Will and I enjoy our times together and I thought you might be interested to hear how we developed the friendship that we now have. It all began with a hunting trip five years ago. My uncle Chet was quite a sportsmen but had no children and when he died, he left his spacious hunting camp along with two hundred acres of prime hunting land to his only survivin...
It was when I threw a match in the third round of the U.S. Open that I fully realized I was obsessed by him. I wasn't afraid of going up against the young Miguel Herrera—the heartthrob of the tennis world groupies they had nicknamed the Argentine Firecracker. I had beaten him all three times we had met on the pro circuit the last two years. It was because I...
Had an interesting get-together arranged by a dear friend recently that still gets me hard to recall. I have a friend who is a Tantra teacher. Sandy teaches both the meditative side of Tantra and well as the sexual side. I love both. She is very sexy, with an incredible body, and gets into such a heightened sexual arousal when she works with me, that I can...
"Maybe one day I'll be somebody." "Who says you aren't already?" Luiz asked. I think about it. "I mean in the sense that I'll matter." "I'm pretty sure you matter." Typical Luiz. I resist the urge to punch his shoulder. Instead, I offer my shoulder as a pillow for his head. I like it when he rests his head on my shoulder. Luiz laughs quietly. "You're no...
((Welcome, dear readers, to my latest big idea/homoerotic fantasy. I have been laying out parts of this story in my head for a long time, and just recently began putting it to the keyboard. It's definitely a broader arching tale than I've ever tackled before, and I've found myself struggling with how to break it up and release it. I've decided to separate it...
Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
COCK-SUCKER TALES: 'THE DISTURBING CASE OF THE HELLFIRE CLUB' In which the great Victorian Detective is forced to confront the dilemma of his own sexual identity... This strange tale has a curious history. In their exhaustive study Drs Ben Doone and Phil McCavity, Professors of Literature with a special interest in works of a Deviant, Transgressive and Pr...
"Alright, she's all yours, Blake." Says Mr Owen as his keys jingle from handing them over to the handsome man before him, wearing a denim jacket and tight-fitting jeans. At age 26, Blake sports a nice layer of stubble on his face, besides his short brown hair, as he looks at his coworker. Mr and Mrs Owen are going on a two week strip, so they need Blake to h...
The frigid river water enveloping my body shocked the senses more so as my unsubmerged head remained exposed to the scorching midday heat of the central Texas Hill Country. The dichotomy of sensations provided welcome respite from the vigorous summer hike over the verdant hills juxtaposed around the Sabinal River. My comrade "hiker-in-crime", Howard, a cons...
I grew up in the Kingdom of Kahara. My father was the head of the Kahara-America Export Co., an international energy conglomerate. I have always loved walking the seductive streets of Amsada, Kahara's capital city. I loved the dangerous looking dark men, in their robes, capes and hoods. You could always see those coal black eyes staring out at you, measuri...