My name is Jesse, and I am openly bisexual. A masculine bisexual. I come from a family were nobody really cares about your sexual orientation so, as soon as I turned 14, I knew it would be alright to have sex with girls AND with boys. I was a very premature guy, so I had my first gay experience when I was 15 with one of my friend who was 2 months younger tha...
I stood there, in front of the still-wet painting. It gripped me, pulled me in, made me tingle, feel on edge. I wanted it; I wanted to be it. I wasn't it yet. The painting was of me, but it somehow was more alive, more aroused, nearer the pinnacle. I could see it everywhere, mostly in the eyes, I thought. They were so alive, so satisfied and . . . completed....
"We will have the silence of Shunga." It was the first thing I'd heard the film director we were trying to land speak during the first production meeting on the movie Winter in Niseko. Knut Johansen was the reason we were freezing our tails off here in Oslo, Norway, in the winter. Atmospherics. Johansen was all about atmospherics. We could just as well have...
I had just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the new job. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and...
I had just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before starting the new job. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and o...
In more recent years I look back on my mid-1970s (and then again early 1980s) Bangkok adventure and just shake my head, wondering what we were thinking we were doing then and how shallow we must have been to be so totally focused on beautiful bodies and the striving for perpetual orgasm. I think that for most of those I played with for two-and-a-half years...
The shadow by the stairway to the Helios deck of the MS River God drew back and sheathed the blade that had been held at the ready lest a moonbeam cast its damning light on dark intent. Just moments to a death now. The increased intensity of the groaning and moaning from the only occupied lounger on the rooftop deck of Rhine River luxury cruiser told of th...
Johnny Wallace's body was beat up pretty badly. It definitely looked like a hate crime to me. But that didn't take much imagination to suppose. The man had been strung up naked on a saw horse and fucked with a club nearly the size of a baseball bat before being bludgeoned with it. Divine? retribution, I thought. I didn't spend all that much time with the bo...
It had been weeks since I'd seen the Indian doctor. I'd been propositioned by my boss, a Swede fifteen years older than me. And, basking in the new world the doctor had opened up for me, I'd let him fuck me in his room and then on his boat off the beach in Phattaya, a seaside resort for the super rich Thai and expatriates not more than a two-hour drive from...
Here is the third chapter. This is an experience that I really enjoyed, though only twice in my life. This has reference to my first mail. In my first job in India, with Kirloskar, I had to do a lot of travelling. Once I had to go to Madras, & I took the night bus from Bangalore. I was supposed to stay at my uncle’s house, but the bus got in at about 5am, s...