I have to piss but am afraid. I am afraid of what will happen if I take the last gulp from my beer, stand up and quietly walk past the assortment of Chantilly laced and leathered men to the restroom. Call me dull-witted, naïve or just distracted but, yes, here I sit in what appears to be a... a gay bar. Yeah, yeah, I guess it's my own fault. Perhaps I was a...
This story is a side story that takes place six years before the main events of the story between Dennis and John. It tells how Bill and John first met. ********************************************* THE SWIM TEAM, PART VI.V -- WHEN BILL MET JOHN SIX YEARS AGO It was that time of year again--summer--and that meant one thing: theater season. It was all his...
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...
As Damien stepped into his apartment, Brad was watching the end of the evening NBA game. He was visibly excited sitting on the edge of their living room sofa. A number of empty beer bottles on the coffee table, a few cigarette stubs in the ashtray, and one smoldering Malboro butt on his thin lips. Brad has been Damien's roommate for almost a year now. They w...
Friday came, and it found me filled with emotion. Nervous, excited, horny, scared. Truth be told, I was about to go away for a weekend with four men that, outside of how they look naked and taste, I knew nothing about. I had taken the morning to primp myself. Once again, bathing and removing every ounce of body hair making my toned tan body look just that mu...
A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn't quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another. I didn't want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our...
I cracked the door to the suite, Henry's was note still crumpled in my fist - his bold, all-caps letters smudging against my palm. I was dead tired from my powerful fuck session with David, but my petering energy was enough power to keep me rolling around in bed thinking about that stupid note. Alex Owens, that name echoed in that hollow space of my brain w...
This is chapter 2 of my story. The story picks up after a chance encounter I had a few weeks after my high school graduation. That encounter took place with a former teacher in the restroom of a local motel lobby. Mr. Mack, my former teacher, introduced my curious young mind and body to the pleasures of male on male oral sex in that restroom. The next 2...
It was early afternoon when the meeting ended and I was heading back to my office. During the course of the meeting I drank several diet beverages and needed to visit the restroom before heading to the parking garage and my car. I walked toward the elevator and on my way passed a Ladies Room so I figured if I passed the elevator lobby I'd find the Men's Room...
I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...