The Skinhead

The first time I saw the boy I said to myself, “I’m having his arse before the summer is over.” He was standing by a brick wall at the block of council flats near where I lived. He wore big boots and jeans rolled so far up his legs they might’ve been shorts. His hair … Continue reading The Skinhead

Baxter’s Beating

Baxter stretched his limbs beneath the itchy grey blanket. The clock on the bookcase said eleven-fifteen. He clasped his hands together and put them behind his head. Too late to go to lectures now, he thought. Not that he had intended to. He surveyed the room. His trousers were strewn over the small leather armchair. … Continue reading Baxter’s Beating

After the party

The parent-teacher association Christmas party was in full swing in the school hall. Wine was being glugged and cheese snacks nibbled. Adam and Steve, senior prefects and bastions of St Simon’s Independent Grammar School, their hosting duties nearly at an end, hurried away from the festivities. “Quick, in here,” Adam opened a classroom door and … Continue reading After the party

Reliving old times

They both saw each other at exactly the same moment. Twenty or so yards across the almost empty new Brocklehust Shopping Centre. Anthony wasn’t sure at first. The man was a little heavier than last they met. His jowls were flabbier too. There was a little less hair and it was greyer, but there was … Continue reading Reliving old times

University encounter

I was eighteen, he was twenty-one. Maybe I was a little immature for my age. He told me if I insisted on behaving like that, he’d take me across his knee and spank my bottom. Hard. I didn’t believe him. Okay, so I was naïve as well as immature. I was a first-year student at … Continue reading University encounter

The smoking schoolboy

“You’d better not let Perkins catch you smoking. You know what he said. It’ll be a swishing,” Templeton groaned. Baxter, leaned back in the study armchair, drew on his cigarette and sucked the smoke into his lungs before holding it there. Then, very slowly he exhaled noisily. Templeton was not impressed. He sniffed the fug … Continue reading The smoking schoolboy

The boy in the front row

I am quite alone. The door is locked from the outside, it will not be opened until morning. Soon the light will go out, plunging me into darkness. My eyes are awash, but tears are not yet falling. Someone seems to have put my temples in a vice. Let me try to explain what is … Continue reading The boy in the front row

New experiences

Ian closed the door and headed down the walkway towards the stairs. It was cold and he wanted to hurry along to the pub to meet his mates. He passed the window of the flat of his friend Richard and halted. A strange noise echoed from the kitchen. Thwack! There it was again. The curtain … Continue reading New experiences

The glorious summer

It was the most beautiful summer Crispin and Alfie had ever experienced. Eighteen years old with their whole lives ahead. School was over; soon they would go up to the varsity together. Life was bliss. Crispin usually took the lead; in life as well as in the punt. Alfie was very content to follow in … Continue reading The glorious summer

Paying the rent

Rik hid behind the curtain and gazed into the garden below. His neighbour Ste lifted his shirt over his head; he was about to lay in the sun. Rik’s cock stiffened at the sight. What a body, a six-pack to die for. Not a spare gram of fat anywhere. Ste was now nearly naked; only … Continue reading Paying the rent