Last week I went to see a friend in Peterborough and ended up coming back to London on a late train. It was pretty quiet in the carriage and I was reading my book - nothing rude - when I started to feel a bit horny. I looked at some stories on Lush, on my phone and the itch got worse. That feeling in my tummy of sexual excitement, that dampness in my knickers. The motion of the train didn't help and there were only one or...

I have fantasised about this moment for weeks. You lying stark naked on my bed, your cock rock hard and erect and throbbing with excitement. My lips trailing over your chest, your tummy, then your thighs, tasting your sweat, hearing your moans. It is strange with another man after all these years, but I know what I'm doing. I know how to treat a male body. I have had so many penises in my hands, my mouth, my cunt, over th...

You keep asking. You really want to know. How many men, how many times, how good were they? Do I still masturbate thinking about precious sexual experiences? What was the best ... Until now, you add hopefully. So I will tell you. I can't tell all, there is too much. I have fucked about 30 men I think, I don't keep a tally but between 20 and 30. Not all full sex, there have been blow jobs and fumbles and fiddles, but at le...

Years ago, when I was at Uni I ended up sharing a bed with my friend Karl. This was not unusual at the time, we led a bit of a partying lifestyle and often ended up staying over at friends' places after a party. This particular night we were at a party where we didn't know too many people and most of those we did know had gone home. Karl had already arranged to stay over as the party was at one of his mates' houses and I...

I watch him sometimes at night. He lives in the house opposite and often walks into his room naked. He's about 19 or 20, tall, well built. I've stared many times as his taut arse, even his cock. I have touched myself while watching him upstairs, the light out. And on one bonus, bonus occasion, I saw him masturbating in front of the mirror. Did he secretly know I was watching and masturbating too? I can't get enough of tar...

I'm alone. I will have the house to myself for ages. It is hard not to begin as soon as I find myself alone. It's been like this since my teens. Maybe it is just what we do when we are on our own, it's always my first thought even in my 30's and in a long term relationship. The internet is always my first port of call. Surfing through various naughty sites, some known to me already, some new. 'Masturbation' is the first s...