It had been a number of weeks since my last visit to the baths, and the number of men waiting as I arrived just before 2pm was encouraging - particularly as it was not too many. The opening crowd was small enough that I got my beer promptly after sitting at the counter. It is definitely a part of my routine, as always a nice accompaniment to what had been sm...
While this stands alone, my previous story "First" gives more of the back story to where I'm coming from. A middle-aged man who's discovering that being a husband, father, and leader at so many levels for so many years also needs release from those responsibilities. A release that can't come from those close to him lest it creep into his everyday life. The s...
I trudged down the snowy trail and saw her waiting for me. My pride and joy stood before me, beckoning me towards it with its' seductive air of elegance as well as grace. She was a sleek black Enzo Ferrari and she was simply beautiful. She had a 12 cylinder mid-engine berlinetta and was built using Formula One technology, such as carbon-fibre body, F1-style...
He had packed a bag before leaving for the pharmaceutical plant out near Christiana Mall that morning. He had a fairly easy commute for Wilmington, Delaware. Whereas most faced heavy traffic coming into the center city, he, with his long-suffering wife, two nonresponsive daughters in college, one lazy dog, and two selfish cats, lived in the exclusive Wawaset...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations, as well as breathplay and autoerotic asphyxiation. * "Have you ever engaged in autoerotic asphyxia?" I really should have seen that one coming. I think my face turned scarlet. Jeez, don't you believe in foreplay? I searched long and hard on the dark web to...
I consider Amsterdam as the highlight of my summer of 1970 high school-to-college gap year fuck trip around Europe. My parents had given me enough money for the trip down along the Rhine River from Bavaria to Amsterdam and then across to England, but I wanted a car too, so I did what I could to cover travel expenses by selling my ass to men along the way. I...
Author's Note: Bourbon Street might look a little different now than when I last visited New Orleans and lived elements of this story out as an undergrad, but the two gay bars I spent the night crossing between are apparently still there. Almost all of the action will be in the second chapter. Dakota felt his relationship with Trent fraying more with every...
* Jeff * Timothy and I hadn't seen or spoken to one another in more than six years. He still looked fantastic, impeccably dressed, with his beard close-trimmed. He was always fanatical about keeping his facial hair perfectly groomed, I remembered. He looked surprised and amused, and I suddenly realized I was standing almost naked in front of him. "Timothy!...
Part 1: In which I aquire a manager to pimp my sexual prowess... I'm not going to pretend things to you. I'm not going to lie. My life is out of control. I've had a lot of guys. A lot of guys have had me. Maybe it's my naughty streak, my devilish grin. As a serial slut I've probably had more men than is humanly healthy. And done things, far too many things...
Chapter 8: The Outcast The pod is near the middle of the North Pacific Ocean. They swim mid-water, about a mile under the surface. Triton Kaiken looks onward with keep, sharp eyes with his son, Adra Merrick, scanning ahead of him, at his side. From a far distance, Triton Kaiken spotted a moving object, however, he decides to allow Adra Merrick the chance to...