The club wasn't too far from my office and since parking was a bitch on Friday nights, I decided to park at my building and walked the four blocks to where Jonah and a group of friends were celebrating his birthday. Jonah had reserved the loft, which overlooked the entire bar, and I quickly found him, drink in hand, toasting his 27th with a group of his frie...
I've put this story in the gay male category, but none of the characters define themselves as gay. Its about a bunch of straight(ish) British lads on a typical boozy holiday, and the kind of antics they get up to. Like my other stories it focusses on intimate smells and bottoms, so if this isn't for you stop reading. I plan to continue this series so if you...
My name is Alex. I'm a gunge angel. Most people don't know what that is. It's a bit of a long story. Basically, I help people who are turned on by people getting messy. It's a strange fetish and a private and embarrassing one, and most people are very shy about owning up to it. All I do is help them to own up to it. Not to cure them of it, if that was even...
The boys opened up the door to their hotel suite and explored the space where they would be spending the night. As the tour of the interior finished up, the boys opened the curtains to the patio and were surprised to see a large private hot tub. None of the boys knew about the hot tub, but each quickly agreed that they'd happily take a dip in their underwear...
Some boys claim the way to a man's heart is through his stomach-those boys must be bad in bed... Give a man a choice between a delicious steak, or a mind-numbing, body-shaking orgasm, a dominant man will choose his hard cock over his rumbling stomach-well, most of the time anyway, hahahaha... If that means having to indulge their harmless whims and fantasi...
It was getting late. Harry and John had been drinking and talking – putting the world to rights – and were now both sitting on one of the sofas in John's sitting room – the easier to pass the dope pipe between them. A silence falls – not a difficult one – they are never stuck for words these two. Pleasantly pissed and mildly stoned. Harry leans back into the...
****Everyone in this story is fictional and 18 years of age**** Chapter 1: House Achilles The first week of summer college classes was going good for me and Steven. We had decided to take the same classes so we could be together. Thankfully we were able to. We hadn't made any new friends, only like two people from one of our classes. But it wasn't too bad...
It was a hot summer's evening in South Kensington and I was sitting in my room in our Catholic student hostel. I'd just broken up with my girlfriend and was feeling alone and depressed. The thumping heartbeat of a disco came from the basement. There was one every week. The music got on my nerves at times like this. There are two things I can do, I thought. I...
Connor is talking about his model trains again. It's not that I dislike trains specifically; it's just... not exactly the most riveting of subjects. Especially when you really have to pee. The sun's been blazing all day, and without air conditioning, I've been drinking water to stay cool. Probably more water than was prudent, I think wryly. I can feel my bla...
I have always loved tennis. I've watched and played it since I was at school and enjoy it more than any other sport. Apart from the cut and thrust of the game I guess I enjoy watching the players, especially the men. I think it was tennis that made me aware of other guys, in the changing rooms as well as on the court. There is something about the white shirt...