As I stood outside the entrance to the old British colonial-style Windsor Hotel in Nuwara Eliya, Sri Lanka, in the shadow of Mount Pidurutagala, waiting for someone to take me up to the ashram, I couldn’t believe how far—and how far back in time—I had moved from Teddy’s cabin in the Catskills. From the moment Teddy’s business partner, Mort Whitley, had driven up to the cabin and told me how...
“Are you sure this is the address?” Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok’s Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors like this and wider garage doors at...
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I’d better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth.The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented cocksman I could attract. I had been on...
The riverboat hit a log, or something, on the hull right at my head, and I woke with a start. The first sensation in the soft, wavering light of a single lantern hung by the doorway was the sound of the drums and low chanting from somewhere above. The driver and cook at it again. The sound was monotonous and comforting all at the same time. It also seemed to be richer than before, almost...
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi’s Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said “Clifford Jenkins” with “New York” written under it. That was me. But I wasn’t being met by anyone that I knew of. The...
Vor ein paar Jahren reiste ich durch Armenien, beginnend in der Hauptstadt Eriwan/Jerewan. Mein Hotel am Hang, schön gelegen oberhalb der Stadt und mit einem Wahnsinnsblick zum Berg Ararat, hatte auch einen Swimmingpool, den ich nach den Besichtigungen im schwülen Stadtzentrum gerne aufsuchte. Wie erstaunt war ich, als ich das erste Mal zum Pool kam, und da lümmelten sich am Beckenrand...
Jamaica Moon DreamsI first saw him on my first day in Jamaica. He was leisurely walking the beach, every so often kicking at the tide as the beautiful blue ocean crashed onto the white sands. Despite the beauty of the island; he stood out to me as the most striking thing on the beach. The morning sun shone down on him, illuminating his every step like a spot light on a stage. And yes, he was...
In more recent years I look back on my mid-1970s (and then again early 1980s) Bangkok adventure and just shake my head, wondering what we were thinking we were doing then and how shallow we must have been to be so totally focused on beautiful bodies and the striving for perpetual orgasm.I think that for most of those I played with for two-and-a-half years in the 1970s, the hedonist urges...
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn’t been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling here in England was much different...
“Are you sure? You don’t have to go through with this.”But, who was I kidding. Julio’s choices had been shut down that first night—the night I’d found him supposedly by chance, but with chance having nothing to do about it. He’d been had even before I approached him at the Noobai Café, the discreet little gay hookup bar in the Restele district of Lisbon, not far from the Cuban consulate....
I have a friend that I have known for awhile. He was a friend that I recently got back in contact with. At the time he didn't know I was gay. I got tickets to see a comedy show that a bunch of my coworkers were going to. I invited my friend...
It was all happening so fast. I didn’t even have time to feel panic. I just felt a dullness and a foreboding—and a creeping sense of being trapped in a web of some sort. No, more like a cocoon, the sticky thread winding around and around me. Smothering me.“Just a few minutes, Dr. Winthrop, and you can go back to your room. I know this has been a shock to you. We have just a few more questions...
One summer while I was in college I shared an off-campus apartment with a guy from a Middle East country. His first name was Parviz. Frequently he would have other guys from Middle East countries over, and they unashamedly showed each other their erect cocks (I joined in, of course). And they all considered themselves straight.They would all sit around looking at (straight) porn magazines...
Both men were excited. They had met in a chatroom a little over a year before the day that Cris was arriving from Brazil. Mike’s seduction of the younger boy had started naturally. He told Cris about his job as a community college baseball coach and, when Cris revealed that he had started the chat because he really liked older guys, Mike took the lead and told him how he loved to discipline...
Continued from Part 1I suddenly realised I hadn’t given thought to Shahzad by the door. Though it was hard to concentrate on anything else with Ibrahim’s humongous cock filling and refilling me, I glanced at towards the door to see if Shahzad was disgusted, or worse, had left never to return. All I noticed by the door was a pile of his clothes lying in a heap on the floor. I realised...
You never know where your going to be when you discover something about yourself. Me, I have been a confirmed cock sucker and cock worshiper since i was in the 6th grade. I've sucked a lot of cocks, some knowing their names and a few not knowing their real name. Encounters in hotels while on travels. I have to admit that some of those encounters were the best. Because I've traveled,...
Warning : The following contains material of a Adult nature, specifically gay male on male interaction. If you are offended by such material or underage or live in an area where accessing such material is illegal, you MUST stop reading NOW.by Tonio. Aug. 21, 2011(If you like the following real story, please e-mail me at matoni@hotmail.com. All names and businesses are fictional...
ROOM 523 AT THE INTERNATIONAL CONTINENTAL HOTELA Scrapbook Pictures Masturbation Novella by Justin TaylorJordan and Marshall have had a long flight from Atlanta. Beforechecking at the hotel, they pick up a few sundry items and even a fewsouvenirs in the mall near the hotel. They are meeting Rashid, whowas supposedly to have arrived from Algiers a few hours earlier.Jordan and...
El Sabor de un Hombre“?Habla usted Espanol, chico?” he growled, his voice just the way I expected, deep and masculine.“Un poco…” I watched the large man on the computer screen. His cam revealed the massive chest that drew me to his profile last night. “I will speak English, but mine is not so good.”There was a three second delay, like I was watching a movie and the sound was...
As things often happen in life one door closes and another opens. This happened to me recently.I always had the feeling of something missing in my life and I harkened back to my younger days and my first M2M sex and that was when I was truly happy. Despite dabbling in bookstores and theaters my M2M sex life has been limited.When something is missing, you cannot completely give of...
I just turned 22 and worked part time in a convenience store after school. I was studying for a degree and concentrated mostly on my schoolwork, but when I was at the store, my thoughts turned to the hot men that used to come out of the subway station next door. I would watch them by the window and wish they would come in for a paper, a lottery ticket, or just my ass. It was starting to get...
While in the Navy, I was stationed in the Philippines in the late 70’s for a couple years as a “station ditto.” That is how the locals referred to those “round eyed” military and civilians who were permanently stationed there rather than just coming in on a ship for port calls. I had visited Subic Bay many times while on carriers but just for port calls, but I had become fairly familiar with...
We were the last of our military unit, a regiment of Scots and Welsh, originally two regiments but merged into one unit as our numbers dwindled in the long war with the tribal nomads in the Sahara south and east of Cairo. At the start of this week long battle, we were still 120 strong but now our numbers were down to half, 65 to be exact and our food and water had dwindled to enough to last one...
Let me start off by saying I’ve been to some pretty wild and strange parties during the past few years, but this one really stands out among all the rest. Living in Prague has really changed a lot since the fall of communism, and even in my relatively short life, I can’t even begin to count all the changes – big and small - that are happening all the time. One of the best changes has been the...
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