My girlfriend and I were in our late teens, living with our parents and quite reserved; at least outwardly. We had been limited to desperate under-the-clothes fondling in cars after dark, and I often drove home after dropping her off with my cock strainin...
"Would you pose for me in private?" It was such a direct question, so boldly delivered that he couldn't respond for a moment. They had met by accident that afternoon in town, had almost passed each other in the street, then stopped with a flicker of recog...
Don't think that I don't know what you're thinking Imagining it's me and not coffee you're drinking I see you dipping your tongue taking delicate sips as you envision my foam on your lips I hear you talking at the cafe in the park how you like it tall and...
Come and sit astride me like this Your legs pinning my flesh and bone There's a bump there You would fit so well, so well Take what you want Leave a trail of silver on my hip Warm and wet from your hidden molten mine And when you are done When you jerk an...
In my first year at university, I lived in a dorm room on campus. At the time of these events, I had broken up with my first girlfriend and was beginning to wonder (as the band sang) what the hell I was doing here. There were a couple of friends from my h...
Fond memories of my ex-wrestling opponent, when we used to play-fight because we liked feeling our bodies moving against each other but didn’t want to admit it out loud. And then that time when you were around at my place wearing a checked shirt and a ner...
In response to a recent question: “Dear Sir, Tell me why you like your favorite sexual position.” But I like them all! From the cramp-inducing athletic complexity of the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon to the simple rudeness of the Missionary I love the He...
Take your willy for a walk Put him on a leash if you need Don’t worry if the neighbours talk Just set your phallus phree Perambulate your penis Rock your cock around the town It doesn’t matter if your prick or dick Is pointing up or down Show your schlong...
This rain makes me think of you, C The gushing stormwater with the sign of the fish reminding us that all drains lead to the sea. You came not like a comet, but a torrent You were a cold front meeting warm air from the tropics and I was a small boy failin...
Ever since making a comment online about my innocence being stolen by Jenny K on the bathroom floor of her parents’ house, I have been inundated with a slew of requests (two is a slew, right?) for more information about said event. So here it is: but I mu...
