He stroked the felt badge on his old school blazer with affection. He should have thrown the blazer away years ago, as he never wore it, and it smelt of mothballs. There it was, hanging on a polished wooden coat hanger, on a brass rail within a rather knackered old wardrobe. He sighed and remembered his school days. They were happier days and simpler times. It was seven whole years since he’d left the sixth form. He had b...

I thought I'd washed thoroughly in the showers before leaving the gay sauna. But somehow the smell of the young man lingered on my hands. Musky and masculine, with just a hint of funk and condom rubber, the smell was unmistakably him and not me.  I cursed the soap gel dispensers at that sauna, which always seemed to be half-empty, and difficult to use.  A lot of guys there took their own toiletries, I'd noted.  It seemed...

“Pass me the mustard please, darling.”“Oh my gosh, look at this! It’s an ancient hill figure of a giant male with a large phallus.”He was explaining the chalk carving to his newly wed.“Do you mean a big cock?” she laughed.“Shhh…the other guests will hear you!  Anyway yes, that’s exactly what I mean and you are being very rude!” he admonished her.“Let me have a look please,” she said grabbing the tourist guide from her hus...

"Fucky, Fucky, Neil?" I smiled and shook my head. "Let's have a look at the calendar, shall we, Yasuko?" Every Friday on the kitchen calendar was marked with a letter, either F or S. It alternated between the two. The F Fridays stood for Fucky, while the S Fridays stood for Spanky. Of course, there were often Fucky, Fucky days during the week, but Spanky, Spanky days did tend to be confined to alternate Fridays. It so hap...

“What we have here, my girl, is a genuine ILEA school cane.” “ILEA? Is that the Swedish furniture shop?” “No, no, no! Are you trying to be smart with me? I-L-E-A, do try to keep up my girl! ILEA stood for Inner London Education Authority, part of the GLC.” “GLC?” “GLC stood for Greater London Council. All the ILEA school canes were stamped to show they were approved models, you see?” “Yes, I think so. As opposed to unappr...

Performances of Scriabin’s “Le Poème de l’extase” have always been extremely rare. Madeleine listened enraptured to the solo trumpeter. He had a gorgeous tone and immaculate timing, obviously helped by a good ear. He was a natural. She admired the way his long fingers danced on the valves of the instrument and imagined those same fingers playing on her breasts. She admired his lean, athletic figure and his smart attire. T...

The air was heavy with cigarette smoke. The two men were chatting behind the counter, waiting for the flood of punters who would arrive as soon as the city offices closed. It was unmistakably a sex shop. The windows were blacked out and there were tacky neon signs and entry to the shop was via a beaded curtain. There were rows and rows of magazines, ranging from the tame to the explicit, though the latter were censored du...

What a stupid question! No, of course not! No, I never regretted moving to the coast. Why would I? A tidy little inheritance and my early retirement had enabled it. My house was one of a detached pair in typical 1950s style. With extensive sea views and long gardens, I counted my good fortune every single day. The coastal climate was fantastic and I felt ten years younger at least. In fact, the only annoyance at my new ho...

“Mum! Is that you? I can’t chat for long. This phonebox smells like a public toilet and I think I’ll be sick if I stay here long. I’m not used to these decimal coins either. Blasted things! Anyway, how are you?” “I’m fine thanks. Lovely weather here. Paul’s just left for a pop concert.” “Good. It’s kind of you to have him stay while we’re away. I know he’s not a teenager any more, but we couldn’t trust him with the house....

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” my man Evan asked me. It was a fantastic location. A veritable desert strand of a beach, a beautiful headland, and nearby a Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI), or Safleoedd o Ddiddordeb Gwyddonol Arbennig (SoDdGA) as they say here in Wales! The tide was out, but the salty smell of the ocean was still in the summer air, and the song of the gulls echoed all around. Rather incong...