When Eric and I got there, Claude had an arm lock on a short, but burly black dude in black bicycle latex shorts and a black-knit muscle shirt. He was yelling for all he was worth. Eric walked up to him, whipping a jock strap off a nearby barbell post en route, and stuffed the jock into the burglar’s mouth.
“Try to rip us off, will you, fella?” yelled in the guy’s face. “Well, you broke into the wrong house, I’m afraid. Claude, what do we do with someone who tries to steal from us?”
“Dry gang fuck, don’t you think?” Claude responded.
“Yeah, and you caught him, so don’t you think you deserve him first?
“Right,” Claude responded. “Let’s do him on the press bench. Where are those cuffs?”
While Claude held the struggling dude in his arm lock, Eric positioned a press bench in the middle of the room, picked up a leather backrest wedge and put it on the bench, rising toward the end, found four cuffs, and started collecting lengths of chain. Meanwhile, I noticed the dude was about to work the jock strap out of his mouth, and I went over and stuffed it back in. While I was there, I took hold of his shirt and ripped it off his body. He was solid and heavily muscled and was covered all over his torso and upper arms with an intricate blue-inked tattoo design that looked just like a second shirt. The design accentuated his big nipples. I reached up and gave a healthy twist to each one of these, and the dude contorted in pain.
Claude had his arms pinned real well and had him pulled back so his basket was sticking right out at me. The bicycle pants didn’t hide much. He didn’t look long, but he certainly looked thick. The dude tried to kick me, but couldn’t pull it off, because Claude had him off balance. I dug both of my hands down the front of his shorts and found a testicle for each. That wasn’t hard to do, because they were the size of baseballs. I gave them a squeeze, and said, “Anymore of that, dude, and I’ll crack these nuts of yours.” He screamed silently through the jock strap and tears came to his eyes. He whimpered when I let loose of his nuts. Since my hands were already down there, I stripped him of his shorts and tennis shoes.
Eric appeared to be ready, so Claude forced the dude over to and down on the bench press. Eric first wound first-aid tape around his head to keep the jock strap in place and then cuffed each of his hands to the barbell holder at the head of the bench so that they were drawn up and out. His chest was pushed into the surface of the bench and back and up the leather wedge so that his dick and balls hung down off the end of the bench and his big, round butt jutted up. Eric then went around and cuffed each leg and extended it out with chains attached to side benches so that the dude still had his feet on the floor but his legs were pulled out at a wide angle from his body. Eric then got a leather harness and arranged it around the dude’s head so it pulled his face up to where he could see in front of him. While Eric was doing this last task, Claude was behind the dude’s butt, giving that some attention. He squeezed the buttocks a couple of times and then put his hand between the dude’s legs and did some work on the balls and dick. I could see the dick get thicker and even a little longer. Claude took a leather belt and started strapping the dude on the buttocks with it, gently at first and then more sharply. The dude wreathed in pain, and his butt cheeks began to redden.
I didn’t know why Eric was getting the dude’s head raised, but when he finished, I then saw what he had in mind. He motioned for Claude to come in front the bench and stand where the dude could see him. This was the first time the dude had gotten a clear picture of Claude, and I could see his intake of breath and the shudder when he saw Claude’s size. And that was just when he saw the size of Claude himself. While Claude was standing there, Eric stripped him of his shorts. He also took his own shorts off and signaled that I do the same. There was a more violent reaction when the dude saw the size of Claude’s half-hard on.
At Eric’s signal, both he and I started working on Claude, who was standing there like a statue. We ran our hands, and tongues all over his body, getting ever closer to his dick, which we reach at the same time. We tongued that from each side for a time, and then Eric dove for the balls, and I started giving Claude head. Claude was near full erection, and the dude was obviously the worse for worry, when Eric stood and said, “Well, to be fair, I think we should do this from smallest to largest. No need to kill this dude on the firsties. And I think that would be me first, I guess.”
“And for our own sakes, I suggest grease rather than dry,” Claude said, as he strolled out of the room.
“Well, if you’re first, then I guess you need some attention, I said to Eric,” and I went down in front of him, prepared to give him a hard on.
“Just a minute,” Eric said. “I might as well get in a workout at the same time. Here help me up on the rings.”
It was only then that I noticed we were just under a pair of gymnastic rings hanging from the high ceiling. I hoisted Eric up by the thighs, and he grabbed the rings. By pulling himself up on these, he could position himself so his cock was at the level of my mouth as I was standing in front of him. I wasted no time in giving him head. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue around the rim and then, letting it plop back out of my mouth, I cupped his cock with my right hand and encircled the root with my fingers and applied pressure, cutting off the circulation a bit and hastening the engorging of his rod. I played with his balls with my left hand. I gave his piss hole a flick of my tongue a couple of times and then put pressure on it with my tongue as if I was going to enter him there. He moaned, and his pelvis started to move back and forth slightly. I could see that he’d want to face fuck, using his own rhythm. I looked up and noticed a second pair of rings, just above me and hanging low enough for me to reach. I took his cock into my mouth and gave it a short, playful suck. Then I moved away from him and positioned a bench press laterally, just behind him. Eric seemed to figure out what I was up and, and approved. I came back to him, and, first, put his legs loosely over my shoulders. I knew his arms couldn’t take much more of supporting his body. Then I took three inches of his cock into my mouth, so I’d have it when I needed it. I grabbed for the rings above me and swung my legs up onto the bench press I’d put behind Eric, putting my heels over the far edge so that I could maintain a hold.
Now we were free to swing, and swing we did. I stretched my mouth open and let Eric control the fuck. He’d swing backward a bit on the rings and forward, pushing his dick into my mouth. There seemed to be too much friction from his legs on my shoulders, however, for the full swing effect we both wanted, so, showing me that he was a master gymnast, he raised his legs and propped them behind his swinging arms. He must have been double jointed, because he managed to do this while keeping his pecker level with the floor and the hole I was providing him. Then we just were swinging free in one athletic face fuck.
I couldn’t see the trussed-up dude from where I was, but he certainly could see us, and seemed to be enjoying the show and was quieting down. At least he was until Claude returned from the kitchen with a can of Crisco and started lathering up his butt. Claude must have been fingering into him pretty deeply and roughly, because we could hear a lot of grunting from his direction.
It wasn’t too long before Eric said, “We’ve gotta stop, man. I’m gonna cum, and I don’t want to do that and waste my turn in the dude.” With that, he swung back far enough to take his dick out of my mouth, lowered his legs, and dropped away from the rings.
I came down off my rings, as well, but only long enough to turn toward the dude to see what was happening back there. Claude was finished basting the dude and stepped back. All business, Eric walked briskly around to the back of the dude, took his now-hard dong in one hand, put the head up to the dude’s asshole, and plunged. I could almost hear the scream from inside the jock strap and watched the dude’s eyes snap open. Eric just kept deep-thrust banging away, and with each stroke he slapped the dude on an alternate butt cheek.
Claude walked around to where I was; I thought to give the dude another view of his size, but, the first thing I knew I found him behind and below me on his knees.
“You’re just too beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t resist.” He got right under me, and lifted me with one ham-hand on each butt cheek, and put his mouth on my asshole. I still had my hands in the rings, so I was just gently swinging in mid air. He started tonguing me, ever deeper, making me wet and opening me up. I moaned with pleasure. It wasn’t long until he had me skewered with the huge middle finger of his left hand, and he was so strong that he lifted me up, taking the pressure of the rings off my arms. He brought his right hand through my legs and cupped my cock, putting his index finger over my piss hole and slowly, rhythmically started jerking me off.
I shuddered, and although I wanted him to make me cum like this, I had to stop this quickly. “Umm, Claude. I’m next with the dude. You’re making me too hot, Man.”
Eric was still banging away in the dude, making the whole bench press move with his thrusts. The dude had his eyes shut tight, except when he’d open them to take another look at what Claude and I were doing, and he was panting heavily.
“But, I gotta have you, man,” Claude said. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Well, go ahead and have me then,” I said. “I can manage.”
Claude removed his hands from my ass and cock, stood up behind me, raised me back up by the butt cheeks with his strong hands, and gently brought me down on his huge tool. I could feel the head of his cock moving around down there, looking for the hole. Then I felt it centered, followed by the pressure of it gaining entry. Once again, I could feel it when it was in to where the edge of his dick head and the rim of my hole met. Claude stopped there briefly and put his dick into a little circular motion. This drove me crazy, and I moved my head around and searched for his lips. We found each other and were busy with our tongues while he slowly went in the next four inches. I gulped and lost his lips, because he was moving his hands up my legs toward the back of the knees and supporting my thighs with his forearms. He then pulled my legs outward and raised them a bit and pulled back so that I was folded up a bit, the rings out in front of my body. I looked over to where the dude was and saw that he was bug-eyed. And then I was fully open, and Claude slid right on in up to the root. He held it there, briefly and then started to fuck me. He didn’t move his pelvic muscles himself; he moved me, swung me back and pushed me up, swung me back and pushed me up. I wanted to keep at this until we both had cum, but we both saw that, with a yell of triumph, Eric was finished, pulling his dick out at the last second and cumming all over the dude’s back.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Claude withdrew his cock from my hole. He did do that circular movement thing with just his head logged in my hole before he pulled out entirely, and this nearly made me shoot off. But I was glad I didn’t, because I had formulated a plan for my own time with this dude.
The first thing I did was squat down in front of the dude and say that I figured he was straight, but that after today, I knew he’d have a whole new perspective. Then I picked up his torn shirt and rubbed Eric’s sperm off his back. I rubbed gently, in massaging motions, until I could feel him lose some of his tension. Eric and Claude pulled over the other bench press to in front of the dude, and Claude sat down and Eric sat on his lap. Claude ran his hands all over Eric’s torso, arms, and thighs, and eventually played with his nipples with his left hand, while slowly jerking him off with his right, all where the dude could see them. When Eric had finished, he took the head harness off the dude, but I was interested to see that the dude was still looking up, on his own, eyeing what Claude and Eric were doing.
I went into the other room and returned with the tube of fuck lubricant and some salve. I rubbed the salve on the dude’s reddened bottom, using sensual circular motions, and I was gratified to see him slightly raise his butt and go with the motions. I cleaned up what Crisco I could get to with his torn shirt and then applied the fuck lubricant, without going too deep. I was happy to see that his cock seemed to be growing a bit. I leaned over him from the back and massaged his shoulders and back muscles some more and spent some time tracing the swirls of his tattoos. Then I folded my body on his, letting him feel my hard cock against his butt. My cock was lodged between his big butt crack, and I did some stroking there up toward the small of his back. His butt was so bulbous that I could fuck him right where I was and think I’d entered him. While I was stretched out along his back, I snaked my hand under him and found his nipples. I started gently kneading them and running my hand around his chest and down to his belly. I was happy to see that he lifted his chest and belly a bit off the bench, to the extent he could, to give me more room to fondle him. I brought my lips to the side of his neck and kissed him there. Then I gave him a few love nips there and whispered, “It’s okay, Baby. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to enjoy this.” There was a slight shudder, and then I could feel him relax under me.
Eric got up out of Claude’s lap and walked up to in front of the dude.
“I’m going to take this gag out, dude. But if you scream or say anything at all, I’m going to put it right back on. Do you understand?”
The dude nodded his head. Eric ripped the tape off around the dude’s head, which made the dude tense up again underneath me. He then took the jock strap out of the dude’s mouth, and the dude ran his tongue around his lips. And we noticed then that he had quite a large mouth, and full lips. Eric couldn’t resist.
“Okay, dude, I’m going to give you a kiss, and you’re going to take it. Right? Or the jock strap goes back on.”
The dude tensed up and started to say something, but all it took was Eric to raise the jock strap to shut him up. Then Eric put his lips on the dude’s and gave him a kiss. But he pulled right back. “That ain’t any good, Dude,” Eric said. “You aren’t leaving here until I’m convinced we’ve queered you. Convince me.” He went to the dude’s lips again, and this time the dude opened his mouth to him, ever so slightly, and I could feel him starting to relax again under me. I was still working on his nipples and belly, but I could see that Eric had taken the dude’s lower lip into his mouth and was sucking on it, and then, when the dude opened up more, Eric’s tongue went in, so I pulled back my right hand and scooted back a bit along the dude’s body until I could get my hand between his legs. Success. His cock had swollen and was coming to attention. I encircled it with my hand, and he tensed and shuddered and then, as I began to stroke him, he calmed down again.
I came off him and knelt behind him. I could see that the lubricant was doing its magic and his hole was loosening up. I continued to stroke his dick, giving him a loose hand job, as I rolled and pulled gently at his humongous balls with my other hand.
I looked up to see that Eric was standing now, holding his hard on in front of the dude.
“Now I want you to suck this, Eric said. And I want you to play nice, nice.” the dude whimpered. “If you do anything that makes me uncomfortable, you are going to regret it. Hear? Now, you don’t have to take it in far. But if you don’t go with me on this, I’ll let Claude at you. Now you wouldn’t want this, would you?”
I stood up and in time to see Eric’s cock go into the dude’s mouth up to the edge of the head.
“Now a little sucking. Yeah, yeah. No, that’s too hard. Yeah, that’s better; now your tongue on the piss hole. Yeah, that’s good. Oh yeah, yeah. Now, a Little farther in. Ah, yes, work those nice big lips, Baby. No, no, you don’t have to gag. We haven’t even gotten started yet, Baby. Breathe through your nose. There, There, I’ll just hold it until you get the breathing down.”
I returned to the crouching position behind the dude. I sat down under his dangling cock and turned around, and took him into my mouth. So thick, so nice. He was uncut, and I slid his foreskin back with my teeth, which made him shudder. I ran my tongue around his dick head, and his butt twitched.
From Eric up front, “Tighten your mouth and lips. I want to feel you all around me. But lips over teeth, I don’t want you to bite me now. There, better. Here, now I’m going to move your head into a better position. Get your tongue under my dick. Ahhh. That’s nice. Now slowly, taking more of it. No, no, don’t even think of gagging. Remember to breathe from the nose. There, that isn’t so bad. Oh Baby, that feels so good. Now, I’m going to hold your head still and we’re going to get a little action going. No, don’t try to pull away from me. I’ll do the moves. Ahhh. Yes, yes, yes. You’re going to get so good at this. Such a nice, sweet mouth, such big, nice lips. Ah, there, innnn, outttt, innn, outtt. Yes, you’re doing fine. Innn, outtt. Now a little deeper. Innn, outtt.”
I could hear the rhythm and almost feel it, and was able to duplicate it on my end. The dude was trying to take over the stroking now, but I held his butt in place with my hand and continued on the pace that Eric was setting. This all was just too much new excitement for the dude to handle, though, because he suddenly tensed and just shot off down my throat, in three big globs.
“Yes, going for broke now.” Eric apparently was about finished at that end. “There, didn’t think you could take it all, did you? There, there. Oh God, yes, yes, YES! Now, for future reference, it’s always so much more appreciated if you tongue it clean. No, no, don’t gag. It’s good protein. There, yes. Tongue around the head. Ahh, yes. I just might cum again. No, just joking. And kiss it nicely, thank you. There, now that wasn’t so bad, was it? But just remember that the next time you decide to come through my window.”
Show time for me now. I stood up behind the dude and brought the head of my cock up to his now-loosened hole. The first touch of the lubricant gave me a very pleasant sensation. I was only half hard now, so I just played for a minute back there. I slapped my rod on and around his butt hole a couple of time, and then I put it up to his hole and did what Claude had done for me. I inserted just the knob and then, with my right hand moved it around slowly right at the entrance of the hole in a circular motion. The dude stiffened under me. I reached down between his legs with my left hand and tickled his balls and rolled them a bit and pulled at them gently. Then I went in a couple of inches and stopped. Once again with the circular motion, Then, I put my right middle finger under my shaft and slowly pushed it into his hole. Then the two fingers on either side of that slid in on either side of my shaft. He wiggled his butt a bit and I heard him moan. The moaning increased when my index finger found his prostrate and started a rhythm pressure. He shot a load again on the floor. Pretty fast recovery, I thought. I withdrew the fingers as I pushed in a couple of more inches. I stopped for some more circular motion and then some side to side, as I moved my weight back and forth on my feet. I waited for him to open farther, which he did, and then I just slid right in up to his pubic hairs. In the same motion, I brought my body back down along his and reached under him in search of his nipples. He started to moan, but stopped abruptly, which made me look up. Claude had come down to his mouth and was kissing him deep.
I rested there for a brief moment and then started a slow but deep fucking. Pulling almost all of the way out and then slowly pushing back in to the root. I could feel him pushing his legs out as far as he could, doing all he could to take me all him. Innn, Outtt, Inn, Outt, In, Out, and then a pumping motion. Slow and deliberate at first and then faster, faster, faster . . . until I couldn’t hold it any longer, and on my last retraction, I pulled all the way out, and our cum mingled on the floor as he came yet once more. I gave his butt and friendly little pat, as I pulled away, and said “There, you’re one of us now. And don’t deny it. I know you enjoyed that.”
“So, I guess we’re finished here,” Eric said, with a smile, as I stepped back and cleaned myself with the burglar’s shirt. Claude was sitting there on the other bench, playing with his cock, keeping it hard.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, now,” Eric clucked, as he went around the bench press, uncuffing the dude and pulling away chains.
The dude awkwardly came up off the bench, his legs still spread wide, rubbing at his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked a little dazed and like a wounded animal, not knowing which way to leap to safety.
“But,” Eric said, punctuating the “but,” “aren’t we forgetting something?”
“Yep,” Claude spoke up. “You made this dude a promise that we’d give him something to remember not to try this house again.”
The dude looked frightened and tried to bolt for the door, but Claude was on him in a flash, picking him up in a bear hug that took his feet off the floor, and carried him to the other end of the room, where there was a pool table. Claude slammed the dude down hard on his back on the pool table, which took the wind out of the man. Eric ran around to the other side of the table, grabbed the dude’s wrists, and pulled them taut above his head and out. Claude had his hands around the dude’s waist. The dude started cursing loudly, and Claude backhanded him across the mouth. The curses subsided into moaning and whining, but the man tried to stand up, which was very hard to do pressed between the table top and Claude.
Claude backhanded him again across the mouth, pulled the dude’s left leg up, ran his hand up behind the knee and push the leg up and then down and out toward the table top. Then, with his right hand, Claude grabbed his cock, moved it to the entrance of the dude’s ass, and plunged it in one great thrust. The dude screamed and lifted half off the table despite the restraints. Claude backhanded him again, grabbed for his other leg, and lifted it up. He had the dude’s legs pushed out there like they were a wishbone, ready to be split. I really felt sorry for him. The dude was writhing and bucking under the pressure, but Claude just ignored him and pushed and pushed and pushed until I saw he was all the way in. Then he just banged away for what seemed like an eternity until he jacked off in several different shudders and fell across the body of the now-unconscious dude. Eric let go of the limp arms and reached over and lifted Claude’s head and the two enjoyed a deep kiss.
Claude pulled himself up and out of the dude, and I could hear the plop as he exited and see the blood streaming out of the dude’s ass.
“Bet he won’t rob any house on this street again,” Eric said, as he walked around the table. “What shall we do? Just toss him out with the garbage?
“No,” Claude said. “I rather enjoyed that. Put those cuffs back on him, and we’ll hang him from the rings for later use.” Eric complied, and we all left the room in search of another shower and a cool drink.
To Be Continued.
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As we strapped ourselves in across from each other, knee to knee in the sleek corporate jet, I was wondering why CJ had picked me to fly out to the coast to try to close this business deal. I was pretty new to the company and no where near to having the seniority to be included on this trip. But I wasn’t complaining. A week in California and time to get to know the vice president of sales better
We got into L.A. that night and CJ and I went straight to the hotel. I was exhausted after my in-flight service training. CJ had booked a suite with two separate bedrooms, so I went to my room after dinner, showered, and went straight to bed. I was laying there on the wide bed, on my back, staring at the ceiling and just about asleep, when CJ crept into the room, came up on the bed and sat on my
When I had cleaned up and returned, I found that CJ had wiped himself off with a washcloth that Binggum had conveniently previously located in a bowl on the coffee table and was stuffing and buttoning his sausage back into his red-silk pouch. Binggum was stretched out on full the sofa, another wash cloth lying near him on the floor, probably used with a gentle touch by CJ in the most
I often did things backwards in life. The old Hollywood adage goes that many a starlet—and we can add many a leading man, now that the cat is out of the closet on that—got their film career break by the audition they did on the director's or producer's couch. In my case, however, I got the part before the director had me taking direction under him on his couch. I had been a child actor on
Angelo had been so tense through his set at the café this evening, that he was afraid that it could be heard in his voice or in a change in how he coaxed the music out of the strings of his guitar. But those sitting around a smoking and drinking long after the food service had been shut down didn’t seem to have reacted any differently than before, with just those exceptions. Although all of the
(Suckered into betting against the double penetration myth) I should have known the sneaky Dutchman had all the angles figured when he suckered us into betting against a myth in the Men Only back room at Cowboy's Bar in Bangkok's Patpong district. He waited until the third revolution of the happy hour clock—when we were all soused and sluggish—and entered with a boy-built Thai. I recognized
[Author’s Note: This story completes the Philippe LeCroix series, which is best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation,” “Natchez Refreshment.” “Biloxi Renewal,” “Reconnected Recovery,” “Theatrical Revival,” “Sailing Back into Life,” “Harvesting in the Park,” “Garden District Plunge,” “Dangerous Experiment,” “Dueling Regeneration”] Philippe LeCroix, with his new chauffeur,
I was nearing the end of the fourth group lesson on self-defense techniques at the store-front gym under the instruction of a heavily muscled Egyptian wrestler named Anwar, when he took me aside and, after telling me he thought I’d make a natural wrestler, asked me if I’d like to stay after class and have him demonstrate some holds to me. I had admired his massive build—a bodybuilder’s barrel
Ad placed by Andre (9 slender inches) and Mike (8 thick inches) in the local weekly newspaper: - - - - Power Drills: GBM’s, Strong, hard, silent eight- and nine-inch power drills seek tight BWM or SWM who seeks filled fantasy experience for multiple drill role play says-no-but-wants-yes bottom. Call Mike at 945-6036. - - - - Ad Rob saw instead in the local weekly newspaper and decided
“But I don’t understand how you can just stand here, out on this beach, and declare that Jason Dunn has run away with his college football offensive team coach and lost his virginity, Doctor Klein. The Dunn’s paid us to find their son, and I very much doubt they will be amused with the elaborate and very offensive story you’ve come up with by way of explanation.” “It’s elementary, Snidely. And
I waited until we'd almost reached Miami's airport, but I couldn't leave it here.
We live in a university town, my wife and I, and we live in a neighborhood within five blocks of the edge of that university. It’s an affluent neighborhood, built on heavily wooded, well-manicured lots on the side of a ridge, with narrow streets running up and down and twisting here and there. Almost like the country, but a wealthy enclave right in the small city. Quite staid we are. Not ones for
“How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform.”I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I’d been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons’s Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I’d barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt over my shoulders. That didn’t stop the
I’m not sure why I went to Club 216 that night. I’d joined months before but had gone only rarely. Joining put me on their e-mail list, though, and I kept seeing announcements go by of their semiannual beauty contest. It didn’t pay much attention to it—or at least I didn’t think I had—but that Saturday night found me there, just a couple of table rows away from the stage. I was by myself at the
When I left Bangkok, Thailand, the first time, I originally thought I'd be returning to a world that was almost completely straight and that my days of enjoying a rich and active bi lifestyle were over. My work with the government, with its strong homophobic policies, just didn't seem to leave that avenue safely open to me. And for a couple of years, when I was assigned to Washington, D.C., and
I had always thought that about the only thing you could do on a pool table was play pool, but the Taylor brothers went to great length and depth to teach me otherwise. I’d met the three brothers on the beach at Pataya, Thailand. Their family owned a hotel construction company and was making money hand over fist in throwing up fancy hotels in downtown Bangkok and at the Pataya and Hua Hin
My first, memorable threesome was in that fancy gym in Bangkok where I had recently met who I called my Indian magician, who had seduced and initiated me. And the threesome was orchestrated by that Indian diplomat as well. He had been eyeing a military attaché from the Israeli embassy on the exercise floor—a man pushing his forties, built close to the ground but with long arms, almost simian in
My first time for a lot of things came within a three-week period. I was a young Air Force pilot, living in Bangkok, Thailand, and flying the SR71 photoreconnaissance airplane. I was as virginal as they came before arriving in Bangkok. Sports through school and Air Force training and heavy workouts pretty much had taken all of my time and energy. I was about as Mom, apple pie, and country first
I stepped back from the sidewalk, hugging my arms close to my sides, and leaned back on the wall at the corner into the alley, raising one leg, knee bent, and my cowboy booted foot flat against the wall. The hole in the sole of that boot was worn clean through and the cold of the wall wasn’t as cold as that of the sidewalk pavement. Besides, it was a good pose for the purpose. While still
[Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation,” “Natchez Refreshment,” “Biloxi Renewal,” “Reconnected Recovery,” “Theatrical Revival,” “Sailing Back into Life,” “Harvesting in the Park,” “Garden District Plunge,” “Dangerous Experiment,” “Dueling Regeneration”] Philippe watched them from the shadows in
The next day was my next tennis date with Ben. As I had thought and hoped for, after we’d played and I’d beaten him for the first time, I learned that he was in bad condition again and needed help. We both took showers, and he started back for the massage room, but I stopped him, telling him I had found a better place for him to get relief. We hurriedly both put gym shorts and T-shirts on, and I
It was the first month of my graduate school, and it was my turn for the “introductory” evening with my Logic professor, Paul Hollings. When I’d asked someone who’d taken his class the previous year what the proper attire for such an event was, he had just given me a lopsided grin and said, “For a handsome guy like you? I’d suggest very bulky clothes.” He hadn’t elaborated, but I probably
Although I had several white bandana encounters that week in which all a stranger needed to do to get submissive sex from me was to ask for my bandana, none were as strange as the one I had while I was on my way to play tennis with Ben the first time. I was strolling along, racket case under my arm, when a big black limousine, with smoked windows rolled up beside me, the driver’s window rolled
My next team punch event day was more memorable for being the day of the double massage than for my losing a wrestling match and getting fucked. I lost the match, of course. This time to Greg, who was perverse enough to make me swing both my arms and legs over the parallel bars and then got on a bench under me and fucked me first from the front, my ass tipped up and then from the back, my ass
I still felt better about the possibilities of taking control the next evening, which may be why I took that ticket the doped up rocker had given me and attended his concert. His band really was quite good. He had a large crowd in the university’s soccer stadium and it was even filmed for national sale as a video. The rocker who had fucked me had a great, raspy, character-laden voice and he
At my next tennis match with Ben, he allowed as how he wasn’t in nearly the same painfully hard condition that he had been when we’d done the prostate procedure, but he did show a bit too much eagerness to repeat the massage that day if I thought it was advisable. I wanted him at full staff for presentation to the coach, so I asked him if he could hold off until our next practice match, to which
Coach Seeman had told all of the wrestlers that they could come over and use his swimming pool at any time, and I was so sore and strung out later that afternoon that I took him up on the offer. I knew there was a wrestling meet during that time and figured that Seeman and the real wrestlers would be busy with that and that I’d have the pool to myself. I did, in fact, have the pool to myself
I trudged back to the dorm from having been raped by my Logic professor, feeling very down and very sore, hoping that no one would ever learn about my humiliation; angry at the professor, not knowing how I was going to be able to sit in his class in front of him now. Worried about whether and what demands he might make on me for the rest of the semester. I wasn’t that way. I didn’t want to be
I had been sexually assaulted by three men within my first week at school. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I let it go for several days and then, when I was on my way to throw some hoops at the gym, I just snapped and found myself seeking out the dean of men students. I didn’t know if I could get a walk-in appointment with him, but I felt like I needed to talk to someone about
It had been three days since I had been raped four times within two days, and I was hiding out. I had taken a by-week apartment made over from a motel not too far from the campus, dropped the logic class, and kept as low a profile as I could. I’d found the former motel too noisy to study in, so I was camped out in a small overgrown park nearby, where I was studying on an old picnic table. I
I’d had enough of these repeated sexual assaults; being used like this. The next day, I packed my car and headed for home. No more than three miles beyond the campus gate, though, I heard a police siren and was pulled over to the side of the road. I sat in the car, wondering what I had done wrong, as a policeman strutted around and took a look at both license plates, all the time swishing a
Coach Seeman delivered me to Nate’s door, ravished and still in handcuffs, which had been moved so that my arms were in front of me, and with my jeans barely covering me. When Nate answered the door, he was wearing only his briefs. As the dorm counselor, he had an actual one-bedroom apartment, including separate bedroom, a kitchenette, and a bath—which made me wonder why he showered in the common
I stayed with Nate for the next two weeks, taking in my regular classes in the afternoon and spending most of the mornings learning the fundamentals of wrestling from Nate and Greg in a small room off the main wrestling gym while the coach’s regular “Greek Wrestling” class went on in the main wrestling gym. I thought I was getting the hang of it until I was called in for what coach termed one of
Later that afternoon I got my first glimpse of my possible ticket out of this “team punch” hell. I went to class and the professor, who was also my faculty advisor, asked me to come see her in her office after her next class. When I appeared there, she wasn’t alone. A young student was sitting and chatting with her. I took to him immediately. He was perhaps the most handsome youth I’d ever seen;
My next team punch event defeat wasn’t too taxing. I was getting steeled to these attacks on my body. The winner was one of those lean, mean Marines, without an ounce of fat on a very efficient body and a shaved haircut. Not much to brag about in the below-the-belt category, which probably is why I’d seen him hang out with one of the bantam-weight wrestlers, a willowy, but obviously strong,
The exhaustion of and loss of strength from the previous day’s unexpected sex encounters may have accounted for my tennis match the next day, but it’s just as likely that Ben was just a much better tennis player than I was. He agreed to let me try to recoup the loss and set up another match for two days hence. As I had hoped, we were the only ones in the graduate gym shower room when we went in
I had been summoned to the medical suite at my office at the end of the Friday dayshift of my second week on the job, and I showed up with a great sense of trepidation. It had been hard finding this job, and I just had to keep it. But I’d scored drugs for a short time when I’d been in college, and I knew this company had a strict drug policy. I hoped that they hadn’t found out about that—or that
“I really do worry about you. When did you eat last?”“Please, please, don’t stop,” Marc whimpered between pants. “Finish me, please. Don’t make me wait.”“Now you want it,” the dance master laughed. “We’ll see how badly you want it.”The two young men were lying on a pile of old costumes in the dark corner of the back of the stage behind the wings. The dance master, Patrick Moran, only
“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
[Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” “Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] Philippe had found this one particularly
If the CEO of my company hadn’t seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don’t know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting. I’d been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see Peterson in the bar. He was one of
If I didn’t get a good fuck in before tomorrow evening, Tonya and I would be out of the medals for sure. We’d come to the Paris Grand Prix with good hopes of standing on the platform, but my timing was all off in the twists and throws we’d attempted in our practice session tonight, and I knew it was because I was so jittery from not getting my rocks off since we’d been at Skate Canada a couple of
I had had my eye on Aleksey since the skating season began. He was the new partner for Tonya in the ice pairs division, and he was sheer sex on ice. He was all dark, brooding good looks; muscle and power and with curly black hair on his arms and legs and swirling around his pecs and diving in a wide path down into his leotard. He wore his jet black hair long, in a pony tail, with a few strands
Momma, please. I won’t talk back anymore. Let me out of the closet, Momma. Or turn on a light. You know how scared I am of the dark. Don’t leave me here in the dark, Momma. Please. Please Momma. Momma? Momma?* * * *Brandon leaned over the low, padded cubicle wall and winked at Colleen and told her she was looking mighty fine today. Then, as he turned and moved down the corridor between
I'll always remember the Israeli by the image of him standing there at the window of the Oriental Hotel room, the strong Bangkok sun bathing his body in afternoon light—that and by the cockiness with which he took control. The Israeli army officer, a military attaché at his country's embassy in Thailand, had just two weeks earlier been part of my first threesome. He had seen me working out in
“Open to me. Open to daddy.” And I spread my legs for him. Before he pushed me back gently onto the thick carpet on the moss covering the little sun-spackled glen, he had me kneel before him and take his beautiful, huge cock into my mouth, where I worked it up to over ten inches of hardness to the sounds of the birds twittering in the trees and the jogger emitting little sighs and moans of
If the kitchen of Kasem’s family in the upcountry jungle of Thailand hadn’t burnt to the ground, I possibly never would have found out what the special Bangkok sports massage was all about. Kasem was my masseur at a fancy Bangkok gym, which was open for “men only” a couple of nights a week and which was a major pickup place for prime cuts of male meat. Of course, when I’d started going to the
Lattimore stopped at corner of the cookhouse as he was crossing from the main house of his ranch outside Laramie, Wyoming, to the corral to train the quarter horse he’d bought on the last cattle drive to Omaha. He leaned on a fence and watched young Kit chopping wood. The young man was stripped to the waist while he chopped.Bulking up real good, Lattimore thought. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad
I had been going to Gabe and Steve’s Gym for a couple of months, and I was quite pleased with the results. I could tell that Gabe and Steve were pleased too, as they’d both been giving me the eye when I was in the shower. I didn’t mind all that much; it was a free world and looks didn’t cost me anything—or so I thought at the time. I knew that Gabe and Steve were a couple, but that didn’t mean
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 shaving and racketeering. In Bangkok, Cowboy
As I walked into the city on the main street, Damrak, leading directly from Amsterdam's central train station, I nervously fingered the folded e-mail I'd been carrying tucked in my wallet for the past month and a half. Damrak changed into Rokin, and at the end of canal off the Amstel River, I made a right onto Heiligeweg. I had thought of this possibility on and off for the whole cruise down
It wasn’t a regular day of practice; only Hank and I had come in, and we’d worked out in the gym after we’d done laps on the field. I could tell he was steamed about something, but I didn’t ask about what. He had finished first, and it looked like I had the locker room to myself when I came in from the gym. I took a quick shower and pulled on my briefs and some baggy shorts and an athletic T, and
“What’s for dinner? Lamb chops, I hope. You do those so well.”“Of course, if that’s what you want, Ely. If that’s what you want, than that’s what we’ll have.”He’s got no taste buds left, I think. What does he care if it’s lamb, pork, or shit? Note to self—while I try to keep my voice from having the sarcastic edge Ely had complained about of late. Of course we don’t have any lamb chops in
The reports of the week were winding down, and I looked around the table, only half conscious of what was being reported. The three older guys at the table would take care of all that for me. I was sizing up all of the young and beautiful people I’d stocked the board with. The power to do this was the joy of heading a robust family business; I could stock the board with the pick of the crop, and
Is this the very café table where we sat? Yes, I think it is. In fact, I’m sure it is. It’s as if time has stood still. The café is just as it was nearly thirty years ago—or at least I don’t remember anything as different. It’s hard to believe that as much as London has changed over the last twenty years, Norwich might not have changed at all. Or so it seems. And so I want it to be. I don’t want
He had become obsessed with me. The party was large and boisterous and our eyes had met across the room and he gave me a brilliant smile. A short time later, he’d sat down beside me with people swirling all around us and had put his hand on my thigh and had given me that brilliant smile again. I tipped my glass to show I needed a refill and glided away from him, not wanting to make a scene. Not
The cyclist was racing along the top of the Mississippi levee, anxious to get back into Natchez before the rains hit. Sweating profusely in the humidity and under the blazing sun, he had stripped his jersey off and wrapped it around the handlebars of the bike. It was almost dusk now, however, and the storm clouds were rumbling in. He felt chilled and tried to free the jersey from the handlebars
Dutch came first. It was a particularly busy and boisterous night in the Dick Hut, tucked in the back shadows of an alley off the Nuuanu Stream in the heart of Honolulu's red light district. The sign over the door actually said
My wife was off to see her mother, and for the first time since he’d gotten it, my neighbor, Marty, had invited me for an evening in the hot tub he had put in. His house backed onto my side yard, and he’d done a whole lot of nice renovation on his property since he had moved in. Marty was divorced and probably was in his early fifties, judging from his graying hair, but he had kept himself quite
Jerome stood just inside the doorway at the shadowed end of the room. He should have just turned and gone down the stairs and out to the carriage to tell Thomas that Master John wasn’t ready to go yet. That’s all Thomas, Master John’s carriage driver, had told him to do. But the shock of what he’d found when he’d entered the house on Decatur Street and been waved to the second door down the hall
I was there for three nights in the basement strip club on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter, always sitting at the same table. I had picked him out on the first night—a lithe but well-muscled, dark Greek, displaying a mixture of danger and sassiness; much more into what he was doing than any of the other performers. His act was black leather. Studded-leather harness crisscrossing his chest,
There were four of them who entered the store close to closing time, all muscled punks decked out in black leather. I owned the small convenience store but found myself behind the counter this evening because my regular night clerk called in sick. The hunkiest of the four came up to the counter and puckered his lips and gave me a air kiss. He asked me where Jake, my regular evening clerk, was.
One of the saddest—and most ironic—casualties of the internecine Greek-Turkish war on Cyprus that divided the island into warring camps three decades ago was the once-famous and elegant Ledra Palace Hotel. The Treaty Room of the Ledra Palace, a hulking stone edifice in the Moorish style, had been the venue where the British secretly committed the crime of slicing up the Arabian Peninsula and
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
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
It was a hot day, and I was out doing my laps in the pool when the roofers arrived. They had started the previous afternoon, just diddling around and getting their supplies where they wanted them. The older of the two was a well-turned-out, chiseled-featured, and solidly built dude, probably in his early forties, with prematurely graying dark hair. He looked like he’d taken real good care of
I had never tried to seduce another guy before, but Dale was just there at the right time and place. We were both runners—he because he was on the college football team and running up and down the Pine Mountain trail helped keep him in shape and I because I wasn’t that long out of college myself and I was doing the best I could to keep my fine form in shape. We had passed each other a couple
“And a ten-inch cock.”“You’re shitting us now,” Oliver said.“Yes, I’m shitting you,” Porter answered. “But, really, I would want him to have a nice cock on him.”“Well, high on my list is that he has to be willing to take out the trash without being asked to,” Adrian interjected.“And put the toilet seat down too?” someone asked. They all laughed.“No, thank god,” Adrian answered
I saw him from a good distance away, walking down the highway in the direction I was driving shortly after a big cloverleaf marking the intersection of two major highways. He hardly looked like an experienced hitchhiker, but that was exactly what he seemed to be doing. Not only was hitchhiking illegal on a highway like this, but I also couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a hitchhiker on the
“First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . .”Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like “Ebb Tide,” when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it.It wasn’t a question of being a prima donna and
I think I just might be the best peach picker in Virginia. Well, in Rockingham County at least. And that isn’t just me boasting. That’s what Brother Jeb said all the time I was picking peaches for him. And Mr. Howell said that to me too. More than once he said that. I’ve heard both men say that, in the peach business, it’s getting the first fruit of the season to market before anyone else does
I was just about home free with the tasty wench the lads had brought on board for me from Kingston when the attack started. After some mouth play, she hadn’t objected in the least when I’d unlaced her bodice and started giving her ripe melons the attention they deserved. We were entwined together in the window seat of my vessel’s fantail, and, forward lass that she was, she had unbuttoned my
The song “Kisses Sweeter than Wine” sprang to my mind, because that was what his kisses were. As far as I could tell in the dimly lit Blue Moon resort hotel room in Las Vegas, he was a young hunk, no older than I was. Most of the men in the room were older, a few probably twice or more my age. None were complete throwaways, but he was prime among them. And he had latched on to me as soon as I’d
[Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” “Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] The young, drunk construction worker
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. You could have told he wasn’t really
I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth—passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion naturally dissipated from that point.
We were tooling down the highway in the early evening at a pretty good clip in my BMW Z4 Roadster when Perry started to get frisky. Perry was this hulking blond roommate of mine who also was on the football team, but who was a couple of years older than I was and played first-string tailback. I’d just started college this year and was still warming the bench, although I’d impressed the coach
I thought I was going to be sick. His mother asked him to entertain us, to play something for us on the piano, and the pert-butt blond tossed the curl out of his face and flowed over to the piano and started to fill the room with Chopin. I’d had this kid in my craw for a good fifteen years, and all I wanted to do was to slam him to the floor and fuck the stuffing out of him. And that was when he
Since the 1930s my extended family has had a remote ranch in a hidden Colorado Rockies valley abutting Medicine Bow National Park south from Laramie, Wyoming. The mountain fasts there—almost alpine in environment—are majestic, but they can be raw and cruel as well. Our family raised cattle there and took timber off the mountainsides in a planned "thinning" harvest pattern that supported a
The most wonderful thing a lover has ever done for me was to give me my life. I didn’t understand it at the time, but if he had loved me as I wanted him to—as I begged him to—I would be long dead today. The days of my sexual coming of age in Bangkok, Thailand, during the early eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a realization of how life can come back at you hard that I didn’t
Doug had been conditioning me for months. We had met at the gym, and several weeks after we’d become regular spotting partners, he revealed to me, almost in an off-hand manner, that he was bisexual and that he actually preferred gay sex. He didn’t come on to me—at least not directly—and I consider myself fairly open-minded, so I continued with our informal spotting arrangements. I also had an
* * * The coven was good enough to dump Doug on the steps of an ER in a cross-town hospital and to drop me off at home with one of the younger men from the group there with me to clean me and the damage to our bedroom up and to provide an alibi for me when the police arrived later that evening. After the police left, I went into the bathroom and ran a steaming bath. I stretched out in the
I had been playing with the brunette’s tits, just as she was playing with mine, and I just got my hands away in time for Doug to take over. He must have been rougher on her tits than I was, because she was yipping and moaning and groaning and bouncing a bit on my skewer, which went to twelve inches under her attention. After a few minutes, he wish boned my legs again so that he could bury meat
Sailing Back into Life [Author’s Note: When the Philippe Lecroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” "Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] Alphonse waved
FlyboysPete swung into the gym with a big grin on his face. “Fleet’s in and I’ve already talked with Javier. His ship will be in early, on Thursday. Says he can get a three-day shore pass. Time for a special weekend.”“I’m game,” Todd answered, but he was looking up at the man spotting him on the bench press and asked, “How about you, Dan?”“Every weekend’s special with you, babe,” Dan
(Written by request for a satin fetish story by James A.)The music swells and the lights dim under the big tent, as the excitement builds in the audience and the buzzing conversations subside with the rising expectation that something—something special—is about to happen. Strobing lights and laser beams come up, gyrating around on the floor below and under the canopy of the tent above,
Count Gregor Arninov towered over his elegantly dressed host and hostess in the foyer of their winter dacha as his sleigh was being brought around. He was leaning over them and holding the admiral’s wife’s small silk-gloved hand in his appreciably larger satin-clad one while he murmured how wonderful their ball had been and that, yes, he had enjoyed dancing with their daughter immensely. The
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
Searching for It(Corbin and Ethan both go looking for it on the New York docks)(sounding, fetish, docks, gay male clubs, domination, gay anal, rough sex, daddies, obsession, collections)“Yo, there, buddy. Lookin’ for somethin’? Cause I got somethin’ for you.”Corbin took a good look at the burly man who had materialized from behind a stack of metal barrels beyond where the light
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
Boyd had been leery of the arrangement from the very beginning, but he hadn’t said anything to his father about it. His father seemed so happy about having found Vic, one of Boyd’s college prep school coaches, two years after Aaron, his former lover, had died. Boyd would much rather it had been anyone other than Vic, someone who Boyd hadn’t known before Aaron died. But, when he was being honest
In most senses Bran had been invisible at the Hayden saloon the couple of months he’d been there. But as he came out of the back room into the main saloon hall, carrying the bucket of water Levi Yost, the saloon keeper, had told him to use to freshen the bowls in the rooms upstairs, he looked at the tall Christmas tree in the corner. Sadie, Katie, and Faye were busy happily decorating the tree
Goran saw the young man standing nervously at the reservations desk and liked what he saw. He was even happy that Serge, the maître d, was pretending not to see the young man, because that meant that Goran, the waiter, could see him to the table—and could make contact of some sort with him on the way there. Goran was one to make an immediate assessment of the playing field and pick out who he
Last night I dreamt I went to paradise again. I believe we can credit the encounter to Daphne du Maurier. My tour in Cyprus was at an end, but I had hung on for a month, sending my wife back to Washington, D.C., to get the house open up again and everything there back in working order and to guide one of our children into a new university year. I had stayed past my assignment rotation date to
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
“I’d like to make an Australian Crawl.” Stan gave a hearty laugh and acknowledged an empty glass up the bar. While he was gone, Keith, in turn, acknowledged that his own beer glass had miraculously filled on its own. He didn’t have much doubt that Stan was trying to get him drunk so that Keith would go in the back room with him. The burly barkeep had been putting the moves on him for some time
I had been jittery and conflicted for the entire two weeks since I’d seen that big black topping a guy at a pool party in Bangkok. I had been bottoming for a Swede in a nearby patio lounge when I looked over and saw this monster cock jack-hammering in out of the other guy—who clearly was in seventh heaven—and I almost melted on the spot. I was conflict, though. Obsessed with desire because the
I have always managed to keep my bisexual world in check and separate from my public straight world by always putting my wife and children first and by committing only to them—that is, possibly, with one notable exception. I had an atypical long-term relationship with an Australian colleague that seemed innocuous at least at the beginning but that has grown stronger over the years—possibly beyond
I guess it may have been because of my mother—and of the strange beliefs my grandmother formed around her. Up until the time my grandmother’s ill health coincided with me being old enough to go to college, I’d been kept in the dark about so many things. I knew that my mother must have done some really, really bad things from the way that my grandmother just tightened up, crossing her arms under
Perhaps I gave in so easily because Lenny embodied the best of two worlds. First, he was a wonderful, gentle caregiver. He had been coming to my house twice a day for several weeks to take care of my bed-bound grandmother, who was recovering from a broken hip. Second, he was drop-dead gorgeous. All blond Swedish muscle with a shy smile to accompany his sensuous mouth. I’d had a rough week
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
“You’d get half of the bid, plus you’d get to keep the clothes.”I didn’t know that I was all that wild about being auctioned off, but I had to admit that I liked—no, I loved—Zhao Zeng’s clothes. That was what had attracted me to him in the first place. His black satin shirt and trousers were cut so well—and so provocatively—on him that I could hardly keep my eyes off him, even though I’d come
“Ahhh, that were very nice,” I said with a deep, satisfied sigh, as I spilled my seed down Des’s chin. We were in the boathouse on the lower lake, here because Des had wanted me to fuck him. But now we’d have to sit and talk for a bit, listening to the racing shells grind against the dock outside in the bit of a squall that had come up over Sandhurst. It would take me a few to recharge.“Cig?”
“Lou is chasing another story down, Gavin, and this one doesn’t look like more than a short paragraph in the local news section. So if you’ve got an hour or two, could you check this out? And if you don’t have an hour or two, I’d like to know what you’re doing; what you’re working on now was due on my desk an hour ago.”The city editor handed Gavin a telephone message form.“OK, boss. I’ll
I came to slowly, the flashing colored lights taking their time to form in my consciousness and whatever Tony had spiked my drink with slow to let loose of me. I was lying on a bed. I tried to rise, but my hands were cuffed together above me and my legs were cuffed as well to the lower corners of the bed. But the bounds were loose there. I could raise my legs as I wanted, but I couldn’t rise from
“I’m going to take you to the Darling tonight.”I froze. I’d been chatting with three other guys on the sectional sofa in the conversation pit, not even aware that the major had reentered the house. I was studiously avoiding thinking of where he was. Otherwise I wouldn’t have been in this conversation group at all. I normally tried to stay well away from these three. The three pansies we had
The two construction workers worked quickly and efficiently, cleaning up for the evening around the construction site on the new house on the steep hillside overlooking the pounding surf on the rugged coast below. The two moved together, in fluid motion. They were having a boisterous and obscene conversation of what the two horny hunks planned to do to their girl friends that evening after a
I wondered what he could tell about me that no one at home or the office—at least I hoped and always had thought—knew. He had introduced himself as Hal when he’d appeared beside me in Business Class and I’d stood from my aisle seat so that he could get over to the window. He’d had a friendly smile, and if I hadn’t been busy during the first two hours over the Atlantic from New York going over the
I fully acknowledge my weakness, but I think Janine has a share in the shattering of my vows to her. I’d only had that one fling back in college—with Phil. But Chet and Phil had had an affair after college, and now Chet was living in the next acreage to ours. Obviously Phil and Chet had talked about me, and Chet knew all about me before he moved here, because he had made quite clear to me that he
“It sounds too complicated for you, Matt,” Jason had said. “Getting a list would be the hardest part—impossible, I think. This is a small potatoes town. I think you should just keep it to the street and be happy when it works out. And get a job.”I’ll admit that getting a job was what got the plan rolling. Then getting a list turned out to be one of the easiest parts. The roughest part,
Theatrical Revival [Author’s Note: When the Philippe LeCroix series has been completed, it’s best read in the following order: “New Orleans Rejuvenation” “Natchez Refreshment” “Biloxi Renewal” “Reconnected Recovery” “Theatrical Revival” “Sailing Back into Life” “Harvesting in the Park” “Garden District Plunge” “Dangerous Experiment” “Dueling Regeneration”] The bodybuilder
I closed my lips over Sir Guy’s cock and pushed his foreskin down with them, my tongue going to opening and flicking down into his piss slit as my mouth slowly took more and more of him inside the moist warmth of my mouth cavity. He sighed contentedly and ran his fingers through my hair. He reached up and pulled my cock down to his lips and started returning the compliment.We were half way
“You cannot put it off any longer, my friend. If you do not choose for Asu soon, the priests will take him. The choice will no longer be yours—or Asu’s. He is of age for starting the life chosen for him. He cannot do other than meet his destiny.”“I know that, Sargon, it is just so hard . . .”Baltasar, the wood merchant, was sitting at a table outside of the tea shop in the bazaar, sipping
I had become a regular at the gym on Tuesday nights, and this 40-something businessman named Clint, who was also a regular on that night, and I had gotten to where we regularly spotted each other through our bar bell work. He was in great shape for his age, leaner than I was, but with well-defined, ropy muscles and chiseled square-cut features. I’d been trying to save the money for some time to
As I came up from the beach, I saw Carl and Angela on the deck, He had her top off and was stroking her breasts, and she was sitting astride his lap, having made who knows what connection. I knew what they’d be doing for the next couple of hours, which would leave me at loose ends again. I decided to take the initiative. “Hey, Carl,” I yelled out from below the deck sight line. “Would now be
Trunk of the Car, Part 1 I found I had a carefree weekend on my hands, so I had driven into the small town to answer an ad for a classic Triumph convertible that I might want to add to my collection. But I had been up and down the street several times without finding the address I was looking for. So, I just parked my car and started hunting on foot. I did find the address, but no one seemed
Eric must have enjoyed the polishing job we’d done on the trunk of his Tempest, because when I’d finished shooting off into him, he said, “Well, Peter if you’ll get this beautiful body off mine and stop entertaining the neighbors, perhaps we should go in and shower.” “I want to fuck again. I want you to fuck me,” I said, without moving. “That’s not out of the equation,” Eric said, with a
As we were leaving the shower, Eric took the tube of mentholated lubricant, squeezed out a large glob, and asked Claude to apply it, which Claude was more than happy to do, pushing his hand deep down the back of Eric’s silk shorts and massaging the gel into Eric’s ass as Eric grunted and twitched his butt. “As soon as this does it’s magic,” Eric said. “I want you to have another go at me, Claude.
Sometime later, I was awakened by Eric pressing on my shoulder. I raised my arms to bring him into bed with me, but he shushed me and said in a low voice, “No, not that. We hear something downstairs. Claude’s gone ahead to check it out. He wants us to follow him down. When we got to the first floor, we could see Claude at the back of the house, near a door that went into a workout room. Claude
After hosing ourselves off again and getting back into those silk shorts, Claude suggested we go down to the living room and drink beer and watch a football game on TV. So, down we went. After I tossed off my first beer, I began to feel a little sorry for the dude hanging up in the gym and asked if it would be okay if I went in there and cleaned him up a bit and put some salve on the new hole
When I awoke, the room was dim, and the house seemed very quiet. It had been a great day, but it was time to shower off one last time and hit the road. But first I’d find the guys and see what they were up to. As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I heard some noises from the back of the house and padded into the gym. The pizza guy was still on delivery, I could see. They’d pulled out the
While living on the island of Cyprus, I developed quite a taste for young Turkish men. If you could get a good-looking, well-constructed Turkish guy before he got too far into his forties, you could almost guarantee you'd have something forceful, vigorous, straightforward, and good natured to play with. You also, quite often, would have a guy with a pretty heavy pelt on him. Now, I didn't
The Hulk crouched near the bolted heavy oak door, eyeing Rab, ready to pounce, trying to anticipate where Rab might try to scurry next. The stone-walled chamber wasn’t small, but it wasn’t so large that Rab had much of a chance evading the Hulk much longer. Both men were panting, having played this cat-and-mouse game for several minutes, but Rab was more winded than the Hulk was. No one in his
It was the wrong choice of swimwear, and I was headed back to the guest room to rectify that, when the cause of it all stopped me in the hallway. The new owner of our company had invited me to his country place for a weekend to discuss some details of a project we were working on and it turned out there was a pool party included. But, not knowing that, I hadn’t brought my suit. I had assumed this
I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil’s body, but Phil was about as straight as they come--and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships--Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good way for me to get down and dirty with
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