[This story takes place in the last quarter of the twentieth century, when things like the internet did not exist. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, science, religion, English college life and alcohol. There is also some crude language. Should any of these topics not suit you, the...
"Where are you? Who are you with? Did you find Jimmy? We have to have coffee. I have to tell you about Robert." She messaged me over and over. I messaged her back. "Just leaving Jimmy's right now! Coffee where?" I sent back. "Starbucks our usual, fifteen minutes, don't keep me waiting." Lisa sent back to me. When I got there she was at our table, I call...
"The offer is tempting, yes," The elegantly clad Guiovani Lucano, president of Unipro, said, "but the French cosmetic firms are eager to have whatever Dragobotania we can produce. There's really no sufficient incentive I can see to change that and sell to the United States instead." He was talking to the American chemical dealer, Nicholas Reynolds, as they...
[Pt. 01 should be read first] Chapter Eight Awakening On the fourth night after our arrival, and a week after he had been rescued from the rubble, I was taking my second turn overnight with him and early in the grey morning about 5-30 am, Luke stirred. At once I rang for a nurse and held his hand. I squeezed it, and there was a response. His eyelids flic...
[Dedicated in the centenary year of her birth, to the memory of Barbara Pym (1913-1980), the greatest English woman novelist since Jane Austen. Forget Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot and Virginia Woolf. There is not a lot of sex in this installment, but I hope that you will read and enjoy it as a story rather than as wank literature.] Chapter XXII Dom: Chri...
Another story......... I've read so many stories about glory hole sex, I've been so fascinated about the anonymous cock poking thru the wall, begging to be sucked. I wanted to experience that, to be the one sitting there waiting for a ripe fat cock to poke thru the wall. To wrap my lips around the heavy shaft, stroking it with my tongue until I am rewarded...
This is based on true events. You may have seen an abridged version somewhere else on internet. If you'd like to hear how this develops, let me know and I'll publish more. ***** I've never actually mentioned this to anyone before, but was curious whether anyone had a similar experience. Sorry I don't have time to write it out more eloquently. In case you...
It was the look that unnerved me. It was too intense, too constant, unsolicited and therefore without reason. That's what I was telling myself. At the train station, standing in line and waiting to pay for my "Cafe Americano" is when I'd noticed it. Peering at me "through the heads" of others behind me. A few feet away, holding my glance too strongly...
Maurice was lost, when he woke up the next day in the motel room. He held the rumpled and used blankets up to his nose and inhaled deeply. There was a slight scent hidden beneath the smell of sex and sweat, but he didn't know if it was the smell of Mario. Maurice knew what he wanted, what he desired ever since he saw a picture of the bronze Italian God on...
(Journey to Mirage is a fifteen-chapter gay male novel of a young man's journey into the totality of the gay male life as he crosses the United States from Baltimore to Arizona as a "star" of a "fantasy experiences" movie being filmed en route to a gay film festival in Mirage, Arizona. Chapters will post approximately every two days and will be completed wit...