I became the sex slave of two big-cocked masters in Bangkok. Not simultaneously. Neither would have acceded to shared control. But one after the other. I tried to fight them off initially, but once they had nailed me to the quick and bathed me in their cum, I went docile and let them do whatever they wanted with me. I was not a promiscuous submissive—well,...
"You know what I'd really like to be doing?" Yeah, Eben thought, you'd really like me to be fucking you. But you're going to dance around the bush before we get there. "No, what?" was what Eben said. He lifted the bar bell from the guy half his age and size with one hand and lowered it back on the stands. The guy looked good stretched out on the bench belo...
I think it was the rumble of the engines of the Air France S.O.30 Bretagne commercial airliner flying into African airspace, reaching out for a landing in Bamako, Mali, that brought up the memory as I dozed. Or maybe it was my returning to Africa for the first time since departing from Morocco for the Anzio Invasion eight years previously. Or the images surf...
Was that really him I'd seen at the graveside, I wondered. It was more than a glimpse and he looked at me in recognition, but then Julio had taken my elbow so possessively, so intent on showing how close he was to Avis and me—or to me, at least. When I'd given him his moment of recognition, I looked back at where I was sure I'd seen David. But he was gone. I...
"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...
Hank Hodges scanned the waiting room at the Sedgewick Clinic on Kendal Drive in northern Marco Island, Florida. There weren't many men who came to a gay men's clinic looking for what he wanted, but he had a good reason to. His eyes went to a young, blond, tanned guy in athletic shorts and a cut-off T-shirt who was standing at the reception desk talking with...
"That's one sweet ass. You are one sexy piece of ass." "I can sing too, and will look good in front of your band," I said, trying to keep the focus on why I was there, in the sleazy hotel room, tinted red by the "O" and the "L" of the flashing neon sign just outside the window. I wondered if he could hear the pain in my voice, although chances were that he...
I knelt there on the artist's couch between Rafa's spread thighs, my hands gripping his knees—moving his knees out as I buried my cock in him and moving them together as I withdrew my cockhead almost to his opening, never, though, losing purchase inside him. The young Greek man, not more than nineteen by my reckoning and as handsome as Apollo, slitted his ey...
I crawled to the front and sat down, thinking I could put my trunks back on when we got ourselves out of our little pickle. I then felt some of Nick's load leak out of my ass and I have to say it kinda turned me on to just sit in it. The clean up would have to wait no matter what, so I wiggled a bit, enjoying the feeling of his warm spunk squishing between m...
Rob stood up in the lifeguard's chair and stretched his body, flexing his muscles and giving his best deadpan John Wayne expression. Most of the lifeguards wore T-shirts, but Rob was vain that way. He was shirtless, his torso deeply tanned, his muscles glistening in the late afternoon sun, thanks to a film of sweat and a light lathering of suntan lotion. He...