The Hanky Code Chapter 2 - The agreement pt 1 I followed him down a black painted and dimly lit hallway which lead to one large steel door that seemed rather imposing. A nameplate on the door read, 'Master S.' I gulped standing there. Maybe saying yes was not the best of ideas. Though I was having second thoughts they evaporated quickly. Who was I trying...
I was at the end of the boardwalk about 4:15 the next afternoon. I saw Harold walking up the beach with another man. He looked younger than Harold, so I guessed that it must be his friend. He was in his mid-to-late forties, a little shorter than Harold, weighing in at, I'd say around 170, slender built. He had slightly balding blond hair, moustache and goate...
Looking at the upper level's clock, 4:45pm was unexpected. I'd arrived several minutes before 3pm, then spent almost every minute of this bathhouse visit with the towel clad man going down the spiral staircase in front of me. A visit whose surprising length added to its satisfaction, particularly in light of finally taking pictures of myself with another man...
I awoke about an hour later, I was a bit groggy. I tried to rub my eyes but found resistance against my own movements. I shook the sleep from my head and tried again to move my arms, but found they were working against each other. "What the fuck?" I asked sleepily, not really expecting an answer. I pulled and twisted but found my arms were firmly tied togeth...
"Are you sure you want me to be here for this?" He was sprawled across the bed in a posture that was an obvious attempt to look casual and careless, but I knew Aleksi well enough by now--he was posing for me, and delighting in being looked at. I couldn't help but look and appreciate. He was blissfully naked, with his white-blonde hair spilling around his pi...
Be careful what you bet. Cody had me; we both knew he did. If I was in his place I'd be merciless. The bet was high stakes; whoever lost had to give the winner whatever he wanted. I thought I'd win. I'd already planned on my winnings: I'd trade cars with him for a week. Cody was in his element in his SUV and I grinned whenever I imagined him in a beat-up Ki...
Revised version copyright 2008 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another one of my former magazine stories, long out of print, back now in a polished-up version. This story is about me and Ted. Ted is my regular massage therapist, and also my good friend. It just goes to show how the Internet has changed life, because I probably wouldn't have met him a...
Sorry for the wait (don't you hate it when real life gets in the way) - here's a little something while I polish off the next character story. Y All characters are 18 or older. SHOWTIME The curtains pulled back to reveal a tall, muscular, blond young man on a haystack (the haystack was actually foam rubber covered with a hay-patterned cloth, but no one...
It felt so natural... I didn't even give it a second thought when his hand trailed down to my thigh. He looked at me with that thrilling mix of anticipation, horniness, caution, and fear of rejection. The only thing I could think to do in that moment was to lean over to him and give him a gentle, tender kiss. As we kissed he found renewed confidence and his...
Waking up around 8am, the first thing I did was to enjoy several hits of the sticky black hash purchased yesterday, followed by taking a luxuriously hot shower. Back in the room, I took stock of, then resorted my supplies. Which included condoms, joints, cash, poppers, and a variety of maps. The weather was grey, but dry and not too cold for late October -...