The churchman slept fitfully in the cold night. But he was vaguely conscious enough to hear the old church clock strike 1. Sure enough, a vivid light at the side of the bed shone, embracing a smiling sort of androgynous creature in a charming old fashioned robe of shimmering damask and lined with white fur. It seemed to have a great burning lamp on its head....
The first night I slept with my twenty-year-old cousin Jake, the two of us snuggled up arms around each other in his double bed, confirmed to me that I was more into guys than I was into girls. It just felt so right to be close to another dude like that, our two big cocks rubbing gently together or better still when we spooned and we pushed our dicks into ea...
This is a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I’ve had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is my first submission, and I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my rel...
Warning: contains mild scat === The night before Jake and I were going to watch Liverpool play Leeds, the tumble drier decided to break down. I had, of course, left the bulk of the laundry we needed until the night before our trip and so we had a large pile of wet washing waiting to be dried. As an engineer by trade, doing impromptu repairs on our applianc...
It was the spring of 1974 at a lakeside cottage north of Toronto. I was a twenty-four-year old bondage bottom spending the weekend with Robert, an older dominating fellow Englishman and Marco, the hunky straight, but curious, son of the cottage owner eager to try out BDSM. As the evening got late, Robert tied my wrists behind me and held me down while Marco...
Warning: includes moderate scat, including descriptions of defecation and sex which involves shit. ***** The shower curtain was abruptly yanked open, making Jake pull back in surprise as he wiped his dripping fringe from his eyes. In front of him Guy's son Simon was staring incredulously at him. "What the hell, Jake...? Why are you having a shower in our...
From Confused to Convinced Chapter One In the early 80's, I lived in Boston while attending a community college, which was located on one of the main subway lines, "The Orange Line". The trains run extensively throughout the city and into the suburbs and a person can pretty much get to anywhere they want to go. I always wanted to go downtown where the...
It was nearly teatime on Saturday afternoon and my cousin and I were sitting on his bed with his mate Marcus from university. Marcus had come to visit from Surrey where his parents lived, and even though he'd only arrived on the train that lunchtime, things were already getting pretty sexy between the three of us. For a start he was drop-dead cute with love...
With my new job I had to move away from all my family and friends, almost a thousand miles away. It was an opportunity I just couldn't pass up, though it was taking me out of my comfort zone. I'm a bit of an introvert. I'm good if I know you or comfortable with you, but strangers I clammed up. Oddly enough, I'm in public relations. I moved into a nice one b...
=== Friendly warning: This story includes piss play === ***** I was woken up by soaring heat, a throbbing headache and taste of dirt on my lips. At first I hesitated to open my eyes, because I was scared of what I would see. I was confused and desperately trying to put my memories together. How much did we drink last night?! After a few seconds, I opene...