"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Most of the mounted escort riders gathered around their leader were watching the small band of infidels, led by Hugh d'Ibelin, as they rode out of the gate of the stronghold of Belvoir and moved to meet the forces of the Saracens and their allies on the hilltop overl...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to everyone who read part one of this series! It was my first ever erotic story and y'all taught me a lot and I'm back. This one is much longer and I hope you're all satisfied with where it's going. Rate and comment! Love hearing from you guys. Let me know what you'd like to see in PART 3. SPOILER ALERT: The following story is a conti...
(Although it features hardcore scenes, this novella is meant to be a plot-driven character study, exploring the dynamics in male intergenerational sex) *** CHAPTER 1 At twenty one years old, Erik had short blond hair, a very white complexion, and everything in his long face was regularly shaped. The thin mustache he had over his lips was hardly visible be...
The plane was, Conner estimated, four hours out of Frankfurt when it started its descent. He couldn't be precise on the time, because they had taken away his wristwatch. In fact, in a men's room in the Frankfurt airport, they had taken all of his clothes away. He'd also been given an intrusive cavity search in a stall, while one of them, armed with a mop buc...
April 1st, 2019 I extracted Hakan's hand, with a regretfully voiced, "I've got to dress and run to catch my ride," and struggled to zip my shorts up in the forced sitting position I was in in the low tent by the Salamis dig. "I'll take a camp car and drive you to Ercan Airport later myself. We have time, Evan—" "No, we don't have time, Hakan," I said. "We...
Gordy was a pushover. From the moment that Bryan Albertson entered the Wilson apparel and gear tent at the Legg Mason tennis tournament in Washington, D.C., the tennis star knew the cute young twink who was modeling tennis apparel and helping at the ball serve exhibit was his for the asking. This wasn't the first time today that Bryan had seen Gordy. The fi...
I needed to get away from Avis. I normally hadn't gone with her on her buying sprees for the boutique gift shop we owned and she ran in the well-heeled Buckhead suburb of Atlanta. I tried to keep busy managing the tennis program at Georgia Tech. I'd been a top twenty professional once and still played doubles in tournaments when I could get a partner willing...
Gradually, Jesse woke up from his deep, dreamless sleep. As he came to it occurred to him that he felt only one warm body pressed against him instead of two. He glanced around and saw Miguel sitting in a chair, now wearing shorts. Miguel heard some rustling sheets and looked up from his phone. He smiled when he saw that Jesse was awake. "'Morning, little...
Although right to be proud, Tony wasn't a champion in either the length or girth department, so I managed to go down on him to the hilt and rise to the rim of his bulb and go down on him again in rapid succession in a reverse cowboy, which he seemed to appreciate a lot. My revolve move had him moaning. He was flat on his back on his bed in his balcony cabin,...