How it all started..... I guess like every young man I fantasized about girls all of the time. Ever since I can remember they were the focus of my attention. From magazines to girls at the pool I was completely crazy about getting near a naked girl. So what happened? I guess I am not sure. I think it started just after I turned 18. I was 5'10" and about 14...
The town was under assault by the weather, it seemed. Not an uncommon occurrence in this seaside town; once a decade or so, a combination of heavy rains, high winds, and high tides battered the place, flooded the streets and yards. It was frustrating, but worth it to be able to live beside the ocean. Though when the storms came, it was hard for some to remem...
My name is Jason Gray . I am a student at the Thorne Institute of Technology. It's a small private college that's like no other school on the planet. I'm a young black man who also happens to be bisexual. This is the only place where I've ever truly felt welcome. Lots of people and establishments claim to accept everyone regardless of race or sexual orientat...
Inspired by Sue Grafton's alphabetical series. "No, that's all right. I don't have to go. You guys have a good time." "Oh, come on, Roger! You can't sit at home on my birthday!" He was right. Bobby Yeager had been my best friend since college, which seemed like way too many years ago and there was no way that I was going to get away with sitting at home o...
I couldn't hold out more than 10 days before the lure of the bathhouse pulled me back inside. The last visit had been on a Thursday evening after 8pm, and it appeared I had enjoyed the tail end of the evening, as nothing happened following the 3/4 of an hour that I had spent getting rimmed and sucked in the spacious dark room. Arriving this time, more certa...
It had been a while since visiting the baths on a Sunday, the very start of spring's good weather being a fine reason to ride the motorcycle. Arriving just a couple of minutes after it opened, the bathhouse was already well populated with a mixture of other men, essentially all of whom were here for the opportunity to have sex with other men. Undressing qui...
This story has been a labour of love for me. I had requested the help of editors but non seemed to want to commit to helping me so I was left with no other choice than to self edit. The basic theme of the story has a connection to my own experiences although the story it self is pure fiction. Any similarities to anyone living or deceased is purely coinciden...
The harbor at Algiers seemed almost to disappear altogether as the pirate ships moved into the deep-water port right up to the dock and then, when there was no more room at the docks, right up against the ship between them and the dock—and so on until the whole surface of the space between the two headlands encasing the harbor was just one continuous deck wi...
Once the truth was out, Naomi fully embraced it. Ken had told her the truth two weeks ago. He had shown her the secret wardrobe that he had possessed. He had everything, ranging from bras and miniskirts to complete feminine dresses. It did shock Naomi for a few moments. But then, she became mesmerized by his preferences in terms of fashion. The twenty-nine-y...
Being female I always approach writing about gay sex (two men) with a degree of fear and trepidation. Hopefully, I have got it right but in case I haven't please be gentle (and constructive) with your feedback ***** The Miramar hotel was certainly huge and almost sterile in its appearance but oozed American hospitality. The girl on check-in greeted me a sm...