Mrs. Weston stood smiling at the gate, "I've dropped off your shopping on the mat Mr. Briggs, with your change." She pointed towards the two bags on his doorstep. "Ahh Mrs. Weston you're an angel, I don't know how I'd cope without you and your family, " he grinned ecstatically to himself, especially your son. Simon heard the front door close and watched as...
A memorable episode that happened some years ago, when, as a young man freshly out of university, I had moved into my very first apartment after living in a student dorm for years. It had started as any other Saturday. Since I had moved into this building, a couple of months earlier. I had quickly developed my Saturday routine. After sleeping late, having a...
I'd been watching my neighbour Tom in his back garden for a couple of weeks. My bedroom window overlooked his back garden so every morning I'd watch him come out onto his patio for his morning cigarette and (I assumed) coffee. He'd be wearing nothing but a T-shirt and tight trunk-style underwear. The shirt and pants clung to every part of his body. He was a...
I flew back into Australia last Thursday, and while everything went well it was still thirty six hours of travel from door to door. When I got back to my little house on the beach I stripped out of clothes that just felt gross and got into the ocean as quickly as I could. While I felt like a beer or a whiskey it was only mid morning so I sat out on my deck...
The afternoon dragged on. A few customers came and went but sales were few and far between. I couldn't get the memory of that hand job out of my mind. Several times I caught myself rubbing my cock in anticipation of my next meeting with that couple. I closed the shop and headed home. Our house is on the edge of the town so I was soon sitting at our kitchen...
It's a hot day – typical summer day for San Francisco... Took the day off – I couldn't stand walking around the city on such weather... So I'm all alone at home, all naked, laying on the sofa in the living and watching some music TV channel. Occasionally, as some of the videos turn hot, I rub my cock slowly enjoying the sensation...I like waiting for it to b...
All this started a few weeks ago, during an unusually hot period in May. Temperatures had reached the high eighties, and everybody milled about their business wearing as little as possible. I'd had a minor accident in the car – some bird decided to pull out from a pub car park, but couldn't clear the lane, although you could have got a bus cleared through t...
I've decided after talking to a friend that its time I put a few thoughts down in writing, and share them. After all, what harm can it do? I've found retelling this story has rekindled a lot of memories and feelings, that I thought I'd left in the past. This is a true story about how I found myself, and how my best friend and I found each other. *****...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
After one night with Aleksi, it was bizarre trying to adjust to regular life. I felt as if I'd been on a long, luxurious vacation, and going back to the everyday grind was almost soul-crushingly disappointing. I was working with a team repairing and maintaining gas lines beneath an old apartment building. It was gloomy, filthy work, and my mind was far away....