The Club The Gay Spider Strip Club opened its brass handled doors on a cool November Saturday at 4PM. Sage needed to make six hundred tonight, or his cat Pickles would be killed. He rolled his 2009 Camaro over the puddled parking lot at 3PM, he felt extra naked from his Brazilian waxing earlier. In a jean and Garfield t-shirt, he carried his thong and leggi...
I am on an overnight business trip to another city, and I visit a health club I have never been to before. I arrive just a few minutes after the club opens in the early morning and I appear to be the only customer. I change into my kit and go to the fitness room, where I see I am not quite the only user. At the far end is a man who looks Russian to me, wit...
So here I was. A few meters away from the entrance of Hump, one of the most popular nightclubs in the Village. I had already drank three shots of whiskey, and I was ready. I was ready for that experience I had wanted for so long... my first experience with a man. As soon as I entered the club, a few things hit me: the music was loud, most people were drunk,...
After making a stop at Matthews to walk the dog, I am on my way home to my couch. I arrive to find a mysterious car parked in the driveway. When I enter, I see that my wife is home and the bedroom door is closed. I knock on it and recover no answer, but I can hear the sounds of shuffling going on inside. I want to enter, but my fear is that Matthew might be...
Oral Friends Eight—Strip Club Adventure Part 2 This is the eighth story in my series. Each story is strictly fantasy. This is the product of my perverted brain! LOL. This one I have broken into two parts due to the length. This story also recounts events from previous stories but told from the viewpoint of Rich. I hope you aren't too bored and I hope heari...
Why can't I stop thinking about Adam? Why is it that whenever my focus strays, thoughts of him become magnetic? If I let myself drift, whole minutes pass by where I'm just envisioning the shape of his lips, or the glint in that thin, simple necklace of his. It's not even the memory of the sex we had that I keep coming back to. Although it was reinvigorating,...
The weather finally being nice on Wednesday, I rode to a nearby city to explore a different bathhouse. Checking the directions a last time, I noticed that Wednesday between 1pm and 2pm had a 15% reduced admission, a possible signal of it being quite empty then. Leading to the thought that motorcycling to the baths is a bit counter cyclical, as the best weat...
I waited until we'd almost reached Miami's airport, but I couldn't leave it here. "What's wrong, Zack? You've been pouty for days. You know I need this break." "Yes, I know. And I can't go, I know that. Once your scenes are in the can, my editing work begins," Zack responded. But he wasn't looking at me. It was as if he couldn't look at me. He just had with...
Background: Mark and I are active, vibrant retirees in our mid 60s. We enjoy many activities, both together and separately. Each of us has a "Bucket List" of things we want to do. We are alone, but we aren't lonely. Even though neither of us has close ties to our families, we don't let that stop us from living our lives. You might think of us as Doc Blancha...
This is a true story of how a military stud let me have him for a night. This was the first and only time I've made it with a straight guy. I'm one who believes all the "straight guys" who get it on with dudes are gay or bi and simply can't deal with it. I don't blame them nor hold a grudge nor judge. I'm just sayin. However, I'm not so sure about my milita...