A year had passed since I had met the man of my dreams. He was old enough to be my father, had never told me his real name, and regularly called me a filthy whore. It was the perfect arrangement. I was taking classes at a community college far enough away from home that it made sense for me to have somewhere to stay while I went there. My parents thought I w...
Note from the Author: I've never actually played an ARG so my apologies if I've offended any ARG players out there or if I've misrepresented the genre. Honestly I just thought "Alternate Reality Gay" would make a fun title for a story so I tried to work it in. This is a story idea I've had for a while but I only just recently worked out the details. I hope...
Arriving a bit later than normal compared to my recent visits, it was obvious that a cool rainy Thursday spring day was an ideal reason to visit the baths. A reason shared by a nice variety of other men, including the slightly older and slightly heavier man that held the sauna's entrance door open for me, as we arrived at the same time, though from different...
My other recent bathhouse travel experience was to a male only sauna in a much larger and more international city considerably north of where we live. I had read about it on the net, and after doing a bit of something resembling research, had a grasp of changed details within a familiar setting. Like fees for private rooms - the sort of spaces freely availa...
This Sunday, showing up just at 2pm, a steady stream of other visitors arriving, caused a five minute wait at the counter before getting my beer. Having smoked a bowl just before entering the sauna, the beer's cool wetness was welcome. I went upstairs first, finding it empty except for one heavy set man in the porn area on the lowest level, next to the wa...
"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...
I could hear Stella Langer braying from across the room. And the noise was getting closer, so, without turning around, I knew she was headed in my direction. I steeled myself; I wanted to have this conversation with her, but it was such a chore to keep her on topic and to see that she kept her hands to herself. She had called to tell me that she had a propo...
But never mind all that! I hate that I am writing my own set of rules for the supernatural species, but I can't help it. Enjoy the show XOXO *** Fenris stared at the man in his sleeping bag. He was short, maybe 5'8". He had short curly black hair and though his eyes were closed, Fenris could remember the dark brown pools that shone from within. He was fai...
All characters in my story are over 21. *** I was traveling through Florida and stopped for the night in Panama City Beach at a small hotel a short walk to the ocean. He was checking in as I headed for my 2nd floor room. I waited outside on the balcony overlooking the office area. He came out and headed toward his room, climbing the stairs towards where I...
We were back in those dimly lit bathroom stalls. Robbie stood before me again, hurriedly shucking his jeans to the floor. He was pulling that thick cock from his underwear again and I felt like a magnetic force was drawing me forward. I sat with my back against the cool surface of the porcelain, grabbing Robbie's dick by the base and guiding it to my lips. A...