popular in school, he kept to himself and was afraid to come out of the closet. You see, Zane is gay, his search history will tell you that. One day Zane gets a visit from a lawyer telling him that his dista...
I returned home on Sunday evening, bringing with me two unopened varieties of poppers, having left all my smoking supplies behind, sitting on a bench in a sunken park, sculpture lining a stretch of what had likely been a canal in the past, a casual 5 minute walk away from the still under construction main train station. Smoking supplies which were still gene...