After weeks of clear blue skies and hot days, the weather turned on Thursday. The motorcycle has been laid up for weeks (a minor incident months ago snowballing into weeks waiting for parts, and discovering wet clutches have fascinating differences with dry ones). But on cold wet days, not having to deal with rain clothes when visiting the bathhouse is not a...
A Summers Schooling After Charles had left me sprawled out on the tires in my garage I went to my bed with his hot cum still warming my insides. I had spent practically the whole day and a good portion of the evening either sucking his cock or with his cock inside me. Still I was not satisfied. It was an easy bet that had either he or I weakened and called...
All characters in the story are over the age of eighteen. * When I walked into my parents' house, I saw my mom on the phone. Shit, this can't be good. She was staring right at me. "Okay Rhonda, he'll do it. Six okay? It is? Great." I slung my back pack down on the couch. "What?" I asked. I was cautious of everything this woman did. "I just got you a job...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
Gay conversion story readers. An older man learns from the next generation how to truly live his life to the fullest. He was younger than I by more than 18 years. He was thin, lithely built, and was only 5'5" tall. More feminine than manly. Yet, when he told me to do something, something about him compelled me to obey. He changed my life and I'd like to thi...
The contrasts between visits can be striking. Sometimes, everything flows in glorious fun, and other times, one realizes just how much a role luck plays in the best visits. The memories from this visit are even hazier than normal, having spent easily more than an hour with my cock in several men's willing mouths, and at least a further half hour with a man'...
The last time I was in DC I decided to check out a gay bar I'd found online. The reviews were kind of mixed, so I wasn't too sure what to expect, but I figured I'd have one drink, get a feel for the place, and if I didn't like it I could always leave. As far as the reviews went, there were a few that called the place a dive, and a couple mentioned unpleasant...
Part 1 - Bring Him Home Sarah and I talked about our meetings with other men often. Nothing thrilled me more than taking another guy in my mouth. Nothing thrilled her more than being a part of the action. She always enjoyed sex and had quite the reputation back in college when we met. She even bragged about a contest she had with one of her sorority sisters...
Let me just begin by saying...I love my job. I get paid to fuck and be fucked and on my terms. Sure, I could become 'famous' and do the same thing in front of a camera; But the pay in my field is higher and the hours better. I'm not so sure the term 'hustler' is really the correct term for me. Gigolo just sounds so Richard Gere, and I've never had an affini...
Author's Note: There will be some mild bondage in this chapter. *** Arthur thought he knew how to keep things to himself, and that's what he decided to do. Don't say anything. Don't do anything. Just continue to exist as if nothing weird happened. He often told himself, "A bartender might've cut himself. Maybe a maid got a nosebleed. It's nothing. Blood...