So recently, I've decided to attempt to write stories... here's the first one so far... :) Don't be too harsh! It's just a "for fun" hobby for me :)


Sitting at home staring at the clock while pondering if this “getting out there” thing was such a good idea. He seems nice enough, has great things to offer…. And it’s only dinner, right? With an hour left until meeting at the restaurant, I decide to hop in the shower to pretty myself up and put my best foot forward....

He closed his eyes, the man's fingers intertwined with his, and let his hand drift slowly back onto that muscular thigh ready to wander and explore. There was no hurry, the pair were far more interested in each other than the film anyway. Perhpas one day they could rent it at home and ignore it again...

And just then, he felt the soft material and the presence of the strong masculine leg that sat beneath it, waiting for his touch. His hand moved up and down, his fingetips stroked...

While the traliers played before the film, and Ashleigh sat with he delightful figure straight, the new---and, as usual, temporary---object of his care-free and fanciful desire was entering the darkened room, and began climbing the stairs searching out a good place to watch from. As he took that first step upwards, he instantly felt the presence of someone who might prove to be rather enjoyable waiting for him unaware. His hot blood thickened in his athletic chest and a bright flush of yearning...

Evan slid down onto his knees behind Ashleigh, sliding his hands slowly up and down the boy's thighs, and just looked at the round, fleshy globes in front of his eyes. They looked soft and smooth, and called out to Evan's hands and mouth for his attention. As he reached up, his heart fluttered and his fingertips landed on the sexy globes and felt just how soft they were. As Ashleigh felt his skin being touched, he closed his eyes and ran his teeth over the corner of his bottom lip, enjoying the...

With his naughty, inquisitive hand rubbing slowly on the bluge that had appeared in the denim sheathing Evan's legs, Ashleigh felt up and down the shape with his fingertips. It began above the join of his legs, and moved upwards and sideways towards the waistline, as though straining against the material for freedom. Ashleigh imagined the phallic member naked and exposed, the underside facing upwards and the top pressed against its owner's masculine stomach.

The blonde-haired boy...