"Yun! Ka! Thu!" The first bellowing cries echoed through the trees of the forest outside of Vinnie's village. He was with a group of other young lads out scavenging wood and berries during a brief respite from harvest chores. Along with the other young men, his head snapped up and the sticks in his arms clattered to the leaf-covered forest floor. "Yun! Ka!...
At first I thought he must be selling something. He looked clean-cut and respectable, with a smart bomber jacket over his crisp white shirt and wearing a pair of black trousers and trendy geek-chic specs. He stopped me as I was walking out of the HMV shop in Birmingham city centre, opening with a refreshingly polite 'excuse me sir' and throwing me his best...
The track up from the valley floor to Mather's mill was comparatively easy going. Wide-berthed and heavily laden Lumber carts regularly came down the path that ran alongside the narrow, but rapid-running Slater Creek. The deciduous trees were thick here—still, after more than a decade of lumberjacking. The trees along the stream bed were mainly cottonwoods,...
I opened the front door to find Guy grinning at me broadly, his son Simon following right behind. I showed them through to the sitting room, where Jake introduced Simon, who he'd been to school with, to Marcus, his friend from university. While I was busying myself collecting in coats, gloves and scarves from Guy and his son, I was pretending not to notice...
Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he'd opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face. "The snarl?" Marcus had asked. "Don't you mean smirk?" "No, Shane was definitely snarling," Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes. "Ey...
I rush over to Calvin's house as fast as I can, almost running. I have to hold my erection down in my pants to keep it from flopping around. Finally, I get to his front door. I'm more nervous than I've ever been but I've dreamed of this moment for years. I ring the doorbell. Calvin comes to the door, wearing a t-shirt and spandex underwear, the only type th...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * I hear a bang of the front door slamming shut and loud footsteps heading my direction. It must be Matt about my recent Facebook post of coming out. All the responses have been extremely positive and supportive and I find myself grinning from one to ear to another. I turn to loo...
I'm not a writer; just a guy with too much time on my hands. You see I was fired from my job by a Director called Mr Monroe. At the hearing he just sat opposite me, with a smug smile on his face, letting me plead and prance about like a performing monkey, before just leaning back, arms behind his head and telling me I was fired. My wife, Judy, still works t...
I no longer recall what triggered the idea of this little story. First, it's not erotic. As usual, I was torn about which category it would best fit in. At the heart of it are the feelings of two men for each other, so I went with "Gay Male". If you're looking for a quick sexy read - this is not it. Although there's no sex, all the characters are over 18....
How I came to these circumstances is not germane to my tale. Suffice it to say, that at the age of retirement, I find myself on the road with no family, friends, or prospects and nothing but the clothes on my back and in my knapsack and $100 cash in my wallet. I got a lift to a large truck stop, where I hoped to find a ride out west. I was able to spring fo...