Derek was a former footballer who now worked as a pundit, co-commentating on big matches and writing a column in a Sunday paper. He was Nigerian in origin but had played for England because he had lived most of his life there. Burly was the word to describe him; a battering ram of a man. I had never liked him. He was a destructive player and not enjoyable t...
We had finally arrived at our camp, it was probably about 9 o'clock, but we weren't really too tired so we decided to make up the sleeping bags and maybe read for awhile before going to sleep. Rob had set the tent up and put out the sleeping bags fully open, one on top of the other to form a large bed rather than two individual sleeping bags. I thought it wa...
Shannon and Paul had been friends since Paul had come into the company, and had always been there for each other. When Shannon had initially suggested going out, Paul had had second thoughts; he was a little tired from an intense match earlier that night. But since there was nothing else better to do but sit around and feel sorry for himself because his sk...
I read every word. Then I read it again. "This is to certify that ----------- has been Honorable Discharged from the United States Navy, etc., etc., etc." My sea bag was packed, I was wearing my dress blues and my shoes were shined. I headed for the quarterdeck one last time. A snappy salute to the Officer of the Deck and a salute to the flag, my sea bag on...
-Money on the Side, Chapter 2. Thursday was a tough day. After my audition for the job at the party house I had, as instructed, not masturbated for the entire week, and by the time my last class Thursday ended, my balls were too full, straining against my jeans, and my cock had not been fully limp for the entire day. I packed my stuff in my backpack as i...
"Was I going to be as good to him as I was to his buddy?" I thought. "What choice did I have?" The first thing the guy behind me did, was to jamb two stiff fingers up my ass really hard. He twisted them around, jabbing them in and out while exploring the soft smooth walls of my ass with no regard for my comfort or feelings. Secured to the wall by my waist,...
Bobby made me his faggot with his legs. My smooth-skinned, skinny-legged 18-year-old high school buddy wrestled me one day, dominating me totally in his brutal scissor holds and "forcing" me to have sex with him. I say it that way because I was just waiting for the chance to be his and in wrestling and squeezing me half to death in his powerful young legs th...
I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
The Twelve Maidens "Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath," said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness. Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group o...
Note: This story is more humorous than erotic, but I'm sure someone will find it appealing. *** I hadn't been laid in 3 years. Sounds insane? Not really. It's easy enough to find sex as a younger gay man, but when your hairline starts to recede, and you pile on the pounds, the well starts to dry up. Being far below average in the looks department doesn't...