A bathhouse steamroom likely remains the easiest place to have group sex with other men ever invented, and entering one often allows a visitor an opportunity to indulge in such addictive pleasures. Sunday afternoons at the local bathhouse can get quite crowded, though arriving at opening time provides some insurance to avoid the crush in the later afternoon....
This is my account of my first sexual encounter. I was very fully developed with a pedigree at all types of sports and games. I was generally regarded as the local sports hero and I just lived for my next sporting event. I had been through the wet dreams and other nightly emission sequences which were unexpected but had been exciting, and I was dealing with...
Hello Guys! This is my first erotic story. I plan on writing more chapters to Project Phoenix depending on the amount of interest there is for the story to continue. Any and all feedback is welcomed. Enjoy! xxx YaoiLover21 Prologue In only a few thousand years mankind had come from a struggling primitive race to a full out destructive parasite. By then p...
Part 11 This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day...
Part One * Chapter One A brisk breeze blew across the lawn and Jordan tugged his jacket closer. He hunched down inside it, mumbling various curses he had acquired over the years. If anyone in his clan had heard him, they would have died of shock. Jordan chuckled. What did they expect? Did they expect him to just settle into a normal life in the human worl...
I was panting and straining and Grady was whispering to me, "Stay with it; you can take it. You are taking it. Doesn't that make you want to shoot higher than ever before?" He was crouched between my spread legs, holding one up and away from our bodies, my other leg running up his torso, the ankle hooked on his shoulder. His forehead was plastered to mine,...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
My name, which isn't really of any consequence, but it is Martin Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings, sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any statue that takes my fancy. Fancy isn't really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most are those of any young male for with me being gay, I...
I've been reading the stories for years, some good, some poorly written, but most are unbelievable at best. However believable or unbelievable they always did their job, they got me off during the slow times with Jill. I am your typical middle aged man, 47, still in pretty good shape, wonderful wife, and great kids. Enjoying the suburban life with all it has...
Long ago the worlds of machine and magic had collided. The expansion of new ideas and the clash of differing worlds had created a rampant spread of chaos throughout the lands. For hundreds of years societies and factions rose and fell. It seemed that a truly functional world was perhaps an idea of the past. The grand cities and civilizations of old were all...