I could feel Stephen's jealousy through the door. It was palpable. Jealousy mixed with the raging desire of frustration. He was out there in the narrow, stuffy, seedy and dimly lit corridor of this down-market gay sauna.
The stinging sands on the desert wind were harsh on the white skins of the captured Europeans. The once proud and mighty crusader army had been ambushed and smashed in the hills of northern Syria.
My heart sank, my face tinged with slight blushing embarrassment. I knew things moment had been coming, but still, it stung like hell. It was now out between us; Oisin, my partner of 25years – since we first met at 18 in fact – with whom I shared an occasional open but increasingly solid and devoted relationship – just didn’t find me attractive any more.
Look, it's not that I don't like you anymore. We're still cool. But I'm just not interested in fucking you. C'mon man, you're not that cute 20year old boy I met you as. You're just a middle aged dude with thinning hair and a saggy arse. Nothing wrong with it.
We have a reunion of sorts every summer. Call it the `class of `99'.Not a school reunion mind. A reunion of a group of mates who debuted on the scene of our home city in 1999. There's usually 6 of us. We were all 17/18/19 back then. Young twinks and jocks fresh out of school.
Paul Stevenson was a bitch. In most senses of that term. He was a wealthy 45year old owner and manager of a hotel and a social media contrarian celebrity, with all the vacuous, pathetic glory that term implies. A stout, balding man with little natural charm and even sex appeal. But wealth and petty celebrity had afforded him plenty of opportunity to indulge his lusts. He was moreover, an asshole of a manger.
The twink mocked my dick. Now, I’m certainly not diminutive with regards to my manhood, but next to the python dong on this boy, I’m definitely put to shame
I've no reason to believe this first person account to be completely accurate. Then again, I see this sort of thing going on in the saunas frequent most weekends. Either way, it seems to be a common experience for those of us over the border of 35.....
Three Americans taken captive aboard an alien vessel. Kyle and Jackson prove easy enough to milk for their seed. But, the aliens encounter a problem with Ben.....
Ryan, former boyband pinup, is heading towards career-abyss in his middle age. He's also bored. And at present, quite drunk. Perhaps an afternoon's jaunt down the local cruising ground will lift his flagging spirit?