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New Man at the Village Café

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Me, trembling. I'd just noticed you watching me at the café in the square. I was sitting where the young men displayed themselves for the tourists, but I was new to this. More curious than anything else. Sure I could handle one of those paunchy, cigar-chewing, middle-aged American tourists—just a surreptitious suck—usually him sucking me—in the alley nearby...

Batavian Duel

by sr71plt on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...

Ethiopian Cabin Boy

by sr71plt on Aug 22, 2017
Gay Male

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...

First Time at Sea

by Willing2Do on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

[This is a historical and somewhat fictional story. The basic story was told to me over several days by an old man I met in England through his son. I met the son, Nigel, on a scuba diving trip in the Mediterranean. We became close friends, and I accepted an invitation to visit him in England. The story involves sex between men. So the usual disclaimers and...

The German

by sr71plt on Sep 15, 2017
Gay Male

I was met in the baggage area of the Munich international airport by a florid, slightly oversized man, obviously Germanic, who apparently knew who I was, although I didn't have a clue who he was beyond him having introduced himself as Hans when he approached me. They obviously wanted it that way and I was at their command. I didn't actually have any luggage...

Beautiful Bondage

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I had been told that the assignment was a bit kinky, but a weekend stopover in Hawaii and three days on my own in Tokyo, paid for by the generous fee addition, were enough for me not to care. My pimp, Leon, told me to make myself blond all over, which I had grown used to in any assignment sending me to the Orient. And I was a bit intrigued because I was told...

Military Boy Lost Ch. 02

by CA808 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

His name was Dan and he was in the Marines out on a weekend night of drinking with friends and hopefully to get laid. The local Waikiki bar known for its military clientele ran beer specials that got some guys past their limit. Dan was almost there but still sober enough to know where he was. The walk towards where his hotel was along with the breezes put h...

Racing with the Devil Ch. 07-08

by KeithD on Apr 1, 2020
Gay Male

Chapter Seven: The Silent Servant, Ferdinand Ferdinand could tell that something was disturbing the ambassador as soon as he'd come back into the room. He knew what the man and his son had been arguing about. It wasn't because their voices had been loud; it was because he had been just outside the not-fully-closed door, listening to them. It was his busines...

Encounter with My Past Self

by popup1313 on Mar 6, 2018
Gay Male

My name is Gabe and I have made an incredible discovery. I work in a research lab for an unknown government agency that strictly aims to investigate and study unusual phenomena that occurs around the globe. Like what, you might ask? Yes, alien sightings/landings used to be a major part for a while, but after the landing in Nevada was taken care of (it was a...

Racing with the Devil Ch. 05-06

by KeithD on Mar 30, 2020
Gay Male

Chapter Five: The Ambassador, Hunter Sean Caldwell II Ferdinand looked over at me, a question in his eyes, as I revealed my irritation—and, yes, my fear—with a grunt and threw down my pen in exasperation. I was sitting at the desk in my bedroom at the ambassador's residence in the embassy compound, in my dressing gown, signing documents that needed to be ta...