It was well past midnight on a Friday evening at the Boléro on the Wollestraat in Bruges' Garenmarkt district. This was the third night in a row I'd occupied this small table in the shadows of the basement strip club bar, nursing my drinks, keeping my black cloak firmly wrapped about me, and searching for just the right one. I had assessed all of the club's...
Every day that Dean didn't reach out increased his anxiety, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Ben had never felt like this before, and he couldn't explain it, but it was driving him crazy. Dean monopolized his thoughts if he let them drift, and even sometimes when he didn't. A week went by before Dean contacted him, and it wasn't what he'd been hopin...
Eric was down on his knees attempting to scrub away the ring around the "claw" tub—one of those old-fashioned stand-alone tubs elevated by stubby legs with lions's claws as "feet." Hence the term. A naked Eric had started out inside the tub but soon found it easier to work on the ring from the outside. He was working on the near ring at the moment meaning hi...
That damn website ruined my life! I had been minding my own business, reading fun and raunchy stories on my favorite site when an author linked out to a site. I won't share it because I don't want any of you to fall into the same trap. But no one warned me. I had been hard and sleepy when I clicked the link originally and have to admit the swirling colors w...
My friend Karin invited me to go out with her and some of her friends on Saturday night. She wanted to go to this new club that everyone heard was good. Of course the girls forgot to mention to me that we were going to an alternative strip club. When we walked in I quickly realized that I was tricked. I tried to leave, but Karin used her feminine persuasive...
Kevin woke me up the next morning with an urgent phone call. It seems that two of his models were busted for prostitution and he was worried that his business would be exposed. As a result he told me that he would lay low for the next week or two, but that he would work with known clients to try and get me some work (in other words, Kevin did not want to los...
I loved my work. My job is great. And from my cubicle, I could see my supervisor, John, perfectly. My name is Mike, and I'm gay. Guys have been my thing since I was a teenager, I think. My parents blamed my shyness for it. Ah well, I moved out right after college, and became my own person and all of that. So it stopped being their "problem". John is my...
"Look, honey," proclaimed Kamron as he held a mirror in front of his client. "I like it," she declared with a smile. "How much," she asked. "Fifty-five," the five-foot-nine-inch big booty effeminate hairdresser replied. "Alright," she said digging through her purse. "Oh damn. I left my billfold in my other purse. Do you mind if I get Tavares to drop it of...
I noticed him because we were the same age, and, well, there were few enough people in town that I pretty much had to. He was slender, on the edge of scrawny, and he stood out as one of those kids that was always just a hair off. His looks were normal enough- unruly brown hair, a few freckles across the bridge of his nose, but it was the eyes that hooked me....
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Sometimes it takes a little push to help someone become what they always wished they had the guts to be. In this Gay fantasy, Tracey gets that push. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual con...