I recommend reading previous chapters to understand the characters and Rick's exploration and... I love your comments and input. Should the story continue? Thoughts? Feel free to message me on Forum. --------------------------- I woke up Saturday morning feeling refreshed, rested and ...confused. My idea had been to get away for a week of solitude, time t...
Looking toward another long, uneventful weekend in this Middle Eastern country, I decided to spend several hours in the desert tranquility. Hiking and catching up on some reading seemed the perfect answer to pass the time of day. Because it was never wise to venture into the desert by oneself, one of the Filipino workers volunteered to accompany me. Pulling...
Two days later Art showed up at my door wearing a loose bathing suit and carrying a towel. "Let me guess," I said, "you want to use my swimming pool." "Yeah, and I'm hoping you'll join me. Actually, I want to swim in the nude, and I hope you'll do that with me, too." "Of course I will. I need the exercise, and getting away from preparing lessons and readi...
A month after I graduated high school and just about a week past my eighteenth birthday life was about to become interesting. My dad's best friend had asked me if I would maintain his swimming pool and work in his yard while he and his wife went on vacation for the next two weeks. Tall pine and oak trees just outside the fence and stretching back several fee...
I'd read about the Honey Hollow swimming hole on a naturally dammed section of Cunningham Creek in the Baltimore Sun's travel section, and I'd never heard of it before, even though it was just up the road from Thurmont, where I lived. I'd heard of the Honey Hollow Reservoir, of course, because it provided water to Thurmont. It was up in a fold of the Catocti...
I have always enjoyed being nude. As a child my parents had a difficult time keeping a swimsuit on me in the summer. In fact, our family often skinny-dipped together on camping trips. I was fascinated by sleeping nude; feeling the cold cotton sheets against my skin. As a teenager, I loved going for bike rides in the country, swimming nude in a gravel pit pon...
"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
While living on the island of Cyprus, I developed quite a taste for young Turkish men. If you could get a good-looking, well-constructed Turkish guy before he got too far into his forties, you could almost guarantee you'd have something forceful, vigorous, straightforward, and good natured to play with. You also, quite often, would have a guy with a pretty h...
As the plane approached the landing at the Caribbean Island airport, I quickly dismissed my disappointment with my former girlfriend Andrea. At the last minute she had bailed on me and I was headed to an all-inclusive resort vacation by myself. I didn't blame her for cancelling as the other guy she was seeing had put pressure on her not to go on the trip. I...
I love Sundays. I'm the only person in the house who wakes up early on a Sunday. While the wife and kids snore away, I get to enjoy the mornings and have some "me" time. Most of the time that means I just make a coffee and watch something with my headphones in for a few hours, but sometimes, if the weather is good, I'll go fishing. I tiptoe through the hou...