Stepping into the public shower between the dressing area and the bathhouse proper, with the bar to the left, the spiral staircase leading to the dark area, the private booths, and porn theater to the right, I hung up my towel, took off my glasses, and saw a brown bottle on the upper shelf, where I had planned to place my glasses. Looking a bit more closely,...
Earthling officer finds male power in alien form As if we were floating in outer space with a background of the stars, with Saturn and its mind-blowing rings at upper left, T'krang slid into my ass with his huge, satanic-black cock. With the Gravity off, we floated mid-air in the ship's bunkroom as he jerked me in all directions with his lunges. Separated f...
Once you become a regular bathhouse visitor, it is difficult to resist remembering the pleasures found there. A male only sauna is a place to have unbelievable sex, whether feeling another man's soft lips slide down your cock, or laying on your stomach in a booth, offering yourself to be fucked. Such easy sexual availability is extremely seductive once indul...
Wednesdays have turned out to be the perfect weekday to visit the local bathhouse. Every other week, that afternoon is free, and my routine from entry to undressing to drinking a beer to heading up or downstairs takes maybe 10 minutes. Meaning that by 3:15pm or 3:30pm or so, I am among other naked men in the steambath, or watching gay porn. The last couple...
Having a few days available this fall, and considering how easy it is to make online plans to visit a major city in another country, I took another step in my growing experience of bathhouses, recreating the 70s vibe to a fun extent, with weed, music, and poppers. Though it did take a while to find the shop with a large selection of modern popper formulatio...
This is my first story here, I hope you guys like it and please comment. Thanks for your time. Btw please be patient I don't like rushing into having sex in fantasy. ***** Since none of the two had a car they started the long brisk walk to the station, they couldn't afford to miss the last train. Besides the very short conversation, Keith didn't say a wo...
Two Thursdays ago, I'd almost been fucked, the thought intriguing me since. The man whose sexy cock I'd sucked off after much mutual delight said, among a number of things, he was a regular Thursday visitor. Meaning that for the first time in my years of enjoying anonymous gay sex, I was actually hoping to meet a man. Not that an actual date had been fixed,...
People often ask me where I get my ideas from. I'm a romance novelist. Yep, I write those cheap and tawdry little paperbacks that fly off the shelves at the supermarket or the book store for $7.95 a pop; my books fill the afternoons -- and the shopping carts -- of America's housewives, fueling afternoon fantasies that their husbands can never fulfill. Oops....
Wednesday morning in Greg's bedroom at his office suite. Matthew was still sound asleep at 8:00 a.m., he was extremely exhausted from yesterday and last night. Greg woke up lazily and sighed as he saw Matthew's angelic presence beside him, his hair became unsecured falling close to his pretty lips, the head of his penis peeked through the covers as he got o...
It is dark, dank and there is little space. As this encounter goes on, the muscles of my back are pressed against the wall of the narrow alley, wearing against the taut fabric of a t-shirt already struggling to hold in the huge, muscled body it's stretched over. I let go of the train creep's head -- I haven't bothered to ask his name -- and let it fall forw...