"Are you in there, Badger?" barked Jeff knocking at the allotment shed door. "Hang on just a moment" was the gruff reply. "What you doing in there, sounds like you are out of breath," continued Jeff teasing, knowing very well what the old guy was up to with the young Pete. Or so he thought , but not quite as he discovered when Badger replied - he wasn't ac...
Years ago I started going to the cinema on my own, not because I didn't have the friends or dates to go with, more that I got to choose what I wanted, when I wanted and didn't have to think about arranging anything. Little did I know how this might pay off. Working for myself, I have a pretty flexible schedule and, when I've finished a project or can take a...
Dear Readers, I am very sorry for removing my story, An Ancient Art without warning, and for my long absence from the site. I removed it to try and get it published, but have been busy working on other projects and my boring every day job. Thank you for your emails, comments and support. They have encouraged me to submit stories to publishers, three of wh...
It has been a long time since poor old Badger died on me. Those who read my exploits with Badger may recall my sweet memories of our special relationship. There can be no one to match Badger. He was quite old yes but I do like older guys, and Badger proved that to me, even if I was a little wary at first; when he prompted me to go into his allotment shed- s...
"Hey Mr. Longo!" I had been tidying up the garage, so the voice from the driveway startled me, but I recognized it immediately as belonging to my son's best friend, Sean Farrell. He had been a fixture at our house for many years, and he was always unfailingly polite and respectful, qualities that seem to be in short supply these days, so he was always welco...
"The only think better than having sex," I mumbled to myself from the safety of my hiding place where I had been watching the couple making out on the couch in the downstairs family room, "is watching other people having sex." Okay, I'm a bit of a voyeur. Guilty as changed. In fact I'm a little bit of a lot of things. I'm a little bit straight, as my wife s...
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... Collin watched with excited expectancy as the parade of knights passed by. Would he be there. he thought? Would Sir Lucas Wainwright of Westburough be among those who would compete today? He examined each one as the went by, hoping to spot the red and gold standard that was Sir Luke's. In Collin's eyes, there we...
I'd agreed to meet my son Jake in Leeds city centre one Saturday afternoon. He was in his second year of studying at the university there and, as I had most of the day free, I thought it would be nice for the two of us to meet up for a coffee and chat. I was picking my friend Guy up at seven for one of our regular evenings of Sky Sports and beer (followed,...
At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. STORY 1 From what I remember the only sexual contact before leaving school was to watch some of my school buddies playing around, one would grab the other's dick, but not much more. When I was 18 and at colleg...
The following story contains Adult Material – follow the law! Follow your own soul.THE STORY ID COMPLETELY FICTIONAL AND ALL NAMES AND PLACES ADAPTED FOR A WORK OF FICTION! Riain’s Adventures – Chapter 3 “The Seminary” The next part of my real life adventures will in itself be in several parts and much of the personal part of my life, outside of the sexua...