It was a usual train ride from my home town to the Hoboken train terminal in New Jersey where I would then catch the path train in to NYC for school. It was 1976. I was 19 years old and a freshman at Columbia University. As always I would stop off at the men's bathroom in the Hoboken terminal to urinate before continuing on my journey, but more for the chanc...
I worked in The Hague; after Luca returned to Italy to work in his father's factory in Milano, Sundays were quite. This Sunday, for a change, I took a 30 minute train ride into Amsterdam. After arriving at Centraal station I walked in the general direction of Dam Square, where I was propositioned. By being asked how much; ok it was a hot day, I was wearing...
I have been coming to this site for years, but this is my first submission. This story is true and happened to me. *** I was a 35yo bisexual man who was visiting London. One day I took the channel over to Paris and discovered what a truly romantic city it was. I visited some sites, rode some buses, and was riding the Metro (Paris subway) back to the train...
With the spring semester complete, school was out for the summer, I now had three months with no papers, tests or required reading. I was happy that I had been able to maintain such good grades over the past semester, considering all of the turmoil in my life that took place prior and during the semester. I had signed up for my fall classes on the first day...
Lost Cause April and May, 1865, Danville, Virginia The next two months were ones of hiding in the town of Danville among sympathizers whose loyalty had to be taken on faith and moving about, usually at night, to meet with other supporters and hear the news of the Union takeover of the state. The two loyal soldiers Singleton kept with him managed to find tw...
It was the look that unnerved me. It was too intense, too constant, unsolicited and therefore without reason. That's what I was telling myself. At the train station, standing in line and waiting to pay for my "Cafe Americano" is when I'd noticed it. Peering at me "through the heads" of others behind me. A few feet away, holding my glance too strongly...
Malcolm sat on the subway car, angry about his life. He was in his late 50s and still worked a grill at a restaurant. He had to take orders from some stupid white kid every day. He hated being ordered around by white people. Malcolm's also gay. He's had very little luck with men lately, though, because he's fat and not that attractive. He's 5'10, 230lbs, an...
This is a fictional story about a young adult who joins a Master's Swim team full of older men. ******************* Chapter XI - The End of Summer The feeling hit John like a punch to the gut, sending a shock through his whole system. His lungs skipped a breath. He knew their parting was coming—he had known for weeks their time was limited—but it wasn't u...
I just got back from Colorado and had a great time with Kip (yes, there was lots of speedo/hottub sex). It is a long trip home. While I was on the train headed from Sydney up to the Central Coast I wrote a blog post saying that after getting in the ocean for a swim the next thing I was looking forward to was some Aussie cock. Between that train ride and me...
Stuart leaned up against a door as the train rattled across the snow-muffled town. He was in the throes of a horny hangover and unable to stem a steady procession of erotic images across his mind's eye. He looked across at the half dozen passengers in the carriage. Two were attractive -- a middle aged woman, blonde with delicate features, sharp cheekbones,...