I stood at the corner, looking down the block to Master's house. The bright May sun and the cloudless sky stood in stark contrast to the thoughts running through my head. "Sir will be expecting me. I can't stand here all day. I can do this. I have to do this," I thought. I had just walked up the hill from the train station, like I do every evening after work...
Quiet moans and whimpers escaped Aaron's lips as he approached climax. Camping with his buddies meant he hadn't jerked of for days from lack of privacy, and was now desperate to release his load. He continued to pump his cock hard and fast, his breathing quickening to match his pace. He was ready to take himself over the edge, when the zip on the tent began...
After we made love for the second time, Matt and I continued to cuddle. We moved from bed to his couch, I sat close next to him and leaned on his shoulder as he put his arm around me. "I'm happy we are a couple now," I said to him. "You know we will have to hide it," he replied. I nodded, agreeing with him. "You really don't mind being with a boy? Do you...
Steve Gets Roasted Steve sat behind his desk, absent mindedly flicking through his work emails. His desk was at the back of the office, the monitor facing towards the wall, this gave him privacy that he greatly appreciated, especially as he liked to spend a lot of his working hours downloading the latest movies and watching them whilst pretending to work. H...
I was both empowered and turned on by his words, "cocksucker" all I could think of on my train ride home. "Cocksucker," it just made me smile. It also made my dick scream for attention. As soon as I got home I went directly to my bedroom, shucked my clothes and grabbed my hard dick and blew a load so quickly I couldn't catch my breath to scream. I just g...
I hadn't seen Worboys for years. I hadn't thought about him for longer than that; he'd been a year below me at school and then two years below me at Oxford, thanks to some illness I'd never cared enough to find out much about, though my friends knew him. He'd been a slight, black-haired chap then, hidden behind spectacles, always toting a book. But he'd been...
Once I got there, I walked up the front path to Roy's house. It was the biggest house in town, a total mansion. I rang the doorbell, and Roy opened the door with a smug look on his face. He was wearing the same clothes as the day before, minus the football pads. "Come on in, fag. We have the place to ourselves, since my parents are gone for a couple weeks,"...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
[This story is set in England in the last quarter of the twentieth century, before cellphones and the Internet, before GPS and WiFi, and before our present social acceptance of homosexuality, before AIDS, before IVF, before surrogacy. A certain well-known female politician was British Prime Minister, but politics do not figure at all in this romantic, rather...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day. He asked, "I don't suppos...