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...
In the cold grayness of winter, a bathhouse's lures are irresistible. The sliding hands and legs in the whirlpool, the warmth and full contact of the dark room, hits of rush in a porn cabin, the shared sweatiness of the steambath, soaping my hard cock at the public shower while looking at other men, wondering about who will be playing with who, so many poten...
The weather mid-fall crisp and clear, parking just three car lengths from the entrance to the bathhouse almost precisely at 3pm, a full hour after the Saturday opening time, all good omens. Now, anticipation started growing into horny desire, considering how a month had passed since my last bathhouse visit. And it had been a year since my first visit - well,...
Writer's note: This story contains dominance, submission, gay-for-pay, spanking, and some humiliation in public places. Just a heads up in case that is not your cup of tea. *** I took Prasang shopping in Central Bangkok, in the area known as Siam. Everything is cheaper in Thailand and I stocked up, buying myself beach Ts, long, flowing cargo shorts, and a...
Wednesdays have turned out to be the perfect weekday to visit the local bathhouse. Every other week, that afternoon is free, and my routine from entry to undressing to drinking a beer to heading up or downstairs takes maybe 10 minutes. Meaning that by 3:15pm or 3:30pm or so, I am among other naked men in the steambath, or watching gay porn. The last couple...
I walked along the breach for a few miles to get away from other bathers and sun seekers. After I passed the deserted section the beach, I continued for about another mile and eventually found and settled at an isolated spot near the plant growth about fifty feet back from the waterline. I spread out a wide beach towel, stripped all my clothes off and went i...
This is a description of one extraordinary visit, in two parts. Riding home against the coming rain, enjoying pushing the bike near its limit, feeling the rain start just a mile or so from home. And the entire time, smelling the scent of several partners, particularly the sexy reminder of how good it smelled while rimming a man, one who had already sucked m...
After the four men left, Mark was too stupefied to move, and just laid on the grass while thinking about how incredible the last twenty-four hours had been. Just the morning before, he'd been a virgin. Now, he'd had two cocks rammed up his ass, had sucked two cocks, given a hand-job to another man, and received several blow jobs. And as if this wasn't surre...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...
This particular evening I found myself alone again. You know that lonesome, I need to be with people feeling that you can only fully appreciate if you've ever been in a loving relationship and suddenly it's over, and you are truly alone. That deep longing for a touch, an acknowledgment of being wanted by somebody, at this point, anybody? Yeah, that feeling....