My name is Bill Hawley. I thought I was a happily married man of 10 years! And yet I had these urges to suck cock and get fucked by a hot stud, black or white. At this point you may be asking why. A little background information is in order. My wife Marie periodically goes on business trips and is gone for up to a week at a time. A man can get very bored an...
Bathhouses are places with thousands of years of history, yet are extremely easy not to notice, unless someone is looking. That such places have existed is common enough knowledge, whether awareness of Roman decadence or when reading about certain Middle Eastern baths intended for men only. When there is a place where naked men can enjoy having anonymous sex...
This is my seventh letter describing my expanding awareness from a naive man with a desire to suck a cock to a man willing to explore. (M+M, oral, anal) In my first letter "Costume in a Costume" I describe how I dressed as a girl in a Halloween costume to trick unsuspecting men into letting me give them my first blow job. In my second letter "Gloryhole Il...
This event took place just before the AIDS crisis and therefore condoms weren't used. ***** I had secured my first supervisory position at a haulage and distribution company and Michael was one of the 11 drivers I had responsibility for. I was 25, he was about 10 years older than myself and about 15 years younger than the rest. He was, I understood, single...
The books Adrian refers to are The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole age 13 ¾, and The Growing Pains of Adrian Mole, by Sue Townsend - brilliantly funny books summing up the early 1980s in Thatcher's Britain. _______________________________________________________ Sunday, I don't get up early, but I slink into my office as soon as I do wake up. Dan prises me ou...
I stretched out face down on the lower bench of the sauna, luxuriating in the gentler heat down low and the space available to me, the sole occupant. As a nineteen year old student I was able to take advantage of quiet times when most people were working, currently it was early afternoon and I appeared to be the only customer in the spa complex at all. So...
My first, memorable threesome was in that fancy gym in Bangkok where I had recently met who I called my Egyptian magician, who had seduced and initiated me. And the threesome was orchestrated by that Egyptian diplomat as well. He had been eyeing a military attaché from the Israeli embassy on the exercise floor—a man pushing his forties, built close to the gr...
As I finished up my workout I started towards the locker room, feeling the soreness in my muscles aching from the previous strain in the weight room. My shirt was doused in sweat and I could feel little beads of sweat still running down my body. I entered the locker room, found my locker and proceeded to undress to wash off. Normally I am kind of shy about b...
Spring has arrived, and due to an unexpected confluence of events, my afternoon was free to ride to another, fairly old, bathhouse, an hour away and on the fringes of a city in another state, over the natural border formed by a river. It was a Saturday, just missing the two days a week this bathhouse allows women admittance. A fact I've mentioned to my wife,...
A memorable episode that happened some years ago, when, as a young man freshly out of university, I had moved into my very first apartment after living in a student dorm for years. It had started as any other Saturday. Since I had moved into this building, a couple of months earlier. I had quickly developed my Saturday routine. After sleeping late, having a...