I used to go to surfin' at Torquay or Jan Juc or Bell's Beach with my flatmate. To tell the truth, Gazza was more than my flatmate. I was in love with him. He wasn't in love with me though. Oh, he liked havin' me around. And when he didn't have a girlfriend over he was happy enough to fuck me. Sometimes when he did he'd even call out my name as he emptied hi...
It was my first job out of college. I was a faceless wheel in the cog of Capitalism. The office I shared with a handful of other slackers was separated from the rest company by both attitude and distance as we were about half a block away from the rest of the offices. The only thing that united us was the crappy intranet site we logged into each morning. It...
Zach, Z to most, had just started out as another Pimp in London. Only Z was different to most, Z wasn't a want-to-be gangster. Z had made a small fortune working for a top Hedgefund, but the hours were long and at 35 Z had had enough. He wanted out, and to a career more suited to his needs, fed up to sucking up to the next client, the higher up suit and the...
The following is fiction. I do not condone unsafe sex, so take this as mere fantasy, for that is what it is. * There it is, that old beech tree. I haven't been back here in well over a year. But, my last memories of this place, like most passionate, life-changing events, are vivid enough to have been yesterday. I can still feel the abrasions that marked my...
It was a normal fall day. A day like any other really, except this day was going to change my life. Whether it changed for better or worse, well you can decide that. My last class was over at 3:50. I returned to my office and locked my door. I opened my laptop and went to my alternative email account and scanned through the notes from various men (and a fe...
This is my first ever submission, it is a fiction with elements taken from my real life. I will be grateful for any feedback but please be encouraging though... I'd love to write more and it's taken quite a lot of courage for me to put this out there in the first place. Thanks. ************ I sat listening to Charlie excitedly tell me about the ballet tha...
Another true story but as with all my others, I haven't mentioned the condom we used. Please play safe. **************** My friend Christian would describe himself as straight. I think everyone who knew him would describe him as straight. Almost everyone anyway. He had a secret. And I was that secret. We were work colleagues, in fact I was his superviso...
Steve cursed as he pulled into the carpark. Due to traffic he was late for fitness training at his local canoe club. Luckily, he'd changed before setting out, so was able to dash down the path to the club, cool air caressing his bare legs and arm, causing him to shiver and think the vest top and shorts was a bad idea. Dashing up the stairs, he tried the han...
Drew was finding it difficult to concentrate. He knew the moment he hit the water, life would be bearable again. Everything made more sense off-land than it did on solid ground - life always did. He could still hear the crowd going wild, but it wasn't right. They didn't cheer for him. He could hear the quiet through the loud cheers. He knew that within the r...
I was born in the USA but had never knowingly lived there. I was the only son of a British diplomat and I was born during his posting to Washington. By the time I was two we were off to another posting in another country. At the age of 8, I was sent off to an all boy, boarding school in England, but every holiday I would go to my parents in whatever country...