I was excited. I'd just become a qualified teacher and I'd got my first job - supply teacher at a secondary school with a sixth form. Not bad for a twenty-three-year-old. When the head of English was off sick, I was told I had to take her A-level literature class. I revised everything I could about the Wife of Bath and was ready for the lessons. Teaching about Chaucer might be difficult but I'm up for a challenge. I took...

Paul and I began with a straightforward top-bottom relationship. We met at a bar and hit it off, and Paul said he was versatile. I never saw any evidence of that. He sat on my cock and slid down it that first night together, and I soon fucked him in every position I could. Missionary, reverse cowboy, doggy, the lot. We ended up fucking every day for a month afterward. My cock just seemed to be built for his arse and, once...

I was eighteen and had just begun university. It was the mid-80s in Britain. Coming out was difficult. So I was pleased and scared to hear there was a students' gay society. I plucked up my courage and went along on the first week. It was a small room off the main bar. It was full of people, men and women. Everyone was friendly. My nerves soon went and I had a couple of drinks and began to enjoy myself. There were a few "...

Bill rang me with the good news. His wife was pregnant. Peter had done the trick the first time he fucked Sophie. I was so pleased. My son was following in my footsteps and I would be a grandfather for the first time, albeit at the very young age of forty. "We should celebrate," I said to Bill. He agreed. He'd get some champagne and Peter and I should go along the next night. "Should I tell Peter, or will you?" Bill said...

On the way back from our visit to Bill and Sophie's house, Peter told me how much he enjoyed fucking Sophie and how right it felt. He asked me how I began my bull lifestyle. I chuckled. I suggested we go back to my flat to have a drink and I'd tell him. I got us a beer each when we got there. It began when I was sixteen, so I was a couple of years younger than Peter now. My brother had a really hot girlfriend. He was eigh...

A few days had elapsed since I told Peter that he was my biological son and about my life as a bull in cuckold relationships. I knew that he'd find it difficult to break up with Oona but he would do it. So I texted him with a simple, "are you OK?" He replied straight away. "Broke up with Oona. Keep thinking about your lifestyle." I was sad and pleased at the same time. Finding out his girlfriend was in fact his half-siste...

I probably knew that at some point, I'd have to have a conversation with my biological son, Peter, to tell him the truth. But I wasn't happy that it had to be this way. Peter was surprised to get a call from me. He has always called me Uncle Andy and thought I was just a good friend of his parents. I invited him to a quiet pub to have a drink. He was eighteen, I was forty. He came in and I bought him a pint. "Peter, I hav...