"God, Leon. An M-8 special? Eight? I have to take eight of them in one gig? And what the hell is an Edwardian?" I knew what this was really about. I damn well knew that Leon was ticked because I had told him I was taking three months off. "Hey, you're the one who told me in almost exactly the same breath that you were taking a whole chunk of time off but th...
My vertical ash wood dresser in the Victorian window. It is not easy to find a gay plumber, but they do exist. I flipped through the yellow pages and fanned my blushing face. I just wanted the odds of it. They were good. With twenty-six local plumbers listed. I called Eric. "Do you know any gay plumbers?" I said. "What is going on?" Eric said. "Nothing g...
It was hard to believe that my sailing holiday with Jim; on a 65ft charter yacht and him introducing me to paid Escort work; was three months ago. Although we had since done the odd twosome Escort together since then; five actually. My daydreaming was interrupted by my desk phone ringing; it was the Admiral, as we had nicknamed him after he bought a yacht;...
I hadn't seen Cousin Miles for nearly twenty years, and he looked more like it had been thirty. He looked so defeated and withdrawn into himself. And my memories were of a vibrant athlete. He wasn't really a cousin in the blood-relative sense. Uncle John and Aunt Frieda had adopted both him and his sister, Mandy, because they couldn't have any of their own....
Jackson grinned and stepped away from Greg. "Don't look at me like that, you thought 'courting' was a good idea." Greg leaned against the wall panting. "I didn't realize 'courting' meant being in sexual frustration hell, you little Victorian freak." Greg tingled from Jackson's far too skilled hands and mouth. "It's not just Victorian." "Fine, horribly old...
On a street in London's Mayfair lurks one of civilized societies dirties and best kept secrets. Behind the Edwardian façade, and the stern doorman that will forcefully turn away non-members, is the Ganymede club. The name is known by few, what goes on inside is known by fewer still. It is exclusive beyond any other organisation. Membership is granted rarely,...
[This series has five chapters and will post by the middle of March 2016] ***** "Hi ya," Mr. Leighton. Rob Leighton looked up from helping his daughter, Muriel, climb up onto the dock from his fishing boat and waved at the tall, lumbering young man walking south on Lafayette Street back toward Cape May proper. "Hi to you, too, big guy," Rob called back....
1 I never expected to end up in this position. Cold, alone, desperate, I huddle beneath the overpass and try not to think of the things my parents had said no more than three hours beforehand. You're gay? they'd asked, then repeated it by saying, You're GAY? I'd wanted it all out in the open, so I could finally stop hiding from not only myself, but the...
The swell of his cock bobbed in front of my face, the feint aroma of masculinity and sweat swirling around me. There are no chains binding me to the wet floor of the changing room, but I was immobile. Captivated. Unable to move, my lips parted for the first time to allow a man to stuff his erect prick into my mouth. I was naked; I was vulnerable and defeate...
Being with Daniel again was beautiful; he always made me feel tops and took all the strains of a very hard working week at the office away. We had a perfect arrangement staying over with tech other weekends, one weekend at his pad and the other at mine. Both venues suited us perfectly, Daniel was into light BSM and had a home made dungeon where he liked to...