I was going to call this by another name, but figured, what the hell? It is a fantasy. I may as well fantasize about the real man. Several years ago my now deceased wife had met the man on the Internet and went to his Sacramento home to meet him. She was appalled at the state of his housekeeping, to the point that it took her most of two days just to clean h...
I saw an advert in the Adult Relaxation section of the local English paper. FREE: Bi-male. 40s. seeks similar discreet clean male who enjoys receiving free oral. Can accommodate. No timewasters. No hidden calls. No questions asked. Mon to Fri only. Then a mobile telephone number. I phoned up and a very English voice answered. I expressed my interest and...
Dr. Russ Waddell had been a practicing physician for almost twenty years now. But his current position was by far and away his favorite. He was the school physician for an all-male prep school. These students had all graduated high school but either lacked the grades or the academic exposure to be admitted to a four year college. All students were basically...
The view was stunning in the morning light. The valley spread wide; the river in the distance looked like a pencil line across a green canvas. I stood proudly naked on knoll where we had camped. Next to me in all her naked glory was my wife. We often come to this knoll for a night of lust in the dust. That is now a memory. A couple years ago she decided to...
Simon stayed upstairs pottering around looking at clothes before calling down. 'Sam, I've found some silk pyjamas, can I wear them?' 'Yup but remember exactly how they were in the drawer' Sam knew he bought a sky blue set for his wife's 40th but she'd hardly worn them and they stayed in her bottom drawer. Simon slowly came down and when he did it took Sam'...
Further Around The World With Nothing On... A thin mist is ghosting up from the water, it deepens the night as it soaks up the light from the dock we're approaching. The steel deck-plates beneath my feet rumble, as though communicating some interior message... a warning perhaps? The oily black surface of the harbour seethes and churns up against the rusty h...
Several months after I had parted from Jeff and a few weeks after my experience with Lionel (recounted in Chapter 15) three things happened virtually simultaneously. Firstly my wife, in a regular phone call with our daughter, told her that her lover was ill and being taken to hospital. I was not sorry for him, indeed I hoped that he would soon be dead, but I...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
*** Sarkopheros Says: Been awhile since the last Brod. Guess that's the issue with writing more than one storyline. At least until I manage to get more control of my schedule. Anyway, I decided to break it up with a gay story. Well, like 99% gay. There are women around, but for the most part it is gay. Expect the usual Brod tropes. Cum inflation, hyper c...
This a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I've had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is the second story of the events that changed our relationship from that of jerk off buddies, to lovers. I expec...