Chad and I loved the vibrator so much that we started looking for other toys to play with. I was tempted to go to an actual sex shop, but we didn't know of any nearby, and we didn't want to be found out. So we did the next-best thing, and we went shopping online. We found most of the online sex shops were straight, like Liberator, Lover's Lane, or Adam &...
Any lost composure had been regained by the time I arrived outside the pub-a good thing, because although I was a few minutes early, Sloan crept up beside me almost immediately. "Wyatt, buddy, how's things?" he asked, grasping my hand firmly and pulling me close. "Pretty good, and you?" We framed ourselves against the brick exterior so as not to block th...
"Shit on me, what the..." I said as I looked at the lines to my next part. 'I am supposed to kiss another man, no I'm sorry make that two men...at the same time...' The new script for my next film was completely different from anything I had ever done. Moreover, because my last project ran over the estimated time of completion, I had only just picked up th...
Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair...
Practice should have been over an hour ago. Kenneth shifted his weight from one foot to the other to garnish what little relief he could for his feet. He, along with three dozen other choir members, had been standing more than four hours singing and swaying to the same three songs over and over again. And Kenneth was nearing his limit. The inner child in hi...
The Slave - A First Time Story The following is a fictional account loosely based on the true occurrence of my first experience with gay sex. I have greatly embellished the events and circumstances for my own entertainment and hopefully yours. The slave auction was organized on campus by a fraternity and its affiliated sorority ostensibly as a fundraiser f...
"Do you believe in ghosts?" It was not the sort of question my wife normally asked. I'm the romantic type. She's a numbers person, a bean counter. "I don't know. Why do you ask?" "Well, we're hiking up to a ghost town, aren't we?" "It's not that sort of ghost town" "It was a thriving village once." A voice broke in behind us. One of the guys walking alon...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
The music made Pai smile. He had heard the sweet song of Wangtao, the handsome stranger from Danyang his father had met at the Dan River ferry stand, many times before in the brief time Wangtao had been in the village, but now it was bringing tears to his eyes. He could not be sure why, but he was trembling, knowing that something momentous was happening. Or...
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...