Sitting in blue-tinted fogged dimness, slumping against the smoothly tiled damp wall, spread legs keeping me from sliding further down along the slick surface of the bench, my condom covered cock was being driven to the edge of exquisite pain and overwhelming pleasure by the biting of a kneeling stranger. A man whose own covered cock I had been sucking a cou...
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...
This is pure fantasy, fiction, but a little bit of hope embedded. It's Friday, I'm leaving work, and I drive straight to his house. It's about 2 hours and I spend every weekend up there, serving him, pleasing him, attending to his needs, and in return, he takes care of me. I pull into the driveway a little later than normal, traffic was a nightmare, as i...
Chapter 6: Griffin versus The Universe GRIFFIN The rest of the week goes by just fine and for once, things start to feel more normal. Chase and I are hanging out in the same ways we always did- except for a few times he's pulled away by Caleb. I've learned to accept it- knowing that this sorta thing happens whenever either of us is seeing someone new, so I...
:: Robby and Michael :: If someone were to have told Michael Winston that he would be this happy, he would have told him that he was crazy. He looked across the store and smiled. The tiny space was packed with people and he had been so busy that he realized that he was going to have to find a larger place. The publicity that he had received after the grand...
I always hated stereotypes. At least, that was my excuse for resenting anyone who assumed I was gay. A guy can be fabulous and into clothes and still be attracted to the opposite sex. And I have been attracted to girls as far back as I can remember--that's no bullshit. Girls love a guy they can go shopping with. "Metrosexual" was what they called me, and I w...
Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my...
Surrounded by at least another half dozen naked men having sex in the darkroom, finally taking a break after an extended period doing poppers with another man as the crowd grew around us. I'd almost cum several times, played with several cocks, and gone down on the first man who had entered the space. A man riding at least his second cock, feeling the motion...
It had been a number of weeks since my last visit to the baths, and the number of men waiting as I arrived just before 2pm was encouraging - particularly as it was not too many. The opening crowd was small enough that I got my beer promptly after sitting at the counter. It is definitely a part of my routine, as always a nice accompaniment to what had been sm...
Chapter 4 – Twink on the Dancefloor Now, let's bitch about my dating life. I can pull in all kinds of girls, but can never bring in guys. Or at least the ones I want. If they meet my criteria looks-wise, they turn out to be bottoms. If they are tops, something about them seems sketchy. One time, I gained the unwanted attention of some bears and Preston...