These events are hard to record in writing, not because they are distant in time and place, but because they reawaken such strong erotic feelings in me that I have to take several breaks in typing to relieve my arousal. It was not long after the first encounter with my shy college friend James that we agreed to meet again. We each confessed to having fantas...
I followed Mason into the cold embrace of his air conditioned home. As soon as the chilly air hit me I was struck by the reality of what we had just done. Without really thinking too much about it, I had just sucked his cock in the pool and swallowed a load of his cum. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that. "Do you need some more water?" Mason asked...
The bathhouse is a place where emotional attachments of any variety become meaningless in a sea of sensation, sex being the overriding framework, without any barricade to having as much sex as possible. Creating, or giving in to, opportunities as irresistible as feeling a new mouth replace the one that was going down on you while being fingered. A glance tha...
After weeks of being dominated by my Master, we were about to meet face to face for the firs time. I had a very clear image in my head on how this day would turn out, we had played out this scene many times since meeting online 5 weeks ago and now I am here, standing at Masters front door, building up the courage to knock the 3 times as I was instructed in t...
"I'm sorry, what was that you just said, Mrs. Pettington?" What a tiresome woman. I had just now been distracted from listening to her by the way she snapped her fingers at Kisula and then gave him a distasteful look when he refilled her coffee cup. "I said, Mr. Woolston, that I hardly think we need worry about these rumblings from the tribal huts. England...
Since the left side door of the paired booths was closed, going into the right side was the only choice. Like the choice to use some late afternoon free time to return to the first glory hole where I had felt a man's touch on my hard cock, the first place where I had rubbed my rigid length along another man's gorgeous turned on cock, and the first glory hole...
I want cock and cum, I need cock and cum, I crave cock and cum. I get the uncontrollable urge to be a gay gangbang bitch! It's a fantasy that only grows stronger with time. I've started the day using a dildo to stretch myself and get ready to really be pounded. I clean myself, dress in my favorite latex shirt and jeans. I'm anxious and apprehensive but I'm a...
Over the next few weeks, we get back to normal. On the surface at least. Things are still kind of strained between us, but we put on a good show for each other of pretending they're not. We don't mention Craig or what I'd said when we were watching TV. It's a Saturday night again. Jeff's gone to a party, but I don't really have the will to go out. Ever sin...
Arriving earlier than normal on Thursday, the bathhouse was still being cleaned and aired out, this being a comparatively cool August day after several hot ones. With the still ongoing construction/renovation in the previous darkroom section, the bathhouse has remained quite undisturbed in the other area. Again it took a while to get a beer, but considering...
The last two visits share a certain thread, one that is irresistible. Indulging in the sort of decadent fun associated with visiting a bathhouse, being anally pleasured in public. There are different varieties of anal delights, but it is unusual to experience them twice in a row. The first extended session involved the porn room, sitting on the top tier, s...