Bradley Stoke (c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === A couple of years ago, I had to spend a few days at Bradley Stoke, just outside Bristol, to attend an IT development conference with a couple of other guys from my company. Someone way up high at head office in London had thought it might be a good idea to have a few people go along to it, just to see if anything significant might be said in any of...
His touch was soft and caring as rubbed my shoulders. The lotion was cold causing me to jump softly and his reaction was perfect. Feeling me jump he softly blow on my neck and then began to kiss softly down my neck toward the center of my back. His hands reached around finishing undoing my shirt. It had taken me hours to pick it out and now it fell to the floor. I had hoped this would be the last...
Written by Richard Barber at eyeMrich1@hotmail.com PART 2, “Willingly Forced” That night I slept very well but when I woke the next morning I was thinking of my new Policeman master. I had always been the dominant person but now he was dominate over me. What a sudden change, I had made in my sexual attitude. When you like a person, you do things you never thought of doing before. ...
Steve became a nurse, in part, as his ticket out of a small town where hiding his homosexuality was vital and a general big pain-in-the-ass! He had studied hard and had done well in nursing school and had stayed on for his Master of Science in Nursing. That accomplishment made his landing a job at Boston General fairly easy; his apartment in the Back Bay provided proximity to like-travelers in...
Usually around five o'clock, I began the shut down process of my store. I had just started closing the computer out, when the door dinged. I looked up to see Chris, one of the local funeral directors. He had waited on a family, who wanted to order flowers, so Chris helped them and took the order. He recommended my shop every time that he could, and when he took an order, he called me with the...
Halstock By Oliver Jennings, 2004 When I was in my mid-teens, a few mates and I would sometimes earn a bit of holiday money doing odd jobs on a farm near Halstock. The farmer, a guy called Blakely, was always pleased to get some extra help stacking up bails of hay or picking a few rows of potatoes, and he'd pay us a couple of quid for every hour we worked which seemed like a lot of money...
I have always loved the water. As a kid I eagerly awaited summer vacation so that I could spend July and August at our cottage overlooking the ocean. It was a perfect setting, secluded, with a deck providing a panoramic view of the ever-changing ocean. Even after I graduated from university, I treasured the time spent at the cottage, those leisurely filled days soaking in the sun, the water, the...
Chap 6B—Caleb’s Day Continues Controlone With no further ado Riff pulled Caleb up toward the head of the bed. The two men shared a pillow as Riff spooned behind Caleb. When Caleb felt Riff push the length of his cock up between his butt cheeks he wanted to squeal, but he withheld that response; instead Caleb reached behind with his right hand and pulled his butt cheeks further apart, so...
It was my first gay bar experience! Five of the guys from my dorm decided to hit a gay bar to see what really happens behind those closed doors. I was reluctant to join them because I knew that I was more than just curious; I was panting for that first experience. We claimed a round table near the bar with a clear view of the main floor. After a few drinks, we all began to relax, becoming...
Sam began to pack his bags to go home after his uncle had thrown him out of the house. He figured it was best to go on back to his school and wait for his uncles' death before returning. Suddenly the phone rang and it was his aunt. She said that her husband had a change of heart and wanted to see him and asked if he could come over. Sam tore out of the house in a flash. I guess he thought that...
Newquay (c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === Newquay's significant to me because two important 'firsts' happened there. The first 'first' took place when I was eighteen and my mates and I visited the town for a few days to try our hands at a bit of surfing and to see how many girls each of us could pull in the evenings. It turned out that we were all pretty equally inept at both, and the trip...
Story by Richard Barber This fantasy story contains domination, anal penetration, golden shower activity (urination) and man-to-man sexual contact. All the characters are over the age of 18. If this type of story offends you or you are under the legal age, then you should leave. Part 1 Let’s Go Roll Some Queers. Our ship had docked after being out to sea for several weeks. We were...
Truck Parking Story by Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 1 - The Parking Lot Encounters. I left the Trucker’s Bunkhouse and headed for the truck parking lot outside. This area was reserved mostly for trucker’s overnight parking. However, an occasional auto would wander into the area. These were mainly “ladies of...
Find more stories like these at my site: http://studiesinbrown.com/ Soaring Copyright ¨ May 10, 2001 Chris Carr My heart’s racing and I can feel the sweat running down my armpits, but it isn’t even hot outside. Emonte is staring at the TV, and so am I, but it’s getting hard (literally!) because I need to move, or at least move it. Emonte’s my homey. Been friends since 5th grade,...
By YogalBeara David called the next morning... from the mountain cabin! The woman was showering, he explained, and he was thinking about me and the events of our evening. He just wanted to hear my voice and to confirm his promise to call ... To say that I was thrilled by his call cannot begin to describe my elation! And the three calls that followed that weekend (she must have showered...
Joey Adams If you are offended by, man-to-man sexual contact or you are under legal age in you country or state, then read no further, and if you are looking for role models or standards of acceptable or safe behavior, you shouldn’t be reading Erotic stories. All of the characters in my story are 18 or over. Story by Richard Barber EyeMrich1@hotmail.com Part 3 It was an awesome...
Coach Jim Erickson sat perched on the edge of his desk, legs spread, staring with lust filled eyes at the massive football player standing in front of him as his hands reached for the player’s hips. He gripped the dirt smudged football player’s pants and pulled Diesel forward, his hungry open mouth attacking Diesel’s. He’d taken his varsity team through a pretty grueling workout that...
This happened a few years back when I was studying. I was 21 and it was the last year before I got my degree and could start my chosen profession as gym teacher. As I was constantly short of cash, and Christmas drew closer, I felt I needed a job on the side of studying. Not that I had much spare time since the studies took their fair share and I also needed time to work out. I worked out five or...
Burnham-on-Sea (c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === I've known Simon since we were little kids. We were in the same class at school until we were fourteen, at which point his parents divorced and his mum took him off to live in Burnham-on-Sea with her and her new boyfriend. We stayed in contact - Burnham isn't a million miles from where I live - and regularly stayed over at each other's...
(c) Oliver Jennings, 2004 === Lads from Long Load have long loads. Or at least, that's what I've always found. Long Load is what the sign by the roadside calls a row of a few grey houses strewn out along one of the windy, muddy lanes between Somerton and Martock. It's so small you could hardly even call it a village; in fact, you'd probably never notice it unless you had some kind of...
My office overlooking the construction site next door proved to be a mild to moderate distraction. Several times most days I found myself staring at the men and machines erecting the skeleton of a building. Seemingly overnight the girders had reached the level of my third floor office. The chill of the early spring kept the men clothed in flannel shirts and jackets and I was wishing for the...
DIESEL – Chapter 7 – The Best Man “Fifty bucks, in my pocket, now, or I’m gone,” said Diesel as he stood spread-eagled over the toilet in the stall of the men’s room at the Tampa-St. Pete’s airport, leaning on the wall. The guy had been eyeing him from across the aisle the whole flight from Dallas. There was a delay now getting the luggage to baggage claim. Diesel had been doing some...
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 23:34:58 -0600 From: Allen Giffen tutus69@hotmail.com Subject: Diesel - Ch4 - The Recruiter DIESEL -- Chapter 4 -- The Marine Recruiter "Interested in the Marines?" Diesel had been really bored and found himself wandering around Cherry Creek Mall. The guy sitting behind the table was cute -- smaller and slimmer than Diesel, but probably had a really tight body,...
Date: Sat, 15 Nov 2003 07:23:28 -0600 From: Allen Giffen tutus69@hotmail.com Subject: DIESEL -- Chapter 3 -- The Photo Sessions "Louder!" yelled Diesel. Rob cranked the CD as high as he could stand it. The throbbing house music was about to start affecting his shooting ability. He pulled the camera from his eye for a moment, looked directly at Diesel gyrating in that skintight singlet, and...
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