Author's note: While it's set in the same spa as the other chapters of A Visit to the Spa, these stories are focused on Nick, a spa employee, rather than Sammy and Brandon! ***** "So, you're one of our new massage therapists?" Ryan, the big blond member of the security team looked up from his clipboard. Nick nodded. He was feeling a little nervous, which...
Once again Bobby's afterglow faded and finally he was able to make himself sit-up. Still Bobby was somewhat dazed. As his sense of reality somewhat came back to him he noticed something odd, "Where's Jake?" "You just noticed," said Jerome with a deep chuckle. "He's been gone for ages, but I guess you have been a little distracted." For a second Bobby felt...
The gun clatters as it slides across the uneven floorboards, coming to a rest at Daniel's right foot. He stares at it, noting how the dust motes swirl angrily around it in the light of the setting sun. It was once a beautiful weapon. He remembers walking past its display case many times and admiring its ivory handle, intricately carved with complex designs....
Every hair on John's body stood up when he heard the door close in the other room. But then, that's a normal reaction when you are about to experience what is to be an extremely intimate and unfamiliar activity. A few moments later his whole body jumped when he felt someone grasp his ankles and pull his legs apart pair and climb up on the gurney between them...
It started after I was released from my time of slavery. But I still had the cravings, the need to feel used. I was living on my own, having been raised very well by my widowed mother but with no strong father figure, I was easy prey. I won't elaborate on that, it's been so very long now that the memories grow hazy. This time of my life lasted from age 18 un...
Its 1980, I have been at College near Soho London for two years, every day walking the same route, past the strip joints, nodding at the familiar gangster here and there, past the porn shops past the adult movie houses and past the gay cinemas. Every day, never venturing in ay head down walking quickly to my destination. Yet every day I feel that urge that d...
I've always had an affinity for older men, but these days it seems I'm either the older man or one of the older men involved when there's sex play. But recently I was fortunate to meet a man who at seventy-one made for the widest margin in age I'd been with in quite a while. John and I met at a rehearsal for a school function in which my granddaughter and...
John quickly ate his supper. His parents asked him why he was in such a rush. John told them he had a date. Who's the lucky girl they asked? Oh, someone I met at the gym today. You don't know her, he replied. He excused himself from the table and hopped in his older Camaro and drove to Carl's house. He was early as he pulled into Carl's driveway, it was 7:1...
Gordon Dewey was celebrating his 19th birthday alone, like he often did, but this was different. He was new in the city, having just moved to Troy to attend college, and had found out that he was no better at making friend here than he had been back home. At close to six foot tall, Gordon was only slightly plump that fall of 1972, having shed about 40 poun...
I'm not going to tell you one of those too good to be true stories that you always read on these kind of sites. This is an account of my first sexual encounter with an older man, or any man for that matter. I had always had gay tendencies although I had never built up the courage to act on it. I had always fantasized about sex with men. I had even masturbat...