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...
Well this is my first attempt at a story and I know that it is poorly written. My hope is that with time my stories will get better. None of this is true, it is simply my imagination and if any of it offends anyone then I apologize in advance. I must warn that this is a love story, not one that will give you a quick roll in the hay. Enjoy! Comments are appre...
Game of Love Ch. 12 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Thank you and welcome to the 12th chapter of this captivating series. I love you guys a lot and I would love to thank you for your comments, ratings and for being on this journey with me. I appreciate all of it and I promise to always deliver without disappointing. Don't forget to drop you...
This is the third and last of a group of three related stories: Petty Officer Pettifer Pettifer the Gay Disciplinarian Pettifer – The Warden ***** CHAPTER 1 Kevin Pettifer: Warrant Officer Kevin Pettifer, to give him his full title, stood, cane still in his hand, and looked with a sense of great personal satisfaction at the richly welted, muscular arse...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Hello guys and welcome to the eighth chapter of this great story. I know you guys have been eagerly waiting for this chapter for a long time but it is finally here. I would like to sincerely apologize for this late post. I am really sorry but I had to go to school because I am only an 18 year old and being a first y...
I blame Jason Reitman. After five years, I had just about managed to get my friends to consider the possibility that frequent business travel does not necessarily equate to a series of one-night stands offering a smorgasbord of sexual delights. Any way I looked at it, it was a little humiliating to have to keep on affirming that I'm essentially a boring per...
He stares at me with a mixture of pity and disgust in his eyes, and I sneer back at him, my contempt loud and clear. I didn't know it then, but that doorman would one day mean the world to me. ** My name is Peter 'Pinky' Benson. I'm twenty and a half years old, and I'm going to be all alone for the first time in the big city. I'm moving there to attend an...
This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that's not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. If you enjoy the story, I'd love to hear from you. Thanks for reading. * * * It wasn't the explosion that alarmed him. It was the silence. In the aftermath, as the dust--and metal, and body parts--...
Time seems to go by so quickly. It was almost a year that I moved out of my mom and step-dad's house, but it seemed like just yesterday. After graduating from college, I returned home to the Detroit suburbs. I got a job fairly quickly as a computer tech. The company I worked for sold PCs and custom software to small and medium-sized businesses. I did diagno...
DARK ROMANCE - M/M EROTICA NOVELLA (This is the ending to 'My Girlfriend's Brother') 18+ Control, manipulation, non-consensual, sexually explicit, strong language. * I try to stand and fail spectacularly. Fuck, why do gay men do this to themselves. Ben confiscates my phone when I start googling hitmen. At least the bastard has a satisfying look of shame...