Arriving near the bathhouse entrance around 3:45pm on a wonderful Sunday afternoon (a day much like today - and the temptation to take another short ride to enjoy myself is exerting a growing force), anticipation creating the familiar feeling centered around the middle of my body, a strangely addicting sense of building tension, through and through sexual. I...
Late winter and early spring are for woodcutting in this region. All the cutting work I do is with a bow saw - I never use a chainsaw. However, lifting and carrying the 6 foot long pieces of 5 decade old red oak and acacia takes a serious toll on my back. Being roughly the same age as the wood, this is essentially unavoidable. However, a good bathhouse is a...
Jan received word, her divorce had been finalised, her Ex's reason. Trading her in for a younger model. Her flat mate Jean was out late, a business meal with her station director. She was a radio presenter, already divorced, same age as Jan 42. Jan was a senior executive in the oil company where Vince worked. She wanted to celebrate, home alone, with a hot b...
Some things provide such a reliable sensation that in essence, I have been addicted since experiencing them the first time. Particularly in the cases of poppers with my first girlfriend decades ago, or discovering the pleasures of the baths in one glorious evening. Visitors to a male only sauna often enter a type of paradise undreamed of before experiencing...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * Mom is gone, visiting her ailing mother, giving her sister a spell. Umut and the Turk are left alone in the house for the weekend. After Friday prayers at the Yeni Cami, Umut and the Turk are asked to join a group of men seated at a cluster of outdoor tables. Tea is ordered all arou...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Slurping cum, chowing down on a stiff cock, getting fucked up the ass while burying my face into another dude's pubes, these were all images in my head by the time I was an eighteen year old senior in high school. That was the year I had to totally admit to myself that, once and for all, I was into men, into tight pectoral muscles, lean, defined arms with ex...
[This is a completed five-chapter GM novella that will complete posting by mid-July 2019.] *** I now understand that my subconscious was miles ahead of my "surface" brain on knowing what I wanted. Male models apparently are as justly characterized as thick brained as female models are reputed to be. I suppose I was more narcissistic in my youth and early a...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** The showers are over. Both men are squeaky clean, facing each other as they lie on the cushions. The Turk and Umut study each other in the silent afterglow. "We could go at it again, but let's not. We've got all weekend. We can do all kinds of sexual things... watch each other d...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...