I would have never known sheer ecstasy or just how wanton I naturally was if it hadn't been for the British diplomat and writer Lawrence Durrell. And it wasn't really because of his writing, either; it was because of his mountainside villa in the ancient Byzantine abbey town of Bellapais on the steep slopes of the Kyrenia Mountains in the Turkish zone of Cyp...
I gripped the bedsheet when he pushed in deep to finish inside me with a loud grunt. He then smacked my ass and placed a 20 next to me head. I turned around to get dressed again as he gushed about how amazing my ass was and asked how a prostitute could stay so tight. He was Underworld but at least he paid, must be my reputation I assumed. So many Underworld...
I was nineteen, shy, skinny and awkward. Needless to say I was still a virgin and everyone thought that I was simply sexless. But what they didn't know was the kind of thoughts that pounded through my head. My dreams were filled with beautiful lads, with pretty faces and sexy, ripe red lips. I dreamed of redheads and blondes with snake hips and big, sparkli...
This story was written to be the final part of the Bellapais Villa story series, which is a co-operative writing venture with sr71plt, but a very different story has replaced it. * The island ferry from Mersin in Turkey had arrived at Kyrenia in Northern Cyprus on time, which was a rare event, and after disembarking, I took the old familiar walk along the...
It was not the sort of occasion when you would expect anything exciting to happen. I had this job for the summer vacation which meant I had to travel around doing interviews all day and staying in Guest Houses each night. So it was evening and I had just found this B&B. The landlady had shown me to a twin room which seemed fine. I was relaxing in the garde...
I was getting my ass fucked every single night now. Raw and hard. My landlady Delores would give me a quizzical look every time she saw me coming home, arm in arm with a new gay boy fuck friend. What I used to hide, I now flaunted. I was looking like the ultimate slut. Feverishly sexual in my skintight painted on low rise jeans, loud skimpy club wear top...
It was only after I had fucked him senseless that I remembered why it was that he seemed familiar. I had seen the boy before, the night before in fact, at that little club by the docks. He had stood, slim and blonde and heartbreakingly beautiful, with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, at the entrance when I had gone in. I had only glanced at him as I pas...
Hi. I'm Dave and this is my story. Let me tell you a little about myself. I am six foot even, 155 pounds with shortish blonde hair, and blue eyes. I am thin, but with strong legs and ass. I have light body hair, a fair complexion, but I can hold a tan. I think I've got a nice body; I'd fuck me if I had the chance. I am twenty-four years old, two years out o...
My Gap Year. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight not too bad but could lose a few, or so, pounds. Not very outwardly going, always...
A Hamish Macbeth Life Adventure. My Lakeland Holiday. This is purely a work of fiction. My name is Hamish Macbeth, apart from having a really crappy name, I have wild bushy red hair that's always untidy and needing cut, blue eyes which means I am in the one percent of the red haired population category, five foot eight and a wee bit in height, weight n...