It was just the usual dull bus journey to work for Kieron, who had recently begun work after leaving school. However, things livened up after about two miles. A quite superb looking West Indian got on the bus. He was tall -- about 6' 3" - , slim, in his twenties, and with the physique of an Olympic rower. He was also very handsome, with a pleasant face and c...
Alex is the guy for me now. One of the richest episodes in my life was when I met Alex. I guess before that I had never realised just how good a one sex relationship could be. For a while I joined a group of guys doing the Batchelorette's parties which was quite an enjoyable period, pleasing all those single party girls who were just there to let themselve...
John had always felt restrained by his wife, Catherine. She was raised in a strict catholic village and had no interest in sex after the kids were born. Sure, there was the occasional fuck on birthdays and anniversaries but nothing like as much as John desired, or in fact needed. His sex life now consisted of clandestine masturbation sessions when Catherin...
Just off Avenida de 9 Julio, I entered a bookshop that was good at sourcing gay literature. The man who ran the shop was Marcelo, a long, narrow broom handle of a man. We had met when we were in university together. He had inherited the shop after his father's death, and dropped out to run the store. In the early days of Isabel Peron's presidency, and certai...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
Of course I simply loved and adored him, without him I would feel as lost as a cucumber in a cabbage field, and our weekly meeting, that special care and attention, it is all to me and no one could fulfil what Ken is to me. When we are together, just the two of us alone at last, in the very secret privacy of his pad in Torbay I gloat on him, I have saved up...
Part 01 should be read first. ***** Chapter 18 Martin tells his story I was born in the city of Sheffield. My mother died when I was quite young and my father brought me up single-handed with some help from a resident housekeeper in whom he had no sexual interest whatsoever. There was no shortage of money in the family, as my father had a highly paid job...
Late winter and early spring are for woodcutting in this region. All the cutting work I do is with a bow saw - I never use a chainsaw. However, lifting and carrying the 6 foot long pieces of 5 decade old red oak and acacia takes a serious toll on my back. Being roughly the same age as the wood, this is essentially unavoidable. However, a good bathhouse is a...
Hi, my name is Vijay and I'm a gay bottom. I love gay sex and am willing to do almost anything right from rubbing, sucking, getting banged to taking and eating cum. I'm chubby with a very prominent boobs bouncing everytime I run. I have a chubby soft belly and a big, fat ass which pops out no matter what I wear. And being gay, I don't miss a chance to show o...
Meeting Tim changed me, my life and everything. You know how it is in life, one just-folks the sheep generally unless you are one of those extraverts that stand out from the rest. Tim is certainly that and more. He is a local big noise who is the president of this and that appertaining to all matters political and is one of those guys who has an answer for...