Clive was a melancholy artist, whose life was spent discovering himself and others. I never truly understood his art, though we discussed it at length during the many conversations that lasted into the candle-lit early hours. We always discussed the forbidden, the interesting; never dull things. This situation had come about from an earlier conversation abou...
It was a warm spring day. I was walking with a buddy, named Tim, that I often went down on lately. We were walking to a liquor store to grab some brews and blunt wraps, puffing on a blunt on the way. By the time we were almost there, I was already sky high and horny as fuck. There was a wash and large field we had to cross to get there. It was faster than wa...
Mike bounced out of bed at dawn as he always did and while drinking his morning juice thought of the route he would jog. He had several, which he rotated, but the park track was one he had not done for a while as it tended to be overcrowded in the summer months. It was chilly out, but Mike put on the new outfit he had bought a few days before. It was bright...
I wake up naked on a bed in a darkened room, disoriented. Opening my eyes, I see men surrounding the bed, wearing suits and masks. "What the fuck is happening?" I think, terrified. The men's penises are jutting erect from their pants. "Holy shit" I think as I notice their size. Not a single one of the men is poorly endowed. Suddenly, the men move, grabbing...
It was Sunday night when everyone in the crib was knocked out sleep. I was still up because I couldn't sleep. My room is in the basement, pretty nice really. I have my own bathroom, and I have my own entrance, so I kinda just bury myself in my room most days. We ate Sunday dinner as a family. For once nobody fell out over dumb shit tonight so I'd say it went...
A couple of weeks later, I was playing the same course. When I came to the tenth green, my cock responded and was hard by the time I got off the golf cart. My playing partners didn't notice anything at first but when I bent over to pick up my ball, the bulge in my shorts showed. I very slowly stood up and looked around. One of the guys was staring at my crot...
This is the true story of my first and only gay sex experience, an anonymous encounter at an adult bookstore. I attended a large Midwestern university in the 80s. In town there was an adult bookstore which I and the guys in my fraternity would go to occasionally. We'd pile into a couple of cars and a dozen or so of us would go there for a laugh. They had pr...
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All sorts of expatriate "characters" gravitated to Bangkok, Thailand, in the seventies and eighties, and none were more colorful than the man known simply as Cowboy. Cowboy was a six-and-a-half foot black American stud, who was said to have been a pro basketball player of some note who had retreated to Bangkok in the face of possible charges for point shavin...
Chapter 1 David Glasspool knew he was lucky, knew he should feel lucky, but didn't feel very lucky at all. He was tall, six foot three inches, muscular, and very good-looking. His mother worked nights at Ludmeyer Bread so that he could go to Brother Martin High School, rather than one of the public schools in New Orleans. In the tenement building that he a...