To new readers: Sorry, this chapter isn't going to make very much sense if you haven't yet read the rest of Backstage Romance. To all the readers of Backstage Romance who voted, commented, and sent me e-mails letting me know how much they've enjoyed this story: Thank you so very, very much. I'm truly sorry it's taken me so long to get back to them. The las...
* Daniel * The rest of the week flew by in a giddy blur. We didn't say anything to the cast about our plans for the future, but something must have showed in our faces. Angela took one look at me Tuesday night and gave me a dazzling smile. Heather managed a weak one—as it turned out, she was indeed suffering from morning sickness. Christina pulled me aside...
After practice for that night's performance and a shower, with Trent walking somewhat gingerly after his fantasy night at the Brazilian's command—the walk a bit wavering even though the ship was now steadily docked at the Nassau cruise line pier—Trent found himself gravitating back to the Schooner Bar for the prenoon jazz set of Dean and Buzz. By all rights...
IF YOU'RE HORNY AND ALL ELSE FAILS Wally worked with the project team in a Chicago suburb and for the first couple of weeks he was swamped with work. He still played softball on Monday night and then he was on a 6:00 AM flight the next morning to O'Hare airport. The office was short drive from the airport and three of them shared a taxi. There were long day...
I was met in the baggage area of the Munich international airport by a florid, slightly oversized man, obviously Germanic, who apparently knew who I was, although I didn't have a clue who he was beyond him having introduced himself as Hans when he approached me. They obviously wanted it that way and I was at their command. I didn't actually have any luggage...
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This is something that I had fantasized about for a very long time. Now the time had come to take the plunge. I was standing at the front door of a gay bathhouse. This is a big step! I have been to adult book stores and received anonymous blow jobs from strangers, but this is a whole new level. I took a deep breath and opened the front door. Now I was stand...
In more recent years I look back on my mid-1970s (and then again early 1980s) Bangkok adventure and just shake my head, wondering what we were thinking we were doing then and how shallow we must have been to be so totally focused on beautiful bodies and the striving for perpetual orgasm. I think that for most of those I played with for two-and-a-half years...
It just cannot be described how physically obsessed and addicted I am to pure, unprotected, gay adult bookstore sexual bliss! I just can't stop it, nor will I ever! I know this, and I've excepted this. The crazy thing is that I have a life with a girl and a very good and respectable position in the community. BUT OH BOY, if they only knew how rotten and filt...
I lied to my wife; well sort of. I told her that I was meeting friends from work for lunch, but what she did not know was that I had canceled those plans. I had something else in mind, but I was loath to do it. It had been a long time, but there is something inside of me, a deep need and desire, that makes me need to do it from time to time. I drove for...