My buddy asked me if I wanted to join him and his wife at their cottage one afternoon for a barbecue and some relaxation. He said his wife had to work until 5:00 or so, but we could go in the morning and soak up some suds and sun and take a swim. Since my wife had to work too, I said that it was a good idea. We got to his cottage about 10:30 and walked arou...
Sitting in the quiet of the cubicle my heart beating quite quickly as I listened for the noise of approaching footsteps on the tiled floor. The smell of the place was intoxicating. I breathed it in savouring the different scents and the dankness of the old building. I was sat in the end stall of a cottage on the green a triangle of grass which adjoined a cri...
Friday morning, Declan woke once again to the sounds of cleaning. But unlike the day before, these sounds came from inside the house. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. It took him a moment to place himself; this wasn't the cottage he'd rented for the week. Then he remembered he'd spent the night with Shane. It was a mistake. Maybe. Declan could...
I was overwhelmed by my reception when I returned to Asheville. Suddenly people wanted to speak to me and associate with me who never had the time of day to give me when I lived there and worked in boarding houses. Everyone scrupulously avoided speaking of my origins in the city—especially the men, some of whom I recognized all too well. But I was invited ev...
Chapter One I was on my way to the cottage after several years' absence. I had just inherited the place from my grandparents. On the weekend I was going to be 28 years of age, single and very excited about seeing my summer childhood haunt. I loved our country refuge. The cottage was built in the early 40's by my dad and grandad. They scavenged material to...
My parents have a cottage in the countryside. There is a farm about a mile down the dirt road where this hunk, who is the son of the farmer, lives. I've caught him spying on me when I would be alone at the cottage. The exhibitionist in me loved dressing and undressing for him. He never approached me, but from watching him jackoff while I put on a show told m...
When Darren said to me "Bernie, I've got to tell you something. You won't like it, but I must. This is the last time I can see you," I was first shocked, then devastated. I pleaded in vain for him to reconsider but he was firm : it was making things difficult for him at home, his wife was suspicious and he found he couldn't go on inventing convincing lies ev...
July, 2013 I thought of it even then as my last fuck—our ultimate fuck, the farewell fuck—with Edward Teng. I still think of it that way even though, technically, it wasn't the last time he fucked me, even in a physical sense. He'd rehearsed me early that morning at his cottage, Munch Cottage, on the grounds of the Tanglewood Music Center in western Massach...
I let out my breath in a dissatisfied hiss as Pete pulled out of me, went down on his back beside me in the bed, jerked the condom off his cock, and masturbated himself to a quick ejaculation. I turned onto my side, facing Pete, and finished myself with my hand after I'd watched the cream burble out of his cockhead. I'd still been grinding against him, takin...
PRELUDE It was Sunday morning and Steve Harrison was standing in the bathroom taking his morning piss. He couldn't believe what he had done the past two days and even as he stood there urinating he was anxious to get back the bedroom. He had come to his friend's cottage for the weekend as a straight heterosexual man but Friday night his friend Cory Williams...