This is the story of my first train and how it came about. This happened way back, in the days before we'd even heard about AIDS or HIV or anything like it. I was twenty-two at the time and had been going to this one particular adult theater in town for several months. I liked this place because they had two screens, one playing straight films and the othe...
* Jeff * Mindful of Daniel's position, I dropped him off at his apartment Tuesday morning before coming to rehearsal. I hated letting him out of my sight, even knowing that we would be seeing each other again at the theater in less than an hour. My usual instinctive sense of discretion, ingrained after the years Timothy and I spent in the Hollywood scene, s...
This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow u...
"I really do worry about you. When did you eat last?" "Please, please, don't stop," Marc whimpered between pants. "Finish me, please. Don't make me wait." "Now you want it," the dance master laughed. "We'll see how badly you want it." The two young men were lying on a pile of old costumes in the dark corner of the back of the stage behind the wings. The d...
This is my true story of how it happened over 60 years ago, and I still remember it like it was last week. It was my first and only gay experience. It was the summer of 1947 and even though I was 19, I was a late bloomer and still a virgin. Billy was my best buddy and we were like the brothers we never had for almost half of our lives. The same schools sin...
"Oh shit . . . Oh SHITTT!" "Am I hurting you? Tell me, if so. I don't want to―" "Oh, god, no. Faster, deeper. You are so big—so beautiful. Oh, god, no, don't stop. I haven't . . . in so long. Ohhhh, SHIT Yes!" "I'm not hurting your legs? This position's OK?" Guy's legs were running up Craig's naked torso to his shoulders on either side of his head as Cra...
This story is a side story that takes place six years before the main events of the story between Dennis and John. It tells how Bill and John first met. ********************************************* THE SWIM TEAM, PART VI.V -- WHEN BILL MET JOHN SIX YEARS AGO It was that time of year again--summer--and that meant one thing: theater season. It was all his...
In the early 1990's, there was a gay theater on the East side of 8th Avenue between 42nd and 43rd Street. It had a main area, a big room with theater seats and a stage where porn stars danced, a small theater with a screen and theater seats, and another with folding chairs and a large video screen. The first time I went, after seeing an ad in the Village V...
In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks...
Last summer, I found myself in Nashville, TN, attending some education seminars for my work. While there, I found a jazz club that was celebrating Mardi-gras, and I spent two evenings there watching women bare their tits for a green necklace, or other prize, from the group that was playing there. The music, the food, the tits and people made for very enterta...