Reader, it's been years since I wrote the first chapter. I'm sorry. I'll try to do better. ***** In fact I was at Tim's flat 10 minutes early. I was sitting on a bench in the internal garden of his large private housing estate, near the door to his block of flats. At 7.25, five minutes before the time of our appointment I felt a shadow near me and looked...
This story's a sequel to Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark. It's not necessary to read those stories first, but some things will make better sense if you do. * At the age of 20 and after my first experiences with male sex I acknowledged to myself that I was bisexual. But I wasn't going to be open about the fact that I liked to be with men. Sadly, bi...
(Authors Note: This is the 13th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03,04,05. Scott Ch01,02,03,04) * A week later my phone rang at an abnormally early hour, but knowing Bud never kept to the same schedule I answered it without bothering to check the caller id. On the other end was a...
A few weeks ago, it was a Friday night when Steve and I decided to hang out. We listened to music, drank a few shots and smoked a little. That evening, it didn't take long for me to get really buzzed and I ended up drifting off to dreamland earlier than expected. I remember dreaming that I was passed out on the sofa, but was woken up by the feeling of somet...
As the head of his fat five inch thickly veined cocky touched my oiled rosebud my heart leapt. I had a fluttering feeling in my chest as I anticipated the ecstasy to come as I lowered myself onto his throbbing manhood. I looked down at my man. At fifty-three, greying and bald, he nonetheless cut a fine figure in a tight-fitting white G-string, he'd told me h...
I was 45 the first time I had sex with another guy. It was an event that had been carefully planned and waited for. When the opportunity surfaced, I acted accordingly. A casual observer would not have noticed anything unusual. But I did not fear the casual observer. I feared HIV and my wife finding out. Unlike many previous attempts and quits, this time my l...
This is my third story, a chance encounter before meeting the beautiful black man I would settle in to gratifying exclusively for a wonderful couple of years. My next stories will be of him, and some new things he introduced me to. But I wanted to squeeze this one in. It was a onetime thing but it was great fun! * This is the story of a man whose interest...
At exactly 4pm I opened the door that led into the address on the ruler. A man greeted me at the door called me by name and ushered me inside. I had expected to enter into a foyer. I think I had imagined a dimly lit hallway that led to an apartment that Mr. George kept for clandestine meetings like this. Instead I found myself in a grandly appointed lobby th...
Well I was living with my cousin in upstate Michigan, and was very bored, and tired of having so little to do. I knew I had been submissive all my life and used to always be the Indian in Cowboys and Indians so I could get stripped and tied up by the Cowboys and Cowgirls. The only thing to do around here, (I thought) was hunt deer in the fall, so there wer...
I've been told to write this letter by the man I now live with. He believes it might encourage others in similar situations to find compatible lovers. I'm Jack, 28 years old, 5'8", 150 lbs, and considered good looking. I've been bisexual since I was a teenager, when I first fooled around with male friends. I continued playing with both men and women into my...