Walking slowly through the florescent-lit lounge of the Plaza Hotel in Berlin, Germany at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, Alexander arrived at his favorite elevator. He was dressed out for a business meeting that had just been canceled because of weather, so his dark blue suit was slightly damp, and his long, light-brown hair was sleek and dark from the rain. He...
"Bartender, another round for me and my partner here." Bill Sullivan called out as he indicated the two empty glasses in from of them. "Right away." The tall man at the far end of the counter answered. "I still can't believe it, Jim." The 40 year old said to the man standing next to him as two fresh drinks appeared before them. "I can't believe we sold the...
Brad had left for college 2 weeks ago and I had settled into my job at a local restaurant. I worked in the kitchen preparing food for the cooks. It was a typical go nowhere boring dead end job but I needed the money. I became friends with a waiter named Jeff who seemed like an okay guy. We got along pretty well and after a while I confided in him my desire...
I walked up the hotel corridor, it wasn't terribly elaborate. A budget hotel. White walls, plasticky wood, sterile, blue carpet. I was trembling, was this right? This wasn't me. I hated myself in that moment. I hated how much I wanted it. It was all so undignified, I was degrading myself. A regular slut. It was a long walk but longer than it seemed. One day...
True Story. Ever since being seduced for my first gay experience, I found myself craving cock I'd be walking on the street, or sitting at a sushi bar, and if there was a guy close, I'd immediately fantasize about connecting with them. Was he gay? Bi? Curious? But I never dared attempt to approach any of them, so in turn I become very frustrated. Then I dis...
I sat in the hotel dining room where other business men and women were starting their day over run-of-the-mill continental breakfast, USA Today, and mercifully low-volume CNN. Cell phone mumbling surrounded me. The coffee was good however, and I was well into my second cup, trying to clear my head of the alcohol and the bizarre event that had ended only a fe...
Now let's get this straight; and I mean STRAIGHT.. I am not gay! I repeat I am NOT gay! Yes, I realise the present situation would seem to suggest otherwise, me waking up in bed naked with another guy equally naked, his arm wrapped around me and tell-tale signs that we were "intimate" last night, but I assure you, I am not gay. This sort of just, well hap...
The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Circle. Ralph, who was...
It had been a long day at the conference and I was sharing a few drinks with a guy I had met there. It was after dinner and we hadn't eaten so the alcohol was taking effect as we were passing comment on the shapely arse of the bar maid. Tony commented on how nice it would be to get her in the sack and then shocked me a little by saying "I bet she would take...
I guess I should take a moment and describe Jason. He is 25 year-old slender 5 foot 6 inch male. He has blond shoulder length hair, blue eyes, and a butt to die for. He is, to say the least, a little on the feminine side. He is young enough to be my grandson. I hope he does not kill me. He Jason woke me up my sucking on my cock and stroking my nipples. I p...