You’d think that a world-traveling photographer wouldn’t have anywhere to go for vacation. But I spend so much time living life through a lens that I find little time to truly experience the places I visit. I keep a journal of some of my favorite places so that I can visit them later when I have more time to explore. One such place is Seville. I’d heard about a festival that they hold in April...
I was in Daytona Beach for a story on Bike Week. Being a big motorcycle enthusiast myself, it was the perfect assignment. I was hanging out at one of the bars on Main Street, having a laugh and knocking back a few drinks with some new biker friends. Five Kamikazes later, I was about to call it a night when the bartender handed me another drink and a slip of paper. “They’re from the guy in...
There’s an unwritten law that when you break up with someone, no matter how amicably, you break up with their friends too. You’re allowed to engage in occasional friendly banter with them, but any meaningful bonding is strictly prohibited. Any attempts by one of your ex’s friends to maintain a friendship violates their code of loyalty. Such was the case when I broke up with Adam. Half the...
Standing in front of the Parthenon, it became apparent how little justice photographs would do for the mighty structure. Even as it lay in ruins, merely a shell of its former stature, I could only marvel at its magnitude and the genius of the ancient people who built it. “This is pointless,” I bemoaned. “How can you capture magnificence in a single frame?” Jake rolled his eyes and scribbled...
I met Adam in college, in the days when I was still experimenting with my sexuality. I was a sophomore – fairly social, mildly popular and loved to party. He was a senior and the big man on campus; smart, athletic, funny, rich and oh so HOT! Just shy of six feet tall with 175 pounds of finely toned muscle, Adam was a 100%-certified, blond-haired, green-eyed All-American frat boy. Everybody...
“20 to 19, Johnny boy,” Malcolm taunted. “1 more point and you lose…again!” He dribbled the ball and threw me a smug grin. He knew how much I hated being called John or Johnny -- it was part of his ploy to break my concentration. He loved to talk trash to get me all riled up. But after all those years, I was used to it. I don’t know why he bothered anyway; he could beat me without...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: To my knowledge, the band depicted in this story does not exist outside of this work of fiction. Any similarities between this fictitious band and their music, and a real band and their music are purely coincidental. With that being said, enjoy. - jp. “At first you were loving me, needing me, wanting me Now you’re leaving me, teasing me, taunting me You promised you’d be...
A good friend, Mya, once told me about this resort she’d discovered in Japan. Some of the World’s wealthiest and most famous had been known to frequent the spa because of its secluded location in the lush countryside of Kyushu. It was also priced for wealthy and famous, but she said the price was worth it for the massage alone. They used some kind of new age; pressure-point aromatherapy that...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any reader who had the misfortune of reading the first version of Ivan's chapter. It may have been a good story with the right amount of love and attention, but, quite frankly, it sucked. On top of that, it didn't fit in with the theme of the series. So, to repay for my sins, I am posting a more suitable version of Ivan's tale....
If you’ve been following the series, you’ve seen Jake’s name pop up every now and then, providing some chaos and comedy to my mundane life. I’ve been unfair in my portrayal of Jake. I’ve trivialized him as a secondary sideman when in fact he’s much more that. I’ve reduced him to a shallow, one-dimensional character when actually he’s a very deep and complex person. What can I tell you about...
A Norweigian Innitiation By Stefan Vanderfeld Vanderfeld@aol.com Part I - the Welcome I was up in Central Norway. It was in December - so the days were dark. And there was snow quite deep. We were still south of the Arctic Circle...but close enough that we knew what cold was. My friend was in the Norwegian military. And he was stationed in a camp full of hot, buffed,...
My name is Kevin. I'm six feet, three inches tall, white, and obviously gay. I have a very interesting to tell you. It's about a foreign exchange student that I will never forget. In fall of '92, I volunteered to have a foreign exchange student from Spain to stay at my house. My family and I were very excited to pick him up form the airport. My father held up a sign with the...
Research Paul's Masters research supervisor had chosen well. Wairangi had turned out to be the perfect place - if not for reasons of sociological importance of the kind that Paul had in mind for his thesis, then at least for that other kind of research that Paul had enjoyed for the past five years since admitting his particular ‘bent'. Wairangi was at the end of the road in...
It was my first time away home to college. Before that, I was just a normal country kid from the south. Normally I chose to live in the school dorm, because it was really expensive to rent a room in Taipei. As a freshman, I don't have much choice about which room or who to live with. I was kind of assigned to a room that no one else wanted. After I had settled down for a...
I came home from college for the winter break. Great. My parents decided to host a Japanese exchange student this year and put him up in my room. His name was Kenji and he was 18. Swimmer's build and a cute face that made me smile every time I saw him. Since he was in my room, I slept in the den down the hall. I had been having a dry spell and had been going out alone...
By silicondog@earthlink.net http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Village/2013/2013.html http://home.earthlink.net/~silicondog/shrine.html The following story is intended for adults over age 18 interested iin male to mal sexual fantasy. If that's not you, please read no further. When you're a sports photographer, and gay, you have to get used to a few things. Even in...
By Albert German Guy () I like guys with a long cock, but I am not so fond of thick ones. It depends on the guy how skillful he is at fucking. It can hurt so much when being pushed inside. Nevertheless, those doing it in a great way can give me so much satisfaction. First of all, I like pretending to be fucked. It means that you should start with rubbing your...
Jamie and I had the ground floor apartment in a five story building in Kelvinbridge, Glasgow - on the top floor lived the Baxter family including their 18 year old son Billy. Billy was about 5'6" 120lbs and cute as a button, nice smiling grey eyes. I came home from work one Summer day to find Jamie extremely excited. He told me he was sunbathing in the garden when Billy...
It was a few years back when I was an 18 year old senior in high school. Up until then my sex life was what I considered normal, consisting of an occasional blow job, a lot of hands on, the usual beating off to the pictures and stories in sex magazines, and once or twice actually getting to fuck my girlfriend. But what was about to happen to me opened a whole new world of...
Larsen arrived on the 12.30 flight from Norway, when he got off the plane, he was tired and wanted to do nothing but go home and get some sleep. The flight had been rather grueling, 15 hours non-stop, and he looked as though he had been on the plane for weeks. After the initial handshakes, and greetings, I introduced myself as Bob, and that I was to be his host for the next 12...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
When I had graduated college I thought that the world was my oyster. I was going to be somebody! I had been offered a position at the marketing firm where I had interned during college and was moving to the big city. It was the dream of every privileged kid who grew up in a blue suburb like I had. Five years later my reality looked very different. I had never even been considered...
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