It was a hot summer's evening in South Kensington and I was sitting in my room in our Catholic student hostel. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling alone and depressed. The thumping heartbeat of a disco came from the basement. There was one every week. The music got on my nerves at times like this. There are two things I can do, I thought. I...
Far from being my masturbation biography, this is how I started masturbating with other men. The first time I even thought of masturbating with another male was some years ago, at age 33. It started with my visiting nude beaches, first when on business trips to California, then at beaches in Florida, where I live. With my first accidental visit to Blacks B...
It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body's experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it. Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any...
This is intended to be the first of a series of short stories inspired by explicit Victorian pornography photographs. This story includes intimate natural smells, mutual male sexual activity and an open approach to natural bodily functions - if any of this doesn't sound like it's for you, read no further. If this excites you, let me know what you think of my...
Following on from my first male massage and my first foray into male/male sexual experiences. If you didn't read my first story maybe start their first? As I explained in my first story I have an addictive personality and having had the mind blowing experience with Lee in my first story I had nothing else in my head other than cock and I wanted to experien...
The past several weeks were much too hot to go to the baths, even with the summer discount. The weather finally relented for a couple of days, with the rain I rode through to get to the bathhouse being quite welcome. Fourth in line at opening, prospects looked promising this Monday afternoon, not a typical day for me to visit. I have gone to the baths on al...
Lensman (aka. SF Shinseiki Lensman) is trademark of E.E. “doc” Smith, MK Productions Ltd. and Toho studios. Warning: ADULT ONLY. CATEGORY III SEX FIC. IF HOMOSEXUALITY (YAOI/ MALE-MALE RELATIONSHIPS) OFFENDS YOU, LEAVE! --- Worsel and Kim Kinnison were alone in the Galactic Patrol base, while all the other members left the base to do the duties assigned t...
My name is Jason Gray . I am a student at the Thorne Institute of Technology. It's a small private college that's like no other school on the planet. I'm a young black man who also happens to be bisexual. This is the only place where I've ever truly felt welcome. Lots of people and establishments claim to accept everyone regardless of race or sexual orientat...
"OK honey, strip." My girlfriend had pulled into the beach parking lot and smiled at me gleefully as she removed her bikini top. I looked down at the tighy baby blue speedo I was wearing, feeling exposed enough as it was. My mind racing as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband, I thought of how we had come to this point. The previous weekend we had been at...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...