"Ahhh, Professor Caldwell. That poetry. It's so moving. I had no idea—" "Hush, Lawrence. Live the moment. How does this make you feel?" "It's like nothing I've felt before. But should we . . . should you . . .? I've never—" "No words now, Lawrence. We let the Romantic writers speak our words for us. They do it so well. This poem from Keats. Did it not mak...
Being a married man who recently has been exposed to the forbidden pleasures of man to man love has proven to be a very difficult thing for me. I've tried so hard not to think about giving into the temptations that engulf my seemingly perverted mind but the more I try to resist the more I find my mind wondering to cock fun. I find myself wondering what it wo...
I awoke at six thirty the next morning. So many years of early school classes had conditioned my body to wake up early. I looked around me and Tom was not in bed with me. I don't know why I'd thought he might get up in the middle of the night and come to me. I was miserable, distressed over the fight the night before and wanting to make up with him. But did...
The newest additions to my suburban world were a pleasingly attractive and friendly couple and we were exchanging pleasantries while their belongings were being moved into their new home. Almost immediately I sensed a comfortable, easy sexiness about them as they laughed and touched each other casually while helping the movers get the job done right. Both ac...
My induction to man sex was planned, but not by me. I had been friends with Gabe and Dot for about six months. We all worked at the same place and would stop for a few beers when we got off. We enjoyed a lot of the same things so we started hanging around together. What I did not know was that both of them were gay and used each other for “cover” (our job is...
'So, you're eighteen?' 'Yes Sir.' I said. 'And you have finished school then?' 'Well, out of necessity yes.' 'And why do you want this job?' I stopped and looked across at the middle aged Mr Jenkins, dressed in a boring pin-stripe suit topped with a red tie. A large desk covered in paperwork sat between me and my potential employer. Hesitating, I decid...
The storm continued to rage throughout the night, battering the little life raft in its windy wake, the rain on the tent above us deafening. As night fell, Steve and I snuggled in together under the remaining thermal blanket and slept like the dead, rehydrated with the rainwater captured in our pot. Neither of us found the emergency rations overly objectiona...
I laid there in my bed not believing what I had done. I had let Coach Anderson, a thirty year old man use my eighteen year old mouth as his own personal fuck toy. Why did I suck him off in the shower? And why in the world did I get so hard with a grown man's dick in my mouth? Was I gay? I know that I like girls, so what's the deal. I had so many questions ru...
A group of my straight friends asked me to go to South Africa with them so they could watch the world cup because they knew I had traveled to a number of different countries while they had never been out of the country before. I have to be honest and say that I was not too keen. I'm not crazy about soccer and the thought of being responsible for four drunke...
Chapter 05: Bryan 'The Final Instalment Of The Legend Of The House Of Shame' As I became more and more sexually fixated on Wolfie, Ian was worried on my behalf. I was never unduly concerned. Although some of my previous nervous symptoms returned, nail biting and stammering. And I admit, my thoughts did occasionally turn to alternatives. I found myself th...