A man of the theater as they spell it in British. He made a couple of movies, but his real work is in the theatuh, as those Brits say. Sir Algernon Makepiece. We've never seen his roar in King Lear, never seen him sob in Hamlet, hiss while he strangles the piteous Desdemona; but most of us know him from the Pringles commercial. Simon says its a wonderful idea, and we all agree.
encounters
Grand Old Man
Curiosity Killed The Cat
Did for me too. We had free Disney channel last weekend and so I caught an English Import. Dickens' "Ye Olde Curiosity Shoppe". Hadn't seen it since when I was a kid, but it kindled memories. Ones I'd kept on the back-burner. Like that time I walked into that little boutique in San Rafael, with the unusual merchandise:I'd recieved their flyer. Green flourescent paper, Ugly Black Type.
encounters
Buttercup
A figure in white, there, down there. His grandfather's long-johns clothing his youthful frame tightly, so I could see every contour. He was standing by a shady pool, looking down on his reflection, a young narcissus. He unbuttoned the front, pulled his arms out, the golden shoulders bared, the valley running down the middle of his back.
beginnings
Historical Sex Story Above Athens
We were different, Odysseus and me, different than the other boys in Socrates' academy. We were encouraged to experiment on our own. Which we did at every available opportunity that presented itself. We liked having sex, in the vestibules of town houses, in the public baths, next to the statues of naked gladiators with their idealized body parts.
historical
Farouk Ali Bazar Boy Sex
In a bazaar with Turkish sworls and dervish citizens, flower-traders, carpet-baggers, the beggars, and the street boys, of which, one Farouk Ali, was the most wicked; and not cheap. He would hang out with his monkey-grin smile, his rapier wit, and lithe body, that men want, and they pay a pretty dinar for. Two men talking, and Farouk could hear ever word. "Aziz, hold the donkey, while I...
sci-fi/fantasy
The Insatiable Skinhead
I quickly got into the changing room it had been so long since I had sex. Wow. I couldn't believe it. The guys here are gorgeous. They always are and there always checking me out too, which was the best ego boost of them all. Being fancied by the hottest guys you could imagine. Wow. I loved this place. There I was undressing in the changing rooms and this guy was shamelessly checking out my ass.
encounters
My Previous Neighbour's Son
He walked passed, with his pint in his hand. I stopped for a second and smiled to myself. He looked gorgeous, with beautiful blue eyes, his blond hair in curtains and certainly he had carried on using the weights in the back of his dads garage. "Uncle Rob" I heard him say insecurely. I smiled at him.
friendship
The Wedding Present
One of the jobs for the best man is to organise the stag night. So I got onto the local Chinese that I know as got a nice room in the back for load parties and like. I explained it was going to be a raw occasion, they didn't seem to mind at all. I organise a stripper, well you have too don't you. I heard that she was a loose woman and for a little more would do other things as well.
encounters & relationship
Sneaking Into the Adult Bookstore
For two months I had tried to find away into the adult bookstore that my buddy Aaron told me about. Every since the day he told me you could go into these little booths in the back of the store to watch porno movies and get your cock sucked, I had been dying to get in. When he told me about his first time in the store, the day after he turned eighteen, I said he was full of shit.
encounters
Peek Hours at the Gym
My boss was "The Big D"-Danny Barrett. A big, blond, open-faced bear of a man, he was a good-natured guy, a divorced father of two kids, both in college. For all the world he reminded me of the guy who used to play Wojo from the old "Barney Miller" series, but with a lot less hair on his head, and eyes that I thought were a lot bluer.
athletic
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