The first night I slept with my twenty-year-old cousin Jake, the two of us snuggled up arms around each other in his double bed, confirmed to me that I was more into guys than I was into girls. It just felt so right to be close to another dude like that, our two big cocks rubbing gently together or better still when we spooned and we pushed our dicks into ea...
Benjamin took the blanket with him as James drove them both back to the Wendell residence. As Ben stared out of the passenger side window, blue eyes swollen and listless against cutting white streetlights in the early sunset, James felt as cruel and ancient as ever behind the wheel of his spotless luxury vehicle. Keeping his eyes on the road was tough, as hi...
Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he'd opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face. "The snarl?" Marcus had asked. "Don't you mean smirk?" "No, Shane was definitely snarling," Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes. "Ey...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I followed Bradley up the stairs, hardly able to believe that I was about to do this: I was finally going to find out what it was like to have a man in my bed. It seemed as if I had waited for this for so long, but in reality it had just been a matter of months. Looking back, I felt as if I...
It was nearly teatime on Saturday afternoon and my cousin and I were sitting on his bed with his mate Marcus from university. Marcus had come to visit from Surrey where his parents lived, and even though he'd only arrived on the train that lunchtime, things were already getting pretty sexy between the three of us. For a start he was drop-dead cute with love...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
"So what's the plan?" I asked Guy. It was Wednesday evening and he and my son Jake were slouched on the settee working their way through a pack of beers while I was sitting opposite with a glass of wine. "I dunno," Guy shrugged. "It's gonna be a difficult one. We're gonna have to play it dead careful 'cause I sure as fuck don't want him tellin' any tales t...
Warning: contains mild scat === The night before Jake and I were going to watch Liverpool play Leeds, the tumble drier decided to break down. I had, of course, left the bulk of the laundry we needed until the night before our trip and so we had a large pile of wet washing waiting to be dried. As an engineer by trade, doing impromptu repairs on our applianc...
As I drove Ivan back across town in my swanky new car, I asked him how he'd ended up seeking out men for sex in spite of being married to such an attractive woman and having what he'd described as an 'enjoyable' sex life. "I love Trisha," he replied, "and I'm being totally honest when I say it excites me to make love with her. But on a totally different lev...
"You should have brought your green mankini with you," Todd said when we were sitting on the edge of the bed in the nuddie watching my ice bucket video on his phone. "Aw yeah, I should have," I replied, feeling annoyed with myself that I'd been so dim-arsed yet again. "I'll bring it next time for sure. Don't let me forget." "There's gonna be a next time?"...