There is a lot of bullshit written about vampires. Yes, they do exist, so that’s not a myth, but all the rest, well, the crap people think they know about vampires is mostly nonsense. Firstly, they do not live thousands of years long, and around two hundred years is as good as it gets for them. When their time on earth comes to an end, they go to a remote place and do away with themselves. Fortunately, while they are arou...

I had never been to an adult theatre, and for some or other reason, decided that it was a block in my life with a missing tick. Down the road from a gay pub I frequented, I knew there was one of these establishments. I had always avoided it, because it was located in a rather seedy alley. One Friday night, I departed from the gay bar at around nine p.m., bored out of my mind. Passing the alley I glanced in, but then decid...

On business trips to a major city, I visited every six weeks, one of my pleasures was to visit a gay action bar called ‘The Hague.’ The owner was of Dutch origin, hence the name. It was a very enjoyable bar and I found it most agreeable to spend a few hours there. In the upstairs section there was a glory hole area, and three large cubicles with the largest of these, accommodating a sling. I did entertain myself upstairs...

At the age of thirteen my family life imploded, when my stepfather was sent to prison for ten years, having been found guilty of manslaughter. He would only be eligible for parole eight years later. I loved my stepfather, and although he was a ‘fun’ dad, he was also a hooligan who never grew up. He was perpetually in shit and drifted from one job to another. Pool hall fights were a weekly occurrence in his life, and on on...

Having graduated from college I rented an apartment in the city that I was required to move to. My dad was a disciplinarian who believed that you had to earn everything you got in life. When I was in high school, he told me that if I wanted to attend a college I had to get a scholarship to pay my own way. That being the case, I worked my arse off to attain the required marks that enabled me to do so. The company that spon...

Johnson was a real redneck. I met him during my basic training in the army. As most people are aware, in these institutions surnames are only ever used and as fate would have it, my surname was Johnstone. The reason I mention this was because every three to four days, we would have to do gate duty on a rotational basis. Naturally, the alphabet always features very strongly in these environments, and so there are no prizes...

If one wanted to observe the embodiment of the term, ‘built like a brick shithouse,’ then Ratchet would be the perfect example. Six feet four tall, he was broad in every aspect of his physique, and facial features. Ratchet’s real name was Richard, and he was a diesel mechanic. He got the nickname as result of a malapropism at technical college, when one of his fellow students’ referred to him in error, as Ratchet. Everyon...

When I was sixteen, my mom and dad decided to take a two-week long second honeymoon vacation. They coordinated this with my Easter break and I would, therefore, have the displeasure of spending my holiday with my mom’s best friend from high school.Ruth was married to a farmer named Waldo, and their twin sons Hans and Dirk were eighteen years of age. The boys had been named after their father’s German ancestors. Although t...

After my graduation from college as a certified teacher, I had to repay my college loan over a two year period by way of service, which meant that I had to teach wherever I was told to go. My first appointment was at a school with a principle that was an arsehole. Mr. Arlen did not like me, and the feelings were mutual. I was always in trouble. Several warnings and reprimands later, I was relocated to a school in the far...

After arriving in the town where I opened my gift shop, I was somewhat naïve. My life had always been arranged by my older lover named Pierre. Alas, I was considered a geriatric at the age of twenty-six and after having been dumped for a nineteen-year-old, I essentially had to recreate my new life. Upon my arrival in my new surroundings in a small town, I had made a firm commitment never to lie about my sexual orientation...

My name is Robin and I am a gym bunny. I really take exercising very seriously and have a good physique. I am five-foot-ten-tall; I’m blond and blue-eyed, and according to most people, I’m very good-looking. Sadly my sex life is practically non-existent. The problem is that I like ultra-masculine men and they seem to be few and far between. A further setback for me is that I am very conscious about my sexual orientation a...

When I moved into a multi-storey apartment block, I naturally encountered many of the residents on a regular basis. Of particular interest to me, were a couple named Gary and Jill. Jill was a petite and attractive woman, but Gary was magnificent. At the risk of the normal clichés, he was a six feet tall, blond hunk. Many of my masturbation sessions after our first meeting, were spent with Gary in mind. Being a straight co...

After five difficult months in an apartment that I had moved to, I was fed up. There always seemed to be one or other problem, and getting it fixed was always an ordeal. I gave my required one months’ notice and decided to move on. Two weeks later when I started panicking, I saw a ‘To Let’ sign on an apartment complex that I had always admired when driving by. I phoned the number and spoke to Costa. That evening I drove o...

I loved dancing. At my local bar, they had a dance floor in their upstairs section, where I spent many happy hours boogie-ing to my heart’s content. The upstairs section also had its own bar area, smaller than the bar downstairs. The large square bar counter downstairs and the surrounding area was mainly for socializing. Both floors in the bar had its own toilet section. Downstairs, the lavatory had three cubicles with no...

At the age of six, I entered the foster care system. Having been born out of wedlock I never knew my biological father. I am not sure that my mother knew who he was either. She was a troubled individual and it was deemed appropriate that I be placed with Shirley and Luke, my first foster parents, to have a normal upbringing. I had an erratic life with my mother prior to that, and having been ostracised by her family befor...