This story continues from “first gay massage.” * After my first experience having a gay massage I was eager to have another so a week later I called Greg who was happy to hear from me, even happier to give me another massage, telling me he could fit me in as his last appointment for the day at 7pm which I agreed on. As I did last time, I showered well, a...
Note: This is the fist of a series of stories detailing the many erotic aspects of gay male bondage. Subsequent stories may include extreme buttplay, watersports and fantasies of rape. If you find such themes offensive, please do not read the Second, Third and Fourth Cycles which are forthcoming. * * * * * The empty loft was dark and cold. I was kneeling i...
"Hail to the Tutweilers. Charles, Anne, hello. So good of the American embassy to send a contingent to the polo match. And who might this young man with you be?" Marc looked up at the imposing figure astride the equally massive and magnificent horse. Charles had told him who the rider was before he'd broken away from his team after the first chukka and had...
"It's a great way to throw your money away; that's what it is." "Well, let's see, Pete. How much have you spent on the site's hookup service, and how many guys have you actually hooked up with?" "I've had some real hot conversations and cybersex with some of them," Pete sniffed. "Purely in cyberspace, right? At, what, a dollar a word?" John answered, with...
(Written for specific fetish request by SA) "The Hamiltons have asked whether you can go to Lexington with Mr. Hamilton for the Dressage at Lexington competitions in July, Santo. You'd be his groom for the three days there, and if you worked out well, you could stay on helping them here at Ash Creek Farms for the rest of the summer before you go back to s...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...
Last winter I decided to get back into snowboarding on a more regular basis. It was something I did a lot when I was younger and thought it would be better that sitting on my ass all winter. I got a season pass to the small resort that was close to my home and started riding a couple of time a week, that is, if you can call it a "resort", it's really just a...
The familiar, ominous image materializes before him of a narrow track in the woods opening toward him from a convergence of stark, bare-branched trees in the distance with a swirl of choking ground mist. Derek feels his heart racing and the essences inside him rising as, from the far end of the track, where the trees converge, the whirling figures form—white...
This story continues from "first gay massage." * After my first experience having a gay massage I was eager to have another so a week later I called Greg who was happy to hear from me, even happier to give me another massage, telling me he could fit me in as his last appointment for the day at 7pm which I agreed on. As I did last time, I showered well, a...
I had seen Lucas one more time before he left home for his freshman year in college. He stopped by to say goodbye just before heading off to his freshman orientation. It was about two months after that when, out of the blue, I got a Snapchat from Lucas: "Hey Dan, I'm going to be home this weekend. Can we go for a bike ride?" "Sure!" I replied, "Saturday mo...