Andy was a driving instructor, and well-known among the cottaging fraternity in North Nottingham. I had heard his name mentioned by different guys who described fantastic sexual sessions they’d had with him. He was a total bottom with a reputation for having a willing arse, and a magnificent cock that anyone would have been proud of. I lived in hope that my path might cross with his one day. I finished some shopping at th...

The January of 1984 was a time that lingers in my memory. I was twenty-one years old and hadn’t long been working for the company, but I was getting to know some of my co-workers quite well. Most were young, single and outgoing, with flirting being commonplace. The office Christmas party only a few days previously had opened my eyes to the kind of people I shared the workplace with. There was much festive banter, kissing,...

Bulge swaggers into the bar His assets viewable from afar Huge swinging dick hanging free Slapping noisily about his knee Cojones that would grace a bull Fertile, virile and jissom full His mission to impregnate Any slut who'd be his date. Tits was feeling really dirty Horny, desperate, rather flirty Her bosom hoiked to impress Barely contained within her dress Perched she was atop her stool A slutty, whorish, wanton jewe...

I couldn't get her out of my head. Her moans were like a song on repeat. I wanted nothing more than to be with her once again. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her, feel her and taste her. By now, my trouser was getting uncomfortable with my stiff shaft wanting out. I couldn't contain my hunger and I needed to release. I loosened my pants and pulled my hard and leaking shaft out. I groaned just as I slid my palm up...

I'm Robbie, I've been playing football most my life and when I was sixteen I began to love it even more and since that day I've learnt to explore myself and experiment in many ways. I'll explain what happened and why I love going to footy. It was summer and humid with the odd shower offering some relief during a hard fought game. Us lads had been playing another team who sat top of the league and we managed to nick a draw...

My first encounter with a guy was in a cottage near where I lived with a girlfriend. Quite a small cottage, two cubicles, and long, divided, urinal. I was just eighteen and had left home to live in a small bed-sit. I'd been to cottages a few times but always ducked out if any action was looming. That time I stayed. It was after lunch, I'd had a walk in the town and was on my way back to my digs and I went into the place,...

"I've got one."  "Sssshhhh."  "But..."  "What have I said about when I'm reading?"  "I'm not to disturb you when you're reading."  "What am I doing?"  "You're reading, but..."  "Look, how many times do I have to tell you that I really don't care about your puerile computer game adventures. I don't care about winged sandals, poisoned or unpoisoned chalices, and I certainly don't care about grails holy, knots gordian or swo...

"So you can't write dialogue." "Nope. Not at all. Rubbish at it." "Are you sure that it's can't and not don't?"  "Can't, don't. Six of one and half a dozen of the other. The stories are all me, me, me. No dialogue because there's rarely a second character. So, nobody to dialogue with."  "That sounds more like don't than can't to me."  "Maybe, but even when I do get a chance of some dialogue I usually find a way around it....