It was the mid 60's, I was about four and ten at the time and we lived in a cottage in Sussex. My dad worked away a lot and this particular night it was bitterly cold. I slept in a small bedroom next to my m*m and d*ds room. So I went up to bed at about 9.30 and found that my bed was wet. Looking up I could see a drip hanging on the ceiling. I called my m*m and it seems the tank in the loft was leaking slightly. Not enough to cause a flood but it made my sheets and mattress damp to touch. So with no other bed available I had to sleep in my mum's bed. No problem really seeing as my d*d was aw… 続きを読む

Surprised to see me This is a true story I posted elsewhere some time ago and I thought I would share it. Late 1970's / early 80's and I was working in the North of England. My job took me around all over the place and I would have to visit various building projects for the company I worked for. I was late 20's , married , and had been interested in wanking and occasionally cock sucking for a few years. For me it was mostly a bit of mutual wanking. I liked the idea of sucking but apart from once, had never summoned up the courage to do it. This particular day the job I had to go and look… 続きを読む

Trip of a lifetime I moved north when I was 22 (40 years ago )and every other weekend or so I would catch a coach back down to London to see my girlfriend and my family. One hot summers afternoon I boarded the coach coming back north and sat towards the back. It wasn't busy, in fact out of maybe 50 seats there were no more than 15 people aboard. Opposite me and slightly in front were an older could probably late 50's early 60's. He was sat by the window and she was sitting in the aisle seat and were the only people towards the back of the coach. It was a long hot journey and I couldn't help b… 続きを読む

Day out 1963 England, a long hot summer. The holidays were here and I was at a loose end. There was a film on during the week at the cinema in the nearby market town. Not the sort of film my mum would have let me go to see. I can't recall the name of it but it had posters put outside the cinema showing women with 'cleavage' some with stocking clad legs and short skirts. In the early 1960's that was tantamount to hard core porn for a lad. The summer holidays were here and my mates were all either busy or off away with their parents and so I was without any friends to play with. I caught the 1… 続きを読む

Bus Home After getting married at 22 I moved out of London into the sticks and to my first teaching job, at a secondary school in Devon. Not able to afford a car I had to get the bus from my village to the school. In fact it worked out pretty well because the bus I would catch in the mornings took me into the local town where at the bus station it became the school bus which would drop me right at the doors of where I worked. After school at 3pm the same situation occurred in reverse. The school bus became a regular service and I could stay on the bus until my village. The only draw back was… 続きを読む

Some years ago around 7.30am on a summer's morning I was travelling out towards Ilkley from Leeds. Passing through a little village I stopped off in the car park to use some small toilets there. I had had some fun there once or twice before . As I parked up I noticed a van parked close to the toilet block and thought maybe I would be in luck. Got round to the door to find some tape hanging off the door and a sign saying 'Painting in progress' A little disappointed I nevertheless brushed passed the tape and went in. A guy about 40ish in white painters overalls was working and he turned to look… 続きを読む

After getting married at 22 I moved out of London into the sticks and to my first teaching job, at a secondary school in devon. Not able to afford a car I had to get the bus from my villiage to the school. In fact it worked out pretty well because the bus I would catch in the mornings took me into the local town where at the bus station it became the school bus which would drop me right at the doors of where I worked. After school at 3pm the same situation occured in reverse. The school bus became a regular service and I could stay on the bus until my village.  The only draw back was that… 続きを読む

1963 England a long hot summer. The holidays were here and I was at a loose end. There was a film on during the week at the cinema in the nearby market town. Not the sort of film my mum would have let me go to see. I can't recall the name of it but it had posters put outside the cinema showing women with 'cleavage' some with stocking clad legs and short skirts. In the early 1960's that was tantamount to hard core porn for a boy. The summer holidays were here and my mates were all either busy or off away with their parents and so I was without any friends to play with. I caught the 12… 続きを読む

I moved north when I was 22 (40 years ago )and every other weekend or so I would catch a coach back down to London to see my girlfriend and my family. One hot summers afternoon I boarded the coach coming back north and sat towards the back. It wasn't busy, in fact out of maybe 50 seats there were no more than 15 people aboard. Opposite me and slightly in front were an older could probably late 50's early 60's. He was sat by the window and she was sitting in the aisle seat and were the only people towards the back of the coach. It was a long hot journey and I couldn't help but notice… 続きを読む

Some years ago when I was around my mid 30's, married with a couple of k**s. My family and I were on holiday in Cyprus. We had a ground floor 3 bedroom apartment on a quiet part of the complex. It was just off peak season so the place wasn't too busy. The apartment had a patio overlooking large grassed area dotted with small shrubs and trees where people would sit during the day to sunbathe. This area had a path running round the perimeter and it ran past the patios of the apartments. One night after my mrs had gone to bed, I fell asleep on the sofa. I woke about 1am and it was very dar… 続きを読む

This is a true story I posted elsewhere some time ago and I thought I would share it. Late 1970's / early 80's and I was working in the North of England. My job took me around all over the place and I would have to visit various building projects for the company I worked for. I was late 20's , married , and had been interested in wanking and occasionally cocksucking for a few years. This particular day the job I had to go and look at was in a prison, in Co Durham. I won't give the name of the prison because to do so could quite easily identify someone who may wish to remain annonymous.… 続きを読む

Some years ago around 7.30am on a summers morning I was travelling out towards Ilkley from Leeds. Passing through a small village I stopped off in the car park to use small toilets there. I had some fun there once or twice before hand. I parked up and noticed a van parked close to the toilet block and thought maybe I would be in luck. Got round to the door to fine some tape hanging off the door and a sign saying 'Painting in progress' A little disappointed I nevertheless brushed passed the tape and went in. A guy about 40ish in white painter overalls was working and he turned to look… 続きを読む

It was the mid 60's, I was about four and ten at the time and we lived in a cottage in Sussex. My dad worked away a lot and this particular night it was bitterly cold. I slept in a small bedroom next to my m*m and d*ds room. So I went up to bed at about 9.30 and found that my bed was wet. Looking up I could see a drip hanging on the ceiling. I called my m*m and it seems the tank in the loft was leaking slightly. Not enough to cause a flood but it made my sheets and mattress damp to touch. So with no other bed available I had to sleep in my m*m's bed. No problem really seeing as my d*d w… 続きを読む