Reminiscing........Warren
The text message had me wondering all right. It popped up on my phone innocuously enough on Saturday morning when I was about to contemplate coffee and my eyeballs were still welded to my eyelids and the bright summer sun streaming through my front...
A Means to an End
Brighton 2008 _I felt mum's heartbeat. It always felt like it was trying to beat its way out of her chest when she held me like this. Mine was too. Her coat rubbed against my chest, and mine on hers, and I felt her mane falling over my...
Smoko
Yeah, it really shocked the shit out of me, I don't mind telling ya. The moment I opened that side door on my van and my eyes adjusted to what I was seeing inside. I was a builder see, and I was proud of my van. I had a custom pain job and all,...
Why I Love Straight Porn
For a resolutely gay tiger I have an unusual fetish that catches a few of my partners unawares. When I click on a selection on X Tube you can see them looking at me quizzically, their brains in an infinite loop of wtf. I'm a Kinsey 6, and that's pretty...
The Mouse That Roared
Fitting in was never my speciality. To be fair, it was always going to be difficult in any case. Physically, I was going to invite comment no matter where I went. I was six foot five of painfully thin teenage guy with a big nose and bigger front teeth,...
Stocktaking
I studied my textbook with a sigh, eventually giving up and turning to the laptop open beside me. I was surfing yifftube, but discretely. I had the volume off, for starters. Given where I was, I really had no option. My parents, in what I can only...
Revelations
I sat across from the mare and tried not to look as nervous as I felt. She wasn't helping; she looked worse, her eyes darting round the little café and rarely able to look me in the eye, her tail swishing and her ears were back. I decided it was time...
I Like To Watch...Twelfth Glance
I must admit it happened by accident. My secret vice, or perhaps obsession would be a better description. Longstanding obsession now. The old adage that you won't know if you like something until you try it holds true for me; I would never have...
Pony Soldier Blues
The company sergeant major's eyes were impressive. I didn't really want to look into them, given the circumstances, but found I couldn't somehow look away. The wolf had eyes with deep pools of ice blue, with black rings round the irises. They blazed...
Training the Jock Part 2
The next day the colt trotted into the chagerooms at the school. He was early; very early for the game. He wore his training top, and his football shorts, and a pair of runners for now. His gear was in his locker, and he went to it as ordered. The cow...
Training the Jock Part 1
The four girls were feeling no pain, thanks to a suitable amount of vodka and lemonade. All of them had some bruises, and their bodies ached in places, but victory was it's own painkiller, and with the addition of some alcohol, they were on a...
Memories
Memory is a funny thing. I can't remember how many guys I've fucked over the journey. It has to be a lot, and most of them are just a blur. Some stand out though. Some stand out a lot. Some I wish I could forget. Some I wish I could remember. Some I...