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Copyright - Luke Preston
Paul put himself between the half open door and its frame and lent gently back against it. With his head resting on the architrave he could see directly into the mirror on the bathroom wall. As long as he kept his eyes fixed on the mirror and did not move them he could see the shower. The curtain was open and Stuart had just stepped in.
The two had shared their house for just over a month, since the new academic year had started. This was their second year at Uni and they had to move out from halls for the duration. They had moved in with the third house mate, Dean, and none of the three students had known each other previously. Maybe because of this they had not spoken much in their first month except to discuss the house rules, rotas for cleaning and a party. They had quickly come to learn each other’s habits however and Paul knew that at this time on a Friday Dean would be on his way to the gym and Stuart would be taking a shower. He also knew that Stuart always left the bathroom door slightly open so that it would not steam up and cause mould to grow.
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The Cabin Boy |
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Copyright GSC - Neil Gosling
Peter, a healthy nineteen year old, had been down on his luck and desperately needed a job.
‘I’ll give you a job,’ the plump hairy captain of the ‘Roger’ had said to him as he stood at the harbour
‘But you’ll have to do as you’re told or I’ll throw you overboard myself. I don’t put up with laziness.’
Peter had been warned.
Three days had since passed by and Peter, unused to the heavy workload of life aboard ship, was feeling shattered. Now he’d been ordered to scrub out the captain’s room and, finding himself to be alone next to the bed, he thought to himself, ‘nobody will miss me for half an hour so why not?’
He let out a big yawn and lay down on the comfortable bed, falling a sleep almost instantly.
He’d been asleep for a long time. He knew it as he lay there with his eyes still closed. But that was okay as his brother would wake him up when he was needed, he thought.
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The minister's son was now twitching back and forth, trying to get all of his cock into Bill. At the same time, he was riding my cock up his ass. Bill then started to lift up and down on Jamie's dick, being just inches from where I was driving my cock in and out of Jamie's ass.
The boy was now begging, "Fuck me! Please fuck me! Harder, harder ... all the way up." Sweat was oozing down the sides of his smooth chest, and his whole body gleamed. In a moment, he lifted his hands into the air and started raising his chest off the floor, shouting, "Take me. Take me. Make me come!" He was able to do this with just the strength of his abdominal muscles. As I pounded in his ass, I could see that Jamie's balls had tightened, and one ball almost seemed drawn into his body. When he shouted out, his cock spasmed into Bill's ass.
I stopped in mid-thrust, enjoying the scene before me. Bill quickly withdrew, leaving a puddle of semen on Jamie's lower groin, and as he straddled Jamie's chest, more jism came out of Bill's ass, looking like a string of shiny, thin rope. Bill flexed his cheeks until all the cream had dripped out of his ass. It took five Kleenexes to clean up the cum that Jamie had shot.
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Policeman Cottage Sex |
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Copyright GSC - Luke Preston
PC Grey was desperate for a piss and was grateful that he could take one while still watching from the toilet window. He unzipped his fly and spread his legs so that he would not splash his shoes. He had counted twenty cars pass by during the evening but after the two students no one had walked past. He could see the light from the squad car dimly in the distance and envied his colleagues who were at least warm, even if they were probably as bored as he was, waiting to catch a killer on the prowl. He shook the last drops of pee from his dick and slipped it back into his uniform, looking down instinctively to check his fly was fully pulled up. When he looked up again it was just in time to see a shadow pass by close to the wall of the toilet building and he waited to see it come out from the dark and into the street light further down. It didn’t, instead he heard soft footsteps enter the toilet and his heart began its familiar, excited pounding as someone made their silent way nervously inside.
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The Cellar |
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Copyright - Luke Preston
The kitchen was in darkness and something made him stop dead still, his hand on the light switch. In the reflection of the glass in the living room door he could see that the boys were watching film 378. He recognised the tacky music and the ecstatic face of the young sailor being shafted by his captain. He crept up to the door and rested his head against the frame as he peered in.
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A Night On The Boat |
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Copyright GSC - Edward James
Looking into his room he was not surprised to see it tidy and clean, both boys were fastidious about the boat and their cabin was being kept immaculately. Only two things seemed out of place. Mick’s trunks, which were hanging from the handle of a cupboard no doubt ready for an early morning swim, and Luke himself. The boy was sprawled out across his bunk asleep but still dressed. Jake let his eyes rest on the body lying face down, one arm tucked under the head, the other dangling over onto the floor. He was already sleeping deeply and his upper torso rose and fell slowly with long breaths. He still wore his deck shoes and baggy shorts and had collapsed there as soon as he had finished throwing up. Jake noticed an empty bowl by his bed.
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When Saturday Cums |
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Copyright GSC 2005
Football’s a funny old game.
As a Premiership football star, you can do almost anything you want. You can push the referee over if you disagree with his decision. You can jump into the crowd and kick the shit out of a fan who you perhaps take a dislike to. You can get involved in slashing someone with a bottle at a city night-club. You can make a calculatedly cynical tackle to end the career of a fellow player. You can even rape a girl and later claim it was consensual. But one thing, it seems, you can’t do. One thing that will end your chosen career quicker than anything. One thing that will make you a sporting pariah and send legions of often-times hypocritical supporters rushing for the exits.
Which in itself might appear to be something of a problem for Gareth Hicks – City’s newly-signed £5 million striker – given that he was engaged in this supposedly illicit activity at that very moment. Had his supporters known that he was gay and that he was currently sucking the hard, dripping cock of another man, they would undoubtedly have come to very different conclusions about a fellow they had simply all assumed was a typical lad-about-town. As it stood, however, they clearly had no idea as to what sort of young man the dashing fellow really was – and with any luck that was the way things would remain.
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John and I - First time |
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A few years ago, I lived in a luxury apartment complex. Across the hall was a great guy by the name of John. John was a very well liked guy around town, owned his own business, was attractive, dated several nights a week, and enjoyed most sports. We met while golfing at the complex's course. He had a great knack for making everyone feel comfortable and ready for fun. A party seemed to follow him where ever he went. We became great, close friends--threw many parties for the complex between our suites, golfed, sailed and worked out together. We "doubled" often and Jon always had a great looking date. I noticed he never seem to click with anyone for any length of time, but there was never a lack of company for him. I liked him immensely. He was a wild little guy, about 5'6" tall, but very well built and confident. He was also a real practical joker and, if some stunt of his was too much for me, I'd fall back on my college football days and call him a fucking tackling dummy, and try to toss him down. It was never easy to get the best of little John physically. On his thirtieth birthday, I had a surprise party for him. We threw it at my place, and I told all the guests to bring cheap halloween wigs and gag gifts. The one thing John was sensitive about was his thinning hair. You can imagine the laughs we all had watching him open the gifts and trying each one of them on. He got right into the spirit of things and even had us trying them on. But he promised me he'd get me when I least expected it.
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Boarding School Memoirs |
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Copyright GayStoryContent
Short story posted at WhackBlog.com
I sat alone in my study that night trying to put all the pieces of the puzzle together. There were so many of them. I reviewed the events of the past 24 hours as I sipped on a large glass of whisky and listened to the wind rattling around the courtyard outside.
So what exactly had happened? Yesterday I’d run into Stuart, Alex and Dean, three pupils from fifteen years ago. Except that yesterday was actually fifteen years into the future. Somehow I’d slipped back in time and found myself back here, but changed. I decided not to think about how or why this had happened but to just stick to the facts, bizarre though they were.
Fact one. I now knew that a great deal of sex went on in the older boy’s studies at night time. Sex between pupils. That’s a fact of boarding school life and as all the boys involved were old enough to consent there was nothing I could do about it.
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