The first time I went to a "Gay" bath house I didn't know what to expect. I had a read about these places in the "pink" press. I had received numerous blow jobs on THE beach. SO I had an idea what went on inside and I knew I wanted "in" but what would it be like walking through the door and saying "Hi." I decided to go to one outside of the "community" on...
I guess I've always known I was gay, I mean even as a child when we neighborhood kids would play 'doctor' I always wanted to give checkups to the boys not the girls. I also learned at an early age that it wasn't right for boys to play with other boy's privates. I grew up confused by my sexuality and lived a life of denial. Eventually I repressed my desires e...
I flew back into Australia last Thursday, and while everything went well it was still thirty six hours of travel from door to door. When I got back to my little house on the beach I stripped out of clothes that just felt gross and got into the ocean as quickly as I could. While I felt like a beer or a whiskey it was only mid morning so I sat out on my deck...
A Sean Carrington Adventure. This Is Sweden. I was in my apartment in The Hague when the phone rang. Bjorn invited me out to meet his family in Stockholm for their midsummer celebration holidays. Bjorn had been my partner for almost a year now; we had met in Amsterdam one hot sunny day where he had propositioned me. Although I shared my concerns with Bjorn...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had planned on ending this story with the fifth installment, but felt like the story wasn't finished. So, I'm adding this part, with another on the way to finally conclude the story. ***** I didn't even want to go on that stupid field trip in the first place. Well, I did, when I thought Grady would be going, but his grandmother died and...
Chapter Five: 2014: Words. They floated past him, recognizable but unintelligible. Heard but not understood. Half in a dream he heard broken shards of conversations. "...miracle he's alive." "...wasn't his fault..." "...we don't know how well he will walk again..." "...days before we know..." "...won't be an easy recovery..." Swirled in and among t...
First attempt at creative writing. Please be kind. This is a true story. I had worked with Mike for a couple of years in a video store in a college town in the Midwestern part of the US, we would both end up as alumni of this university. I would say it was about 1987 give or take and Mike was a true cinephile and being far and away the smartest two people t...
All participants are over 18. ***** I am coming for you. Can you feel it? I see you sitting there in that café, enjoying your little meal, never suspecting that even now you are becoming mine. I could so easily join you, taking the seat across the table from you. Instead, I pass you by, touching your shoulder with my fingertips as I walk by. You barel...
All participants are over 18. ***** I give myself credit: it took some courage to walk into a police station filled with macho, notoriously sexist and homophobic policeman wearing a tattoo on my head that read CUMSLUT in bold red letters. The label wasn’t standing off my face by my choice; rather, an unhappy date on whom I passed out and vomited vindictiv...
I decided again that I would stop everything that could be considered a fling or an affair or extracurricular sex. I had gotten too obsessed with it. I went back to my normal routine but had been avoiding the gym for a while. There was really only one gym I liked going to but I was sure that I would run into Frank there. I started back a week ago deciding to...