* * * * * * * * * * Farewell To The Mountain Men * * * * * * * * * * Tom Prescott had heard of gay baths—places where men went for quick anonymous sex—but he'd never expected to be wandering through one, naked except for the towel wrapped around his waist. The clerk had said it was unusually crowded, even for a Friday night. There were definitely a lot o...
Sasha Marin sat and stared at the six men around him. Each of them were either laughing, drinking beer, or watching some television. They didn't seem to care much what Sasha was doing, even though he was their prisoner. Then again, the skinny, five foot two brunette was no match for the six muscle bound giants around him. Sasha Marin was the only son of Vl...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~A Mole Goes Down~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Prince Mohammed Abdullah Farouk Hussein Ali was the eldest son and direct decent of the Mohammed Ali Pasha Dynasty that ruled over Egypt from 1808 until 1848. Throughout the generations Abdullah's family retained its monarchal titles, and at his birth his father held him high in the air and prayed to Allah that thi...
Only slowly did I become aware of my cock deliciously hardening in a stranger's mouth, the pleasure drowning awareness of its source. When I first began visiting the bathhouse, I always tried to use a condom, but over time, eager cocksuckers had turned me into a devotee of letting my bare cock be sucked off by strangers. The turning point in my caution occur...
Downstairs, there were enough towels around to make a cautious estimate concerning how long it would take before some stranger and I were playing with each other's cocks. Shortly was the simple answer, though the jacuzzi had to be factored into the calculation. Seeing at least 6 men in the bubbling jacuzzi, I showered thoroughly after my previous encounter...
I stopped going to play tennis on Saturday mornings. Instead I went to the compound on Sathorn Road, where the host and one of the men living with him, the black captain, had a private tennis court. The host didn't play; he'd sit there by the court, under an umbrella, sipping his martinis and watching the black captain and me play. They had other men living...
Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....
30-year-old Deshaun Braxton couldn't believe the situation that he'd gotten himself into. He'd gone to Atlanta for Alpha Phi Alpha's Regional convention to handle business and had gotten into a complicated situation. Deshaun was the youngest member of his fraternity elected to a position as prestigious as his. He was an influential individual when it came t...
This is a homoerotic story set in an imaginary sultanate called Ras al Shahar located in the south of the Arabian Peninsula. The time is the late ninth century AD and the story starts in the year 870, some three hundred years after the birth of Mohammed, the Prophet of Islam. The place and characters are entirely a figment of the author's imagination whose o...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "The Sambia people are a tribe of mountain-dwelling people whose society is well-known by cultural anthropologists for its ritualised acts of male homosexuality. Among their more widely-recounted practices are semen ingestion and oral-anal contact, especially between males of inter-generati...