Matt and Simon wake up together. That morning Matt experiences another first in his sexual relationship as Simon kisses his arse cheeks before aiming for the centre spot and making Matt explode beneath him.
Matt & Me: Chapter 3 by BobbyG
////Knowing I’m Gonna Get Fucked by Devon Campbell
//I almost left when I saw Justin’s magnificent, muscular body in the showers, but that would have looked too obvious. So I chose a free spot and began to soap up my body. Then Coach Baldwin came in and I felt his hand on my butt…
Blast from the Past… and from my Son! by Robert Furlong
//While searching under his dad’s bed for his rucksack, Jake find’s something wierd… a blow-up doll. It hadn’t been used in years, so it was time it was dusted off and tested again.
How Can You Tell If He’s A Real Scotsman?
//Reading the second chapter Matt & Me made me realise how sexy I finds Scotsmen in their kilts. It’s the anticipation of knowing if they are being true to the tradition and the hope of a wardrobe malfunction so I can get a glimpse of the jewels. I recently found the picture below and thought it illustrates the story well. Don’t forget the read the second installment of Matt & Me and see what happens.
Matt & Me: Chapter 2 by BobbyG
//It’s Dean’s wedding, and all the men are in kilts, except Simon. Matt dutifully plays host but he and Simon manage to get some time together. When the reception breaks up Matt goes back to Simon’s hotel room.
Boy By The Sea by Devon Campbell
//I spy a young man on the beach first thing in morning, it looks like he slept there
Dropping the Bottle Opener by Robert Furlong
//A straight lad is surprised when his gay friend admits that he fantasizes about him.
Matt & Me: Chapter 1 by BobbyG
//Dean is about to get married and thinks his soon-to-be stepson, Matt, is gay. So, to confirm his suspicions, he asks his uncle Simon to seduce him while he visits for the wedding. All goes to plan until Matt turns the tables.
The Last Scout Trip by Devon Campbell
//I had decided when I was packing my gear that this would be my last camping trip with the scouts.
A New Flame by Robert Furlong
//Debbie’s interest in the lower half of my body had been lacklustre to say the least. She complained that I needed sex too often, that I came to bed too sweaty or that the head of my cock stunk like a gents’ urinal when I pulled my foreskin back.
