I stepped out of the dark cubicle room, wrapped in a heavy cotton towel, and made my way through the dimly lit hallways that wound between the cubical-sized rooms that were all like my own 8-hour rental. The Club was one of two bathhouses in the Midwest college town that I'd recently taken up residence in. I had recently completed my degree in education and...
I took Shawn to the Westside Bar and Lounge as punishment. We were sailing up the New Jersey coast toward New England on a Summer Solstice group cruise, which had put in to Atlantic City for a night at the casinos. Although we were doing this cruise to have fun, I'd been able to finagle it into a business trip too. We'd reconditioned a forty-three-foot 1987...
I wrote this story after receiving multiple requests from readers who read Part 1. In keeping with the theme of the first story, some controversial bits have been included here. If you cannot handle such topics, this story may not be suitable for you. ***** Ronnie Really Gets His! It was not a pleasant day on campus. The day before, little protests had be...
"And I don't believe there's any place like Bar Harbor in the late summer. There's a beach just below my family cottage there where some of the hottest men come that time of the year. You'd fit in very well there. So, we really must . . ." Tim was looking out on the street from where he and Howard were sitting at the sidewalk café on Wisconsin Avenue. There...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
Prelude A soft, warm breeze blew in through the open veranda doors, causing the sheer curtains to billow into the room like puffy white clouds in the twilight. The breeze made me shudder as it caressed the thin film of sweat that coated my body. The movement of my body made Ben stir a bit against me. I was still impaled upon his cock. It had started going f...
The first time I was with Buddy, we didn't have sex. That was something of a turning point with me. I was a commodity. I had always been a commodity. Men paid for my time. But the time they were paying for always was for the sex. That is, it was until the first time Buddy paid for me. I knew the night he decided to pay for my time. I saw him talking to Hoag...
Although right to be proud, Tony wasn't a champion in either the length or girth department, so I managed to go down on him to the hilt and rise to the rim of his bulb and go down on him again in rapid succession in a reverse cowboy, which he seemed to appreciate a lot. My revolve move had him moaning. He was flat on his back on his bed in his balcony cabin,...
Chapter 4: Ceremonies and Consummations The tall dark man stood proudly at the side of his soon-to-be Spouse. His hair, as black as a raven's wing was shining, tied neatly in black silk ribbon at the nape of his neck. His deep brown eyes radiated joy. He was certain that on this day, his perpetually slightly stubbled cheeks were smooth enough to rival those...
Dr. Greg Phillips looked at his watch, it was 3:30pm on a Friday afternoon, and he only had one patient left, a young man named Jason Johnston. Dr Phillips was a 45-year-old psychiatrist, who thought of himself as a fairly decent looking man. At 5'10" and 190lbs, and a good build, he was a decent catch for anyone his age. Dr. Phillips really wasn't looking...