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My Massage in Thailand

by jamie_vickers on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

This is my second story, please be a little kind. Since I'm new at this, I would appreciate any and all feedback. Wow, it's a full time job keeping up with emails and social media but I enjoy feedback! Guess you can say I'm a slut for it so freaking email me! Warning, this is male on male erotica. * While I'm thankful to have a job that pays handsomely,...

Legend of Cowboy

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

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 shavin...

Tennis Interview

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Perhaps stand over there at the center of the net with the grandstand and the Bangkok skyline in the background." Dent Douglas tore his eyes away from the young man who was interviewing him; turned his gaze on the photographer, Rick Rodriguez; and then, with a smile, moved to the center of the tennis court net and struck a pose. He was a tall, well-built s...

Harmony and Dissonance

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"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...

Director's Couch

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

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 cou...

Airport Sex

by swingerrn73 on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

I was transiting in a Middle East airport on the way to Thailand from Europe. Another of my college buddy was already in Bangkok. He had told me about all the happy ending massages and I could not wait to get there. At 18, I was horny like hell just thinking about the amazing sex – I had even tried to masturbate on the plane thinking about the women! Little...

In the Hands of the Lord

by erectus123 on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

Even though I am a little long in the tooth, my cock is in good shape. Not ten inches long, but it still fires like a NASA missile, with a few rare exceptions as when a missile explodes off target or veers off into outer space and is never seen again. No missile is perfect. Often, I feel a certain long and low pulsation back behind my sizable balls that mos...

Rude Awakening

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

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 mid seventies through the mid eighties were paradise followed by a rude awakening, a re...

Kasem's Kitchen

by sr71plt on Aug 17, 2017
Gay Male

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 co...

Sail to the Sun Ch. 03

by sr71plt on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Hoagie kept me close. I had a windowless room in the basement of the inn, across from the room Hoagie kept for himself down the corridor off the wings of the small stage in the club room. Hoagie's room—and mine—were beyond the six small cells, three to a side, off the corridor. The room was fine with me—it was no worse, and better in most respects—than the...