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...
We were probably all virgins even though we were eighteen. It was a more innocent age and of course you didn't 'become a man' until you were twenty-one. Though at eighteen you could still be called up to fight for your country and presumably, if necessary, die for it too. In fact nearly four hundred of us National Service men did in places like Korea and Mal...
CHAPTER 2: ABREACTION The night Coach Henry Jacobs of Jefferson Davis High was living out his fantasies with Asad Udovicic, the school's star quarterback, Anthony Breslin had been the same thing he was doing now- furiously masturbating to his own. On the whole, Anthony's erotic longings were quite a few shades less disturbing than the Coach's. Breslin ha...
[Historical Note for this story: Section 28 was a legislative provision by the Thatcher government in the Local Government Act of the United Kingdom Parliament in 1988, forbidding local authorities from promoting homosexuality as a normal way of life in any area under their control, which included most schools. It was repealed by the Labour government in 200...
[This is the continuation of 'David the Graduate Student Ch. 01,' which should be read first] Chapter 31 Jon A weekend in London 1 As the Pentecost term progressed, I suddenly realized that when I was not in the lab or doing calculations on the computer, I was continually engaged in manipulating people. And poor David, bless him, was being pushed around,...
Note: Despite anything mentioned in this story or the previous one, unprotected sex, even oral sex, can transmit STDs. Please practice safe sex. * I woke up before Tim again. This didn't particularly surprise me. According to Fiona, who had been involved with each of us and was still a close friend, he was a night owl and it was the next thing to impossib...
Since his liver transport two years ago, Daniel Riley had been slowing down on the drinking. Not stopping completely though, but Charlotte, his wife didn't know that. No one knew that every Friday night he would escape to his basement den, lock the door, pour a cup of brandy and listen to music. It was his way of letting go of the stressors of the week. Thi...
A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turn...
Here we are again, my lovely readers. Thank you so much for making it this far with me. I hope my story is entertaining and you are enjoying it. I am really looking forward to more votes and I hope you will love this chapter. Keep the comments coming? Enjoy.......... ****** Marcos had been waiting for Ramon and he was getting impatient. Eduardo had told hi...
One of the really funny things about life is that when you're up to your neck in shit, you get used to the smell. The last six years had been exactly that, each day worse than the day before. And all during that time, I had done everything I needed to do and had functioned one day at a time. Now, it was all catching up with me. * * * * * * I had come to N...