Following our Sunday afternoon session - big, burly, hairy man-next-door Clive and I - we composed ourselves and awaited the arrival of his friends. As we ate ham sandwiches and drank tea, Clive began to set the scene. "So there's Harry and Bruce. Harry's a bank manager, tall, thick-set, smooth skin. Quite dominant when he gets going. Bruce is short and chu...
Chapter I: LOVELY There's only three things I genuinely love and care about in this world: men, sex, and money. I mean, really, what else is there to love in this cold, messed up world? There are stupid people everywhere killing mindlessly, doing stupid things or just being nothing but a waste of life and space. That's why I just stick to doing just me - lo...
Harry had never had a massage. How could he even consider putting some poor masseur through the torture of massaging his fat body? A guy he chatted with online assured him, "They are professionals; they work with all body types. Your fears are irrational. Just book it and let it happen. You'll be glad you did." His back was killing him. He had put on a bit...
Chapter 3: Harry's Graduation Thanks for all the positive comments about my bi-experiences which are true accounts of what has happened to me over the years. Names have been changed to protect the guilty. Harry's head was in something of a whirl. He knew that he still enjoyed sex with women (although he hadn't been tasting pussy as much as he would like) b...
It was getting late. Harry and John had been drinking and talking – putting the world to rights – and were now both sitting on one of the sofas in John's sitting room – the easier to pass the dope pipe between them. A silence falls – not a difficult one – they are never stuck for words these two. Pleasantly pissed and mildly stoned. Harry leans back into the...
Harry was a bit of a hard nut, always getting into fights and generally finding it hard to keep out of trouble. Now that his third wife had walked out on him he was feeling desperately horny, but a man as uncouth as Harry is not exactly very woman's first choice in a man so he found it really hard to get laid. Then he was walking down the street one day when...
All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Special thanks to my editor and best friend, "the ever beautiful Lizzy," who came up with the title when my brain was already fried. Luvyuxoxo ooOoo "Tell me a secret Adrian. Something no one else knows. Something you've kept only...
I had been at college for a couple of years now. The money I had saved up was starting to run out so I needed to find myself a job. I had grabbed the local paper on the way home from college to look for a job. I sat down at the kitchen table and started making my way through the adverts. One of the adverts jumped out at me. "Too old to do my own housework,...
"You're sopping wet!" Harry exclaimed when he opened the door. "No kidding," James retorted dryly. "I was a halfway to my car when the sky opened up and dumped buckets on me. I figured that I could dry out here while I visited." "Sure, no problem," Harry said. He watched as James slipped his shoes off. A plan began to take shape in his mind and he smil...
It was a bright, sunny day. Probably about 100 degrees, maybe more. 19 year old Harry Gordon waded through the tall weeds in the dense forest. The smell of nature filled his nostrils, and sweat formed all over his muscular body, which was under a pair of denim jeans and a thin T-shirt. He wiped his forehead with his hand, and swept the short strands of brown...