When I went to Greece as a teenager I was planning on chasing down the hot girls I hoped would be there, but then Mikey came along... He was a little older than me, and one of the hotel staff. Oh, and gay too. Not that that matters, he was a nice guy, and offered to show me around...
Eric has realized that he's gay, and he's looking for someone with experience to teach him, and he decides it's the hunk he sees in the park. With a plan to get the man in bed, Eric sets out for the park.
I am on the road, this time to Prague. I meet Igor on the plane. There is chemistry, and my business trip turns out to be much more than what I was hoping for.
Alex's steady count of hookups begin to exhaust even him. Having hooked up with Jim and his son, Peter, keeping secrets is starting to become a full-time job on this cruise. Meanwhile, Trevor gets in over his head with Christopher, the bartender.
It was my first trip to London and I was excited, not particularly about the touristic sights, but more on what I had heard about the city being so open in sex. I was ready for some guilt-free open sex. I wasn't disappointed.
The start of the New Year was our last full day at the resort. I woke up happier than I had been in years. My family was surrounding me, and I could still smell Darren on me as I laid in bed. After less than a week, this big muscle man had come into my life when I least expected it and turned my world around once again.
I could still hear Joe’s moans in my ears this morning. I could still feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. I could still feel the fullness of his cock inside me, how it filled me with his thick load once again. I could still feel his weight on me, that big muscled body of his. I could still feel everything from last night as I sat beside him this morning in his truck as he drove me back.
As I enjoy the sun and the skimpy-clad bodies, oiled and tanned, my dick reminds me that I need a hole. I walk over to the bar for a beer, and there is this dude lying on his back, wearing Speedos and bulged,
As a 40-year old man, I needed a change of scene, and the Barcelona Pride week seemed alluring. However, I never thought that I would enjoy my week of visiting Barcelona at this time as much as I actually did.
The young freshly-graduated man started a summer journey through East Europe. He never anticipated what lay in store for him when he reached Budapest and followed a touristic group led by the most handsome gypsy guide he had ever laid eyes on.