"What was that?" Paul woke with a start. The dim light from the window illuminated the dorm room with gray and blue shadows. He turned in his bed to look across the small room to his roommate, Nick's bed. Nick's back was turned towards the wall and Paul couldn't make out if he was sleeping or had he heard the noise too. "Did you hear that?" Paul whispered...
Chapter Seven PRETTY PINK BOTTOMS The first step on my trip down that path happened one hot Sunday afternoon. I had just come out of my bedroom after spending a few hours in the pool. I was wearing a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts which hung low on my butt. I was drying my hair with a towel. Mr. Clemons was there to meet me in the hallway with that...
I went over to Sandy's and Dan's office immediately after class. When I walked in, they were in the front office. Dan looked up, "Hi, Gary. What's the decision?" "Hi, Dan. Hi, Sandy. I talked it over with my parents and they said o.k. They even said it would be good for me to get out on my own." Sandy smiled, "That's great. Have you had lunch?" "No," I sm...
FYI - There is sex in this chapter. I have been told that people love the story, but where is the sex. Well here is it. I hope you all like. ********** *Toby* When I left at two this morning, after I tried to get the Doc to have sex with me, I went to the grocery store, I couldn't sleep. I needed to get the ingredients for lasagna, antipasto salad and ga...
The narrow, white frame-house was nice enough, Dillon supposed, but there was something about this whole thing that just didn’t feel right. Ben had a sister? If that was true, then why hadn’t Ben ever mentioned her to Jamie before? And where did Mitchell Harding fit into all this? Jamie seemed to be having his own reservations, if his hesitancy to open the...
Thanks for the votes and comments on the story so far. 5 * * * * * * Rob When I first started to work undercover I loved it. I got to be a cop but play the bad boy and it appealed to the side of me that didn't like rules and regulation. Ever since I started training it was what I wanted, and little jobs soon turned into longer periods and harder work. T...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings -- right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into elect...
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Debbie turned out to be very nice. A bit giggly, perhaps, but that could be put down to the nervousness of being on a first date. She probably thought me too quiet for the same reason. We'd got on well – better than I'd dared to hope – and I'd suggested that we could meet up again at the we...
This is three episodes that were removed from the story "Bastille Day" about group sex at two French nudist resorts. As I was reviewing the chapters for submission, I decided that some readers might not appreciate what had developed in the original draft. Maybe I was wrong. Certainly the two young women in the story had no problem with it. Sans, short for Sa...