Copyright 2006 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: The type of encounter described in this tale is, if not new, certainly a lot more common now. While private glory holes may have existed before the Internet, cyberspace is an ideal way to advertise them. The story is based on incidents related to me by a friend, who insists they really happened. Whether they did...
Sometimes men in need of M2M sex just need sex and not any romantic relationship. This is especially true for bi guys who in their life choices gravitated to the straight world, at least in public. They still have the need and spend enormous energy -- wasted or not -- to find just the right person and just the right circumstances safe enough to let go. Given...
Twelve empty chairs formed a circle in the modern hotel room suite. Tick-tock; soon the chairs would be filled. Click-cock; with horny men eager for virgin ass. The main room was large with lots of southern California sunshine streaming through the two sliding balcony doors. Unnecessary furniture had been removed to create as much play space as possible. It...
It was a day that changed history when I finally was passed through the lines and stood before the chamberlain of King Claude in the castle keep of St. Jerome's. The battle had just been won, the castle within a half hour of final capitulation. Soldiers, sweating and running in blood themselves, were still walking among the vanquished laying about where they...
It was a steamy, smoke-filled night at Hernando's, and I and the other two guys had been dancing to the music on the small stage for twenty minutes. I was already down to the ten-gallon hat, the pinto pony vest, the cowboy boots, and the low-slung belt and six-gun holsters with the even lower slung eight-inch gun swinging in between and nothing else on when...
We sat around the dining table like a klatch of eclectic, existentialist wannabes. I laughed to myself as I looked from one to the other. Isadora sat at the head of the table. She changed from earlier, and tonight she was dressed in a rainbow assortment of veils-- 50 possibly, or maybe 200-- she was an elephantine woman after all. To my right was Hec, dres...
"He is known as the Invisible Man, and your job is to make him visible to us." We were dining in the Bel-Etage restaurant of the Sofitel Hotel in Zurich on tender roasted veal with potato pancakes, not a great distance, but several centuries in amenities, away from the north African country of Bulla Regia bordering the Mediterranean. "But why the need for...
SORTIE #5 The night Johnson's detachment returned to the ship, I could hardly sleep. Before the sun was up, I was wide awake. I couldn't help myself. Fuck, this is stupid! It's only 0500! I heard reveille over the loudspeakers, the noise of sailors getting up to start the day, and the flip-flops of shower shoes on the march to the head. Finally, finally, FI...
The door opens to one of the deluxe suites the Iron Cloud has to offer. With large round dark cushions arranged in several places of the room, there is a hot, steaming tub built into the center of the floor, framed with rugged rocks around. On the ceiling are luminous streaks of white and grey, resembling a calm, decorative cloudy sky, with a single larger b...
I woke to the touch of a hand stroking up my thigh. It rested briefly on my hipbone, but I was suddenly more concerned by what I felt at my wrists. I was tied there with something soft, but firmly tied, unable to pull my arms down from where they were above my head, and I panicked for a moment. My eyes were covered, I was blindfolded. My heart took a jump an...