At the start of my first year at uni, I met a lad who had moved to Bristol from the other side of the country. I'd seen him around the computer science campus, and then I bumped into him near where I lived. His dad had been transferred within his firm, and the whole family had moved. We ended up living quite close together so Darren and I became good friends...
I was the baby of the family and my father died when I was nine. My brothers and sisters were all getting married and having children while I was still at school and living with my mam, and when I left school at sixteen I got a job locally in a big factory. I’m still there after 27 years, only my mam died when I was 20, leaving me on my own but not far from...
Dominic and I were neighbours and boyhood friends. We'd known each other most of our lives, we'd gone through school together, stayed over in each other's houses, even gone camping together along with our families and done pretty much everything else that two boys growing up are likely to do. Then one day as we were taking a shortcut home from the sports clu...
It had been 3 months since that strange evening took place, and while I had been glad that I hadn't met those men again, it had got me thinking. I carried on as usual, however, and didn't think to change my normal journey back from work. Then one day, as I was walking up the escalator, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face. As I hurried up the stairs and thr...
My first problem was what should I wear? I didn’t want anything too outrageous, I didn’t want to scare him off, but at the same time I did want to attract him and show him my feelings for him. In the end I settled for my dark blue mini skirt with pink satin French panties underneath. I had shaved my legs and thought I could get away with a pair of heels as l...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Reclining on the bed, I opened the second of my late father's secret photo albums. The first one had shown him and his mates on a camping trip, and in between all the normal innocent blokey photos were a few explicit shots of my dad and uncle having sex with two other men. At fir...
I've worked as a carpet fitter for many years. It's interesting work and it pays reasonably well too. There are, sometimes, other perks of the job as well. Some customers, not many, like to flirt and flirting can, and often does, lead to other things. In other words, some customers get turned on when they have a young, fit man, working and sweating on the fl...
"Hi there, I'm Chris," I say, as we meet for the first time and shake hands. "Lovely to meet you. Come on in," you say. We walk through to the kitchen/diner. "Cup of tea or coffee -- or would you prefer something stronger?" you ask. "Coffee would be great," I reply, "One sugar and not too strong, thanks." We sit down at the table and chat for a whil...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
I've decided after talking to a friend that its time I put a few thoughts down in writing, and share them. After all, what harm can it do? I've found retelling this story has rekindled a lot of memories and feelings, that I thought I'd left in the past. This is a true story about how I found myself, and how my best friend and I found each other. *****...