A tale from the old gay sauna-bar in Bournemouth, UK. There used to be a massive sauna and bar for gay men in Bournemouth. My favorite part of it was a dark play area with private rooms, public rooms, and a bondage room. In the bondage playroom lived a bondage bench. It was designed to be knelt over doggie style with two padded shelves for legs and a padde...
As Brad walked down the streets of the Interracial Love section with Kevin, he noticed a black man frozen in place. "Kevin, why is that man not moving?" "Oh, that's what happens when an Author pulls a George R.R. Martin and doesn't update his or her stories in a while." Kevin pointed left. "That way leads to the Anal section. The Maxwell version of 'This W...
He gives me a taste of his world and I try not to feel out of place... Thanks so much for your positive, kind words about my work! It really does keep me going, even if the going is slow (for which I am sorry). * * * * * I am dragged out of the curiously dreamless solace of slumber by an incessant buzzing. My alarm- ugh. I reach under my pillow, where I k...
My name is Dick and this is the story of when I ended up in Homo-World, the adventures I had there and how it ended. It started a normal enough day, I woke up, took a shower, brush teeth etc. It was Sunday and I had nothing planned when Love called and asked "Hey, you have anything planned?" "Honey, it's Sunday. The only thing anyone ever plan...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
Written by: Bi.A.Piggy Reposted from other sites Standard Rules and licensing applies. This story comes from the depths of my mind. I am not a professional writer just someone who like to put the dirty ideas in his head online for others to enjoy. I don't care if you don't like my style. If you don't like what you're reading, close the window and read so...
Readers, please note this story has a lot of derogatory speech. Please don't think that I am homophobic in anyway shape or form. I am in fact a bottom/Vers bi guy and this kind of talk is a major turn on for me. Hope you enjoy part 2. ***** As I walked back into the bathroom I could hear the grunts and moans filling the air. I could still feel the cum drip...
Charles had moved into the spacious two story house two months ago. He was still getting settled. He hadn't had a chance to meet his neighbors, or satisfy his urges with anything other than his hand. He knew he could open up an app and scroll through the headless torsos, the flakes, the picture stealers and ghosters in hopes of finding someone to ride his di...
My downfall is almost complete but I get ahead of myself. I had just graduated from high school and would start college in September. I worked at a summer job at a printing company. The other guys were all older, mostly late twenties and thirties. Bill took me under his wing and showed me the ropes. A few days later he invited me over to his place. We had a...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...