Once upon a time I got the use of the family car to go to Toronto and check out a bike I had heard about. At the time i was riding a Sears 10 speed that had cost the lordly amount of $65 dollars but had heard of a bike in Toronto selling for $1000 dollars. I made the trip up there, approximately 70 miles just to see it. That however was not the only thing I...
Britain and Rain. Two words that go hand in hand, however whilst there is a certain charm about the continual self-depreciating humour people from my country demonstrate when talking about the weather, the persistent overcast skies and drizzle we are so accustomed to experiencing do tend to curtail many activities that we enjoy. Especially, if those activit...
The next morning I woke up hung over as shit. I'm pretty lucky with hangovers in that I don't get vomiting sick. Mainly I just have a headache, fell dreadfully tired and thick headed. This morning I woke up to see Mark pinning Amber's butt to the gym mats with his cock. He was supporting himself with one hand, pulling her hair with the other. She was laid f...
'Rough Velvet' is my collection of short stories, focussing mainly homosexual male erotica, and is made for those looking to get to the heat of the moment a bit more quickly by painting vivid pictures for the imagination, rather than detailed story and character development. The series is all about presenting gay male eroticism, usually sans romance and inte...
You know the drill. All of this mythological goodness is property of the author and can't be duplicated in any way by anybody without permission of the author. This story is pure fiction; any resemblance to anything or anybody is in your own head dude. If M/M stories offend you or are illegal for you to view, leave. I love feedback, so email me! Home, at l...
This is intended to be the first of a series of short stories inspired by explicit Victorian pornography photographs. This story includes intimate natural smells, mutual male sexual activity and an open approach to natural bodily functions - if any of this doesn't sound like it's for you, read no further. If this excites you, let me know what you think of my...
The following is my half of a series of emails exchanged with a very dear man who shared many similar interests to me. Everything written is true, just read them as one man's thoughts and happy memories or else loving fantasies about being with his lover. As a new arrival to Auckland in my late teens I discovered there were men's "bogs" everywhere. It did n...
I was 24 years old when I got out of the military and enrolled in college back in the mid 1970s. As a married man with one child, I felt I needed to get my education to get ahead in the world. After a couple of weeks on the campus of a large southwestern university, I discovered something that would change my behavior for the next four years . . . glory hole...
Before I went to university in the UK I spent a year travelling, mainly in the US and Canada. I met loads of interesting people and saw lots of great places but most of all I discovered more about me. I had been confused about my sexuality at school. I had lots of girl friends but also knew that I could feel something different when I looked at my fellow mal...
I was 45 the first time I had sex with another guy. It was an event that had been carefully planned and waited for. When the opportunity surfaced, I acted accordingly. A casual observer would not have noticed anything unusual. But I did not fear the casual observer. I feared HIV and my wife finding out. Unlike many previous attempts and quits, this time my l...