Mike was having quite an interesting dream. To begin with, he found himself lying under a tree, his arms behind his head, while someone gently slid their mouth over his erect shaft. It had that surreal quality that all dreams had, where the sensations were muted, but unmistakable nonetheless. Either way, he didn’t often have erotic dreams, so he decided to e...
A short tale in a somewhat over-done sub-genre. I hope I put enough of a spin on it to keep it from being a cliché. Let me know if I failed, but gently, please. Thanks, as always, to LarryInSeattle. Enjoy. ============== "Mister, uh, Herrera, can you tell me what's been bothering you?" I pulled the exam bay's glass sliding door closed as I spoke and pull...
I found I had a carefree weekend on my hands, so I had driven into the small town to answer an ad for a classic Triumph convertible that I might want to add to my collection. But I had been up and down the Park Street address given in the ad several times without finding the house I was looking for. So, I just parked my car and started hunting on foot. I did...
About a year ago, I was suffering greatly from a pinched nerve in my neck. I had been to a chiropractor a few times, but it just didn’t seem to help. One morning, I was looking in the paper, in the personals. I ran across an advertisement for massages. The ad read “Masseuse for What Ails You”. By the phone number, I could tell that the person was located fa...
Surrounded by at least another half dozen naked men having sex in the darkroom, finally taking a break after an extended period doing poppers with another man as the crowd grew around us. I'd almost cum several times, played with several cocks, and gone down on the first man who had entered the space. A man riding at least his second cock, feeling the motion...
(This story continues as the two good buddies Will and Mike have had one steaming and very physical sex session in Will's kitchen. You can click the link to find the first installment. Hope you enjoy this.) * Will and I had burgers off the grill for dinner, along with some chips and a beer. We sat chatting on his back deck while the sun descended beyond th...
It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body's experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it. Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any...
Arriving promptly at the bathhouse's opening time on the day before New Year's Eve, the number of visitors was surprising. Four other men were around as I paid, and easily 8 other men were in the locker area at a time, the total in flux as people came and left as I quickly undressed. At the bar, the number of new visitors did not decrease, though there were...
Hunter waved at the two angelic faces smiling at them from the computer screen. "Love you, Caleb. Love you, Jordan." Two high-pitched squeals erupted from the speakers. "Love you, Daddy. Love you, Papa. When you comin' home?" "We'll be home to tuck you into bed tomorrow night. You be good for Grandma." Echoes of 'we will' rang through the room. As the squ...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...