Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
It was the second night of Pride in Orlando, and I was at the pool party that was happening at my hotel. The music was thumping so loud that I could feel the bass in my chest. All around me were some of the hottest men I've ever seen wearing next to nothing. I wasn't wearing anything but skimpy swim trunks I found online myself. Beach balls were flying throu...
Ah, the coolness of a margarita, poolside! I didn't really want to go to the neighborhood pool party, but my wife persisted and I finally relented and I had to admit it was a lot of fun. It was Memorial Day and 104 degrees. The hosts had rented a Margarita machine and it was doing its job like a pro, thankfully. We played volleyball in the pool and munched o...
Braden couldn't believe he was actually going to the Fourth of July party. He was in his car on his way back over to his friend Nathan's house—the same house where only a day prior he had taken his first fucking from his father's sizable cock. He had fucked him in the ass on the massage table. And then he had cum in his mouth—even as Braden could taste h...
"Holy hell, what a view!" Rob exclaimed as we looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows of our hotel suite -- he took the words right out of my mouth! We were in Italy, the European leg of the tour had begun with two nights in Barcelona from where we'd gone to Nimes in the south of France to play in the Roman amphitheatre where I'd always wanted us to perf...
I had always thought that about the only thing you could do on a pool table was play pool, but the Taylor brothers went to great length and depth to teach me otherwise. I'd met the three brothers on the beach at Pataya, Thailand. Their family owned a hotel construction company and was making money hand over fist in throwing up fancy hotels in downtown Bangk...
He was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Any three of those were good enough to make me hard. I immediately went hard for him. His name was Manuel. I guessed Brazilian from his bronze skin color. But then we were only ninety miles from Cuba. I was on a punishment assignment from the Ag...
I could not have been in any steamier place or time for my sexual awakening. Bangkok, Thailand, in the eighties was sin city extraordinaire. Anything went there; everything was tolerated. It was a mai bin rai ("nevermind; whatever, it's OK") place, and everything was not only tolerated, but it also was on offer—and almost always for free or at a very good pr...
***Mom gets more interested in Allen's gay side... For the next two weeks, things had been going about the same way. Daily, I was able to fuck Allen in his tight little ass, and we were sucking each other every chance we had. Allen was getting better and better at taking large dildos in this ass too, something that he quite enjoyed. He had his girlfriend...
God, I can't believe my eyes. I quickly slip on my sunglasses, both shielding my eyes from the sun and disguising the direction of my gaze. Yes, it's Adonis himself, leaning sultrily against the guardrail outside his third-floor apartment, nude but for a tight-fitting pair of boxer-briefs. Calvin Kleins, I'll bet. The white material is striking, because of...