To new readers: Sorry, this chapter isn't going to make very much sense if you haven't yet read the rest of Backstage Romance. To all the readers of Backstage Romance who voted, commented, and sent me e-mails letting me know how much they've enjoyed this story: Thank you so very, very much. I'm truly sorry it's taken me so long to get back to them. The las...
His rimming tongue had brought me to the point of deciding to do a hit of rush, for only the second time today. Several men in the darkroom had already sucked and played with me as I played with them, caressing nipples or stroking horny dicks, or fingering soft asses. After almost cumming a couple of times, it seemed a good point to return to the temptations...
It had been a long flight. The change over in Dubai had been tiring, just killing time to when the next flight took off. Then the joys of immigration, queuing with 100s of other tired and miserable people, just waiting to get through the desks, pick up luggage and get to the hotel. And here he was, safely checked into his Bangkok hotel, 2am and yet, due to t...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. Note: This story contains scenes of bondage and domination between consenting adult males. It's late afternoon. The corridors of the campus swimming center are quiet. The crowds, the reporters, all of the media have finally left. My office is in a part of the building they don't get to see. I'm waiting there no...
The Moon nestled on Her throne in the Heavens, looking as pure as the most priceless diamond while Her pristine bluish white rays descended onto Earth. The stars twinkled in the moonlight, as though doing a dance to entertain Her as well as everyone else on Earth. I watched the entire performance play out across the night sky. It left me feeling breathless a...
My friends -- my deepest apologies for taking so long to submit this chapter. I greatly appreciate all your comments and wanted to make sure I incorporated many of your suggestions. I realize this is a bit of a unique story and I understood the concerns of a few it had grown stale. However, I also acknowledge the desire of many that I continue. I'm trying to...
Arriving earlier than normal on Thursday, the bathhouse was still being cleaned and aired out, this being a comparatively cool August day after several hot ones. With the still ongoing construction/renovation in the previous darkroom section, the bathhouse has remained quite undisturbed in the other area. Again it took a while to get a beer, but considering...
When I entered the steam room—Mr. Stewart had refused to call it a sauna, saying that wasn't manly enough—the others were already there. Mr. Stewart and Mr. Williams were sitting on the upper tier of wooden benches across the wood-paneled room from where Mr. Stewart gestured me to go. They were both naked, sitting on their towels. Mr. Williams had his hand o...
The baths are undoubtedly the easiest place in a city to have male group sex, after allowing for individual circumstances during any single trip. After more than a hundred visits over the last few years, basically all of them involving satisfying sex with other men, often writing about the experiences afterwards, leads to a few general observations. Visitin...
Parker and I met on an early June afternoon under the Spirit of St. Louis in the Boeing Milestones of Flight Hall of the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum. We were both there to study about Charles Lindbergh's use of the plane to take the first trans-Atlantic flight in 1927. Having established we both were students of the period between the two wor...