Right at the back, hidden by the side of a kiosk full of rows of mobile phone covers, there's a men's toilet. The first time I went in there I was twenty. It was early summer and I was back in Glasgow, back at home with my parents, from university. I think, by then, I was getting pretty comfortable about the fact I'm gay.
The Market Toilets
The Married Spaniard likes Cock
Across in the pool area, a Spanish mother was tugging a young boy away from the water towards the hotel, which he was not happy about. Behind her, the husband, wearing just black swimming trunks , was pushing a toddler in a stroller.
The Physical
I was 18 years old, hot, horny, tall, with an athletic looking body, hairless chest, longish brown hair and a relatively unused 8 inch dick. I say unused, because I had not had sex for three years, the first time being when I was 14 and fucked my 13 year old neighbor, followed by a long period of being in the closet, where I told no one that I was gay.
The Policeman
It was pretty old and run down, with one long metal urinal and no locks on the cubicle doors, but it was a good place to pick up guys and have a little fun. The best time of day was after 11.
The Sling in a Back Room of the Gay Baths
It was connected to the ceiling by means of four steel chains. Someone told me what it was used for. I wanted to try it but time was short and I had to leave. I did not see one again until recently. I had heard about a new bathhouse in this city that I was visiting. I was on business and would have to remain there fore about two weeks.
The Spark On The Hill
It isn't because I don't find the love I want from my partner. No, it is a much different need that is fulfilled by the embrace of total strangers. This experience happened two nights ago. It has been warm recently, and two nights ago was simply beautiful, cool and refreshing, with the smell of jasmine filling the streets.
The Storm Inside And Out
Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig. Ned was as particular about that as he was in finding the right position to fuck me.
The Straphanger
A human tide surges through the doors. I keep my seat since there are no aged or infirm to stand up for. The lady on my left pulls out a bible lesson to read, the man on my right buries himself in the Times stock market pages, and in front of me stands a strap-hanger whose crotch is a couple of feet from my face. New York. I love it. I'm not in the gay life, being married and all.
The Tale Of Two Penises
He is furious too, angry at his boss for giving him so less time to prepare his report, angry at the thought that he must be the only one working at this late hour in the whole of New York City, and angry that he will not be with his boyfriend Mark. Jack never thought he could ever fell in love, until he met Mark two years ago. It was mutual physical attractions that first drove the two together.
The Tall Man a Friend and Two Others
San Diego late 80's long haired white hippie surfer. The local men know me I'm less than a block from the beach part of the nudist hippie colony the beach full of mature men who live and sunbath naked everyday.
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