After I had showered we made love for the first time. It was slow and natural, we bonded like long term lovers but with the appetite for lust that accompanies the first flushes of a new relationship. We rolled and tumbled, feasting on each other's bo...

A voice broke me from my memories. My attention snapped back from the park all those years ago, to now, and the train. A woman stood in the aisle, towering over me. She repeated her question and I shook my head and removed the flowers from the adjoin...

Taking the journey to make it up to someone is always a tough thing for me to do. I think it's the journey itself rather than the apology. It's like you're in some form of stasis, waiting for the travel to end so that you can make amends for your mis...

Back in the changing area, Jon cut a lone figure. Mark and Chris were bantering, an arm wrestle the only way to settle an argument over who was the crowds favourite, Jez and Kevin were sat on benches, towels loosely tied around waists. Kevin had foun...

It took my breath away, how good it looked. The music was deep, resonating. Spotlights ran in random patterns across the front of the screen. Footlights swivelled up, casting columns of light that danced and played across the screen. It slid apart an...

The screen flips, and the stage has been dressed for the next game. Four gunge tanks, in a line, a few feet between each, all currently unoccupied. Dave appears between the two middle tanks, centre stage alone. He smiles broadly at the camera and ex...

The camera on the drone is high above the mud flats. It swoops across the swamp of mud, the seashore just beyond, blue skies broken up with wispy white clouds. Seagulls swoop and dive, crying and calling. The drone's wide angle lens takes in the venu...

The music blared, a pumping high energy dance track. The camera started high above the audience, swooping down and across the crowd, clapping in time to the boisterous music. All men, a variety of ages, all there to witness the newest Messy Mayhem vi...

****Notes***** Thanks to a UMD member, who doesn't want to be named, who asked if I could write a story around his two favourite things, straight rugby players and gunge. Part one here, sets the scene of how a group of straight rugby players, end up...

My ammunition of gunge was depleting quickly, in contrast to my passion and enjoyment of abusing this man, which was running at max, my cock straining at my underwear so hard it was starting to get uncomfortable. As I worked on him, coating his body...

I stood and watched him from my viewing area for a moment. He blinked, and wiped his eyes again as residue of custard stubbornly resisted the decent, obstructing his vision as it oozed from this head down over his face. Not sure whether to wipe his h...

"You want my hat?" Dan said. The beginning of a grin spread across his face. He shrugged and reach up to remove it from his head. He held it out. "Not that way up" I said trying to keep my voice even. I think it came out a bit shaky, but can't be s...

I swung the door open. My heart was racing. I didn't think my hands were shaking but just in case I thrust them in my jeans and leant against the door frame. Realising how forced casual and stupid that would look I stood back up straight. I kept my h...

The ringing phone jolted me from my thoughts. Since the Crown's finest had taken my phone and computer back to the station, my mind had been on overdrive. I knew I was innocent of any crime, and I was unaware of Brad's shady activities but the shock...

Um', I said, my mind whirring for an answer. I must have elongated the um subconsciously into a long uuuuuuuuum without realising it. You could see the confusion at my reaction. "Your browsing history...UMD... appears to be a password protected...

I knew it was a mistake to date Brad. An even bigger mistake to make it a serious relationship, and a monumental disaster to make house with him. Sure, he was dazzling, the all American smile, the Florida drawl, the tan, and oh, that physique. Brash...