All characters are over 18. This story takes place in 1989, before cellphones made it easier to call for help in a situation like this. ***** I had just looked at my watch—three a.m.—when the limousine started following me. I was walking up one of the city's main thoroughfares, heading home after visiting with some friends. It had been a night of movies...
Spring has arrived, and due to an unexpected confluence of events, my afternoon was free to ride to another, fairly old, bathhouse, an hour away and on the fringes of a city in another state, over the natural border formed by a river. It was a Saturday, just missing the two days a week this bathhouse allows women admittance. A fact I've mentioned to my wife,...
"You're kidding right?" Vince grabbed Diante's hand, giving an evil eye to his other best friend. Diante' sighed, "I surely hope you are. You did just say, you ain't gay!" "Whateva, listen. It's just..." Jared shook his head, putting his hands over his eyes. "I wanna make sure I'm bi, okay. I'm gonna always love women. If I get turned on, then I know I'm b...
This is a story of a fun encounter I had with a homo in Sacramento, CA back in the late 80s. I was in pretty good shape back in those days, being a gym rat, and this was one time I think looking good physically really paid off. Come to think of it, this might have been the only time in my life somebody picked up on me: I was in my mid- 30s and working for t...
"No. No." Luke cried, as he woke up. Waking to find his hand on his cock, cream up his belly, and that he was lying on sweat damp sheets. It had been another one of those dreams; no nightmares, he thought. He was having nightmares. This dream/nightmare generally started out the same way each time. He was walking through a park, or anyway through somewher...
Sitting on his trusty steed, Jonah was thinking of his game plan right before he made his run. He eagerly anticipated his run knowing the hard work and time he has put in on his mare Jetta. He knew that if anyone could beat the fastest time of the day it would be her. "Ok Jetta its now or never. We've worked too hard and its time to show what we can do!" T...
Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having se...
"Knowing me, I'm not going to change and this conversation is pretty much a waste of time," I said as I packed my things into a suitcase. I'd had enough. "Knowing you, you're not going to give up until you get your way and this time I'm not giving in. So if you're giving me a choice then I choose the door." I couldn't believe he had the nerve of suggesting w...
This is my second try at writing a full short story. The story is based on my fantasies and on me, a trans gay guy in his 40s, 5'7, 150 lbs, short dark/graying hair. Muscular, hairy, but trimmed around the crotch. Five years of hormones has given me a 2 inch clit always hungry for a blowjob. * * * He woke up from his afternoon nap with a hungry ass. With...
I had never thought I was gay. I've always been crazy about girls, always attracted to them, obsessed with porn involving women. The only time men turned me on was in the pictures with the women, but it was always the female bodies that made me hard. Nobody who knows me would ever think I was anything but very heterosexual. Since I was a kid I always had a...