The following is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's permission. This is my first attempt at writing. I would appreciate feedback on what you think of the story, but please keep it constructive. I have a fragil...
I had a wonderful time on match day this year. Wales were playing France and I spent the day with a lot of straight friends. Seeing those gigantic thighs and enjoying the atmosphere among my macho friends had made me horny as hell. I told them that I'd catch them later and headed off towards the gay area of Cardiff. On the way I realised that I was hungry an...
Adam lived in a respectable suburban avenue, quiet but for the kids playing football in the street. His mum was downstairs, banging away in the kitchen and his dad was talking football outside with the neighbor. He peered out as they both gesticulated about the last game, Mr. Mitchell from two doors down. After his taxi experience, and to be honest a few m...
Alex kisses Benny's forehead and puts his arm around me. I feel a sense of love and pride when we are linked together like this. It's saying to the world this is my family. "Hey, Benny Boo!" Alex whispers. The nickname gets him a giggle from our little munchkin. "Why don't we introduce you to your horse?" He giggles again. Alex walks us as we are over to...
INTERNATIONAL RELATIONS The Adventures of Urlen – Chapter 10 A few years ago the World Youth Games were held in my home city in the UK and my parents were approached to act as hosts to competitors who for whatever reason were not to be accommodated in the competitors' village. Shortly before the Games got underway we were phoned to say that there was a sol...
It was one of those days when I felt horny for no reason, hornier than usual, that is. Desperate for sex. And for some reason, desperate for sex with a man. The trouble was, I had no one I could call to satiate the need. If I had been known as gay, it might have been different, but I wasn't. That was kept under wraps, and I just needed it from time to time....
I met Martin at a popular gay bar in town. He was a handsome man in his mid-forties (about 20 years older than I). We shared a laugh over a highly intoxicated couple involved in a heavy petting make out session on the dance floor. He bought me a beer and when I raised to clink my bottle in appreciation, I noticed his wedding ring. "Does your wife know you a...
So I should have knocked. But you know something? I am glad I didn't! Why? Read on and you will find out ... My Taxi driver friend called John shares keys to our bachelor pads and have an arrangement - that we could use each others flat for our private pursuits any time - when either one of us was out, the arrangement being that if either if us were in we'd...
It was two years ago on a lovely June summers afternoon that I met up with Steven, we hadn't seen each other for about sixteen years when we had left school and like many of our friends had gone our own ways and lost touch with each other. Steven looked just as he had the last time I saw him, wavy dark brown hair with natural light streaks, clear skin and o...
The second story in this series. Please let me know what you think. Your feedback is important. * * * * After my fun at the urinal I decided to give myself a chance to revive. It seemed best to stay at the pub and meet George's mates and then head off to his with batteries renewed. I struggled back to him across the crowded bar. "So what have you been u...