[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
Author's Note: Okay, I'm skipping my normal disclaimers this time because I wanted make a couple of points before the story. First, all of you are so awesome. I received 11 public reviews and several feedback e-mails from you. That's way more than I received from my earlier chapters. Also, 80 of you voted on my last chapter. That's over double the number th...
I started at a new school in grade twelve, at eighteen I was a well built guy, I loved to work out, I had the weight and the muscles, guys and girls loved my body. The first day was eye opening, seems the whole school was run and bullied by the foot ball quarterback and his girlfriend. They picked on the girls and boys, everyone feared them and their wrath...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
BRENDAN I was pissed no doubt about it. "I still don't know why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night helping at a soup kitchen" I bragged. "You know I hate it as much as you do." ensured my dad. I sighed annoyingly at my dad, of course he would say that, mom has him by the gonads. I began to feel self-conscious right when my dad drove his ne...
Note: This story doesn't revolve solely around sex, so if a quick hot sex scene is what you're looking for, this story isn't for you. A/N: Hi guys, I'm back with a new story for you. I'm really happy with how this story turned out and I hope you guys enjoy it. A huge shoutout to Y0rite for volunteering her time to help me as my editor. Her insight has helpe...
I am so fuckin’ hot. I mean it, no kidding. It’s not vanity or nothin’ like that. It’s true. Plain and simple. I am fuckin’ a-grade hot. It’s like at school, everyone wants a piece of me, you know. The chicks giggle and gawk when I walk by and all the blokes – they all wanna be just like me. Even some of the teachers - no bullshit! It’s great being lik...
Chapter 1: Meeting ~*~Side A~*~ Alright. Morning. The sun is nice outside and I'm already dressed up 20 minutes before I need to leave my house to go to school. I picked a clean blue v-neck shirt with my varsity jacket over it, pairing it with dark blue straight cut jeans and my favorite sneakers. Simple, but not bad. So I slung my bag over my shoulder a...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
Authors note: If you're looking for a story to get off to you're probably in the wrong place. I'm starting by building up the characters and seeing where I want it to go. Hope you enjoy it! ******** "Good morning and welcome back everyone." My Homeroom teacher Mr. Kelber put down a stack of papers on his desk, I assumed it was our schedules. "You've been...