Note 1: This story was written and is dedicated to a true wannabe faggot-cuckold Dave. Note 2: A special thanks goes to Estragon for his copy editing work. 1. THE BEGINNING I blame Literotica. No seriously...if it wasn't for Literotica, none of this would have happened. Now in all fairness, some would argue it is my fault; as it was my own stupidity a...
"Why don't you call him and see if he can come over this weekend?" Lynn asked in response to my question about when we might see Ben again. I took a long sip on my coffee. I hadn't thought about the prospect of getting together so soon and I wasn't sure I liked the idea. I was well past trying to deny that I'd found the inclusion of Ben in our sex life exhil...
I've had to do a lot of travelling and working away from home in the past month. I'm writing this stuck alone in a hotel room. I was very lucky to have been "picked-up" by a very handsome flight attendant (who like me is also Asian) when I was going up to Hong Kong for Chinese New Year. At first it was just a one-off hook up -- but he was happy to try Water...
Most weekends I go down to Hong Kong – I've got a "Fuck Buddy" there who's also into piss play. He's a very hot flight attendant and Asian like me. We're not exclusive – both of us play with others and I'm also in a long term relationship back home (Australia). My buddy is new to Watersports – I'm the only person he's done this with. He's told me that he's...
Of course I was nervous, I had modelled before, but not often, and always for a class. This was private. And for a guy. He said he wanted to take to draw me with an eye to producing a series of paintings. We arranged to meet, in a cafe near his house. I already had his address. We had a quick coffee, managed some moderate sized conversation, and went to his...
I was a partner and a practice-group leader at one of K Street's leading law firms. I was 49, divorced, just shy of six feet tall, and still sometimes called handsome; I worked to maintain my muscular build, although I was thicker around the waist than I had been when I was a younger man. Matt was an associate in my practice group and a recent lateral hire...
I can only relate this narrative now, since Rupert died last winter and my own professional career is some years past and beyond damage. Thomas Rupert left no family, and my own contributions to the discipline are said and done. But the singular nature and explosive excitement of that expedition -- my first fieldwork -- and the subsequent disruptive personal...
I'd known Matthias for about two years. We worked together, got to be pretty good friends out of work as well. Out of work started with the usual birthday drinks, leaving drinks, Christmas parties. He got me back into clubbing, he pretended that I got him into tennis. There were a few of us out just before one Christmas. Someone asked if I wanted a pill. A...
I do wonder though, sometimes, how I think of myself, it's a pleasant sort of curiousness. Am I a gay man who has a girlfriend? A straight man who has been with other men? As more one way than the other? As someone who declines to identify that firmly? Adjectives, not nouns. I suppose I think of that long flight home, Melbourne to Singapore to Paris, then...
How much I love the smell of Ivory Soap mixed with the musky scent of my dad. Takes the white bar from my dad's outstretched hand, grasp it tightly, so afraid of dropping it, making him think that I'm trying to be some sort of shower stall cliche'. Problem is, this is exactly what's going through my mind. I want him, wish he would ravage me, take me in his...