'Being a postman around these parts is the best job I could have,’ Dave tells himself. ‘All these La-Di-Da people with their nice houses and big shiny cars parked on the drive. Two cars most of them. Little do they know that the postman sometimes cums twice.’ Sitting here in my car in the shadows between the street lights and trees, no one can see me unless they are really looking hard. And they don’t look. They’re too bu...

It’s been seven weeks now since I came in here. Seven weeks of lying in this bed, legs only just out of plaster and both arms still plastered up and unusable. The only thing I suppose I should be grateful for is that I am my own private room in this private hospital. If things had been different, I could have ended up in some big twenty bed ward in a not so nice National Health Service general hospital. I’ve been told tha...

During my schooldays, I used to knock about with a friend quite often who had not been one of our local gang when we were all growing up. He always seemed a bit of a loner to me. I had knocked about with him for about two years or so off and on. He was within two weeks of my age, but we had gone our separate ways when we had finally left school, and I didn’t see much of him for a couple of years. It was normal for us back...

I was a seventeen-year-old, naturally horny boy, who seemed to be always preoccupied with masturbation. I had two older sisters, one being eighteen and the other, nineteen, almost twenty. Both sisters lived at home at that time, the younger one preparing to go off to a live in a trainee nurses' post in the near future. The older one was saving up to get married and planned on staying in the family home for another year or...

My step-mother would have been in her mid-forties by the time I was nineteen. I thought her quite attractive and I had noticed that men used to give her the odd lustful glance. She had kept in good shape with a fairly narrow waist and a nice bum. I had never taken much interest in women’s breasts at that time but I had noticed hers, which weren’t overly large. I don’t think I had ever looked at my step-sister’s breasts or...

I was nineteen years old and still lived at home with my parents. Because I had gone on to technical college when I finished my sixth year at grammar school, I had got myself a Saturday job to earn a bit of pocket money. It was when I left the shop that I worked in to start my lunch break that I bumped into a pretty and vaguely familiar girl who appeared to be around the same age as me. We stopped and said hello, both of...

John was nineteen years old. He had grown up on a large housing estate where there were plenty of other boys of his age to hang around with. He had been part of a gang of about twelve friends. One of the gang was a boyish-looking girl who always made sure that she was in on all of the games they played and the trouble that they got into from time to time. She always dressed in boy’s jeans and tee-shirts and although none...