The bathhouse is a place where emotional attachments of any variety become meaningless in a sea of sensation, sex being the overriding framework, without any barricade to having as much sex as possible. Creating, or giving in to, opportunities as irresistible as feeling a new mouth replace the one that was going down on you while being fingered. A glance tha...
Kyle sat on the bench in the locker room with a thud, panting heavily as he caught his breath after his workout. He was a runner by nature, not only enjoying the high that he got from pushing his body, but also being damn good at it. The impetus for taking up an exercise routine was mainly to avoid the dreaded freshman fifteen. The realization that he enjoye...
I had been hired by a men's magazine (seems I get a lot of this lately) to do an erotic shoot in North Carolina mountains. Of all places, but the money was very good. Erotic was putting it mildly. I was to shoot the initial advertisements for an outdoor resort for "the discerning gentleman" owned and sponsored by this upscale men's magazine. The challenge wa...
It was all her fault. Really it was, I swear. I mean why else would I have ended up at the pornshop sucking cock and getting fucked through a gloryhole? It was her fault. Can't you see that?? Ok, maybe I better start from the beginning. I was on a business trip to Wheeling a few years back. Yea, Wheeling. Nail City. And about as exciting as a sack of nails....
Edgar is my husband of nearly six years. The last four of them have been mostly sexless. We're not out of love. Life's little traumas have a way of intruding where they have no business being. It therefore sparks excitement in me when, at 3 a.m., I feel him erect against my buttocks, between our spooning bodies. An Edgar hard-on is always cause for excitem...
He smiled and tried to look casual. Alert, making brief eye contact. After three months nothing was happening for him. He had six months. If nothing happened when that was up he had two options, join all the other starving wanna-be actors working as waiters, or go home. Back to Georgia. A few days before he had heard that song, "Midnight Train to Georgia,"...
"Merry Solstice, Uncle Scribner!" "Merry Christmas, nephew!" "But the solstice is tomorrow, and it would please me to no end if you would join us for the local queer people's Yuletide pageant and party at the old union hall tomorrow afternoon." The youth with the perpetual twinkle in his hazel eyes was determined to say his peace before the salt and pepper...
I could hear Stella Langer braying from across the room. And the noise was getting closer, so, without turning around, I knew she was headed in my direction. I steeled myself; I wanted to have this conversation with her, but it was such a chore to keep her on topic and to see that she kept her hands to herself. She had called to tell me that she had a propo...
Moving from Cincinnati to San Clemente, CA in the mid 80's I was lucky enough to find a condo for rent right near the beach where the surfers park. Better yet, my condo was just across the sidewalk from one of the hot tubs for the complex. Big one that would easily hold 20 or more people. It was surrounded by shrubs so most couldn't see in but through my kit...
All characters are 18 or over. ***** My journey must have begun with my discovery of porn. When I was eighteen, I discovered a trove of porn magazines hidden out in the abandoned shed of a derelict and condemned house near my childhood home. This was the first time in my sheltered life I had ever seen anything like it. The magazines varied from soft nudit...