Chapter One -- NYC Eagle Discovery The middle of August 2006 found me staying by myself in a student dormitory in New York City for a week of orientation for my new job. In the off-hours I ventured into Manhattan and walked up and down the west side of mid-town, exploring and mapping out all the sights of New York's gay district. At night I would search loc...
It was late at night and I was traveling for several hours to meet up with an old friend. I had to take a piss so I exited to the nearest rest stop. I always had a fantasy of an encounter at a rest stop, but I wasn't a big risk taker, so I generally did not expect anything to happen. Time for a happy surprise. I stood alone at a urinal in what was a genuin...
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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...
Let me present myself: I am a 28-year-old man from Europe currently living in Orlando, Florida. I'm a pretty good-looking guy; 6 feet, 180 pounds, and I work out often. I have lived here for 2 and a half years, and I have a good group of friends. Almost every weekend we go out to have a couple of beers and flirt with some girls. Typical guy stuff, you know....
My first time was a long time ago. I had just turned 18 in 1966 and had never done anything with men or women other than jerking myself off. I had for some years however been aware that in the washroom at the city hall there were lots of notices written on the stalls and walls asking for or offering blow jobs. I went to the washroom one Saturday afternoon....
It was a Saturday night and my girlfriend, Nicole, and I were at a concert. The floor was very crowded, so we were packed in like sardines. Nicole and I had both recently turned 18 and were allowed to stay out late. She was slightly bigger than me, height and weight, so we looked a little odd together. Like my jeans, I was very skinny. We were dancing to t...
I was running late by the time I walked to the gym on Thursday evening, and the place began to empty out as the clock hands swept towards its 10pm closing time. I decided to skip my shower rather than cut my workout short. By the time I was done the evening cleaners were moving through the building, carrying mops, buckets and the rest of their equipment. The...
If the CEO of my company hadn't seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don't know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting. I'd been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see...
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...