I opened the door. The paper boy was walking down the path. He come up to the door and handed me the paper. Bless him, he was shivering and his fingers were blue. It was a freezing cold winter’s day. I took him inside so he could get warm and I sat him down on the sofa. He was freezing. I rubbed his hands one at a time. He got embarrassed. I rubbed his hands one at a time between my hands. “Your hands are like ice.” “It’s all right. I’m used to it.” I carried on rubbing his hands to get ‘em warm. He tried to pull his hands away, said he was ok. “Don’t be daft. I’m looking after… 続きを読む

All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over There we were, me and Stephen both naked, sitting on the bed wanking each other’s dicks when his Dad opened the door. We were both dead embarrassed, me and my mate – my mate more than me. The second my mate’s Dad realised what he was looking at, he shut the door and went downstairs. My mate was sitting on the bed with the duvet wrapped around him. He was mortified that his Dad had just caught us wanking each other off. I bumped into my mate’s Dad a week later in the street. He said he wanted to talk to me. I… 続きを読む

All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over My mate Jez, he gets my cock well fucking hard. I get my hardest erections when I think about Jez. I only have to think about him and it throbs up into the most unbearably stiff hard-on ever. My erections are well hard full stop but when I think of Jez they’re rock solid. I don’t know what it is about him that makes me feel the way I do. He’s just got this presence about him, this aura. Whenever I’m in his company I get a really sexy tingly sensation in my cock. He just makes me feel so fucking sexy.… 続きを読む

All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over I see this lad vandalising a bus shelter in Poplars Road. Proper scally he is. Just like me. He’s drawing cocks and balls and writing stuff like Sutton Green Boys Suck Cock and Sutton Green Scallies Take It Up The Arse. Fuck me, he’s got some balls, this lad. I mean, the Sutton Green estate where I live, it’s only a five minute walk away and here he is slagging us all off. I sneak up behind him. “What the fuck you doing?” He jumps out of his skin. He’s fucking gorgeous. I think I recognise him… 続きを読む

All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and over. My Mum had gone away for the weekend with her mates which meant me and her boyfriend had the house all to ourselves. He’s brill, my Mum’s boyfriend. He’s like a mate. He’s in his 40s but he’s well cool. Anyway, it was Saturday and we had a great night in, lots of cans, a spliff…brilliant. Round about 11 o’clock I said, “Right. I’m off to bed. See you in the morning, Uncle Bob.” I always called him Uncle Bob. “You off for your bedroom wank then?” “Yeah well I’m 18. I’m young and full of… 続きを読む

My mate’s younger brother Tim is dead cute. He is really sweet and sexy as fuck. My mate has no idea I fancy his little brother. When I say little, he’s 18. Tim’s a proper fit lad. My mate doesn’t even know I’m gay. It’d freak him out if he found out I was into cock. God knows what it’d do to him if he found out I fancied his younger brother. I wanted to tell my mate how I felt. But I know he’d go crazy. He really protected his younger brother even though he was 18 and old enough to look after himself. I wish I could tell my mate what I got up to with his brother the other night. I wa… 続きを読む

Me and my mate Dermot, we’d been drinking in town. Dermot had come back to my flat to carry on where we finished off in the pub and now he was too tired to walk home. I got the spare duvet from the bedroom, and he stripped down to his boxers. Then he said he always slept in the nude and he asked me if it was ok if he took his boxers off. I thought: well what if he has a wet dream and spunks his jizz over my sofa? Oh fuck it. It’d been a while since I last had a boy cumming in my flat. So I said, “Yeah. It’s ok. Get ‘em off.” So he took his boxers off and he got under the duvet on the… 続きを読む

© Robbie Webb 2012 My mate Liam crashed out on the sofa. I loved it when Liam came round to my flat. I loved him. He was my best mate. He was straight and he was the only straight person I’d come out to. None of my other mates knew I was gay. I didn’t wanna tell ‘em coz they didn’t mean anything to me. Not really. If I never saw any of ‘em ever again it wouldn’t bother me. I wouldn’t miss any of ‘em. But if I never ever saw Liam again that’d be horrible. I couldn’t live with that, never seeing Liam ever again. Liam meant more to me than all my other mates put together. They were nothing com… 続きを読む

© 2012 Robbie Webb I’d seen him go into them bogs in the park a few times. So this particular afternoon I followed him. I didn’t know his name. I’d seen him hanging around town a few times and in the park. He was one of them moshers or goths or whatever the fuck they’re called. I think he lived in Mendip Close, somewhere round there, the posh area. He wasn’t from the estate where I live. So yeah, this was like the third or fourth time I’d seen him go into them bogs, so I waited five minutes but he didn’t come out. I went in to see what he was up to and the dirty little bastard, he was… 続きを読む

© Robbie Webb 2012 Me, my bird Karina, and my gay mate Gavin, we have a fantastic time when we get together. We get together and once we’ve had a few beers we chill out. I’ve known Gavin for years. Knew him long before I met my bird. When my mate found out I met Karina he was really upset inside. I could tell. He didn’t show it though. Said he was made up for me. Thing is, Gavin had always had this thing about me. He’d fancied me for years. He’d never actually said it, never actually said the words. But it was obvious. We both knew. And he knew that I knew he fancied me. We just never sa… 続きを読む

Me and my bird’s Dad, we got on really well. He was one of those macho types. When I met him for the very first time, first thing he asked me was, “Do you like rugby?” I couldn’t stand it really but I didn’t wanna create a bad impression. “Yeah. Love it.” “Good lad. Better than football. That’s for fannies.” “Yeah. Bend It Like Beckham? More like Bender Like Beckham.” Fuck me, just thought of that one. I should be on stage. I was wasted being the boyfriend of some bird’s humourless Dad. He didn’t even smile. Second time I met him he was feeling my biceps. He said, “Not ba… 続きを読む

Kurt and Damien, they both got subbed off at the same time. So they both went for an early shower. As they made their way to the changing rooms Kurt thought: oh fuck, this was gonna be really hard for me. He had never been in the changing rooms with just Damien before, never been in the showers with just Damien. Kurt and Damien played for The Red Lion. They were the best team in the Sunday League Division. Damien was the fittest lad on the team. Kurt found it hard enough getting changed and showered with all the lads but it was Damien who he really fantasised about. It was Damien he… 続きを読む

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© 2012 Robbie Webb The author asserts the moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. All characters and terms including boy and lad refer to people age 18 and… 続きを読む

© 2012 Robbie Webb The author asserts the moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The following story is taken from my ebook WOT HAPPENED AFTER I KISSED ME ST… 続きを読む

© 2012 Robbie Webb The author asserts the moral right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work. All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrievable system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written consent of the author, nor be otherwise circulated in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The following story is taken from my ebook MY WANK LINES Volume 1, available… 続きを読む