"I'd like to make an Australian Crawl." Stan gave a hearty laugh and acknowledged an empty glass up the bar. While he was gone, Keith, in turn, acknowledged that his own beer glass had miraculously filled on its own. He didn't have much doubt that Stan was trying to get him drunk so that Keith would go in the back room with him. The burly barkeep had been pu...
I froze in the middle of talking about the next season of the Bangkok Chopin Society at the ambassador's residence, as the ambassador walked into and around the side of the room to get into another room. I don't know if I audibly gulped or not, but none of the women—and the few men—sitting in a circle of upholstered chairs and couches in the commodious room...
Summary: The shocking truth of the old west finally told. Note 1: This is a special western themed story created by the lovely Black Randi. Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Black Randi, thor_p, Robert, and Wayne for editing this strange attempt. PS: Western is not my forte so please don't judge me too much on this story. Cowboys & Big Cock Indians History i...
I don't know why I felt like I did that day. I just woke up wanting to get fucked and I knew who I wanted to do it. Raj was this old Indian guy who ran a small shop. He was short and hairy and had a big belly. Nice guy. We always had a little chat when I went in there, and at first I hadn't thought of him in a sexual way. That day, though, in my mind he just...
My second time with Beni. He's an Indian guy, about 50, with a long beard. This time we're in a hotel out near the airport. He paid for it. I think he regards me as his property, sexually, at least. But he's respectful, and that's what counts. As soon as we enter the room he says we should strip to our underpants. I do so, and admire the view as he removes...
Driving across London might not be the longest journey in the world, but it's a slow one. I had been in this little Toyota for half an hour and we were still a long way from home. The driver was Asian, a short, stocky guy wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, which I thought was unusual, even in the height of summer. He looked quite smart, but not like a c...
It had been weeks since I'd seen the Indian doctor. I'd been propositioned by my boss, a Swede fifteen years older than me. And, basking in the new world the doctor had opened up for me, I'd let him fuck me in his room and then on his boat off the beach in Phattaya, a seaside resort for the super rich Thai and expatriates not more than a two-hour drive from...
The Indian doctor's second summons came during a business lunch with my boss at the Bangkok club rooms in the Montien Hotel of the Royal Phattaya Yacht Club. It came as somewhat of a surprise as it was more than a month after the last time I'd been at the doctor's office. My boss was sponsoring me for membership in the club even though I had yet to buy so mu...
It had been a hot and dusty ride from Kansas into Colorado en route to my new posting as the postal agent and sutler at Fort Hayden. I'd ridden all day with the Rocky Mountains tantalizingly near without having reached the river they told me was still more than a day's ride out from the fort. I now saw the river ahead, cool and inviting, but I knew I wasn't...
Steve lay on his back with his legs in the air. He was alone in his flat. The air was perfumed by a lavender massage oil which he had smeared around and in his anus. In his hand now was a saucepan. He wanted to see whether his arse could cope with a sizeable penis. He had done this with candles, but he hoped to land a guy with a bit more than that. The sauce...