I couldn't see how I could get to be friends with Noah unless I turned into a complete asshole to match the rest of the boys which Noah hung around with. This seemed unlikely to ever happen however so I thought it best to do it the only way I saw possible. I would have to get Noah away from his friends. I often wondered what other people would think if they...
"You look very nice today, Joanie," Mister B said to me as I climbed into his car. "Thank you," I replied, not even bothering trying to correct him yet again. My name is 'John' but since the day we met he has called me 'Joan' or 'Joanie.' He claims I misunderstand him due to his thick, southern accent, but I don't know, it sure sounds like 'Joanie' to me....
I remember talking to a mate at work about how much I missed my old playing days in football and longed for that team camaraderie, getting together after for drinks. I really missed it. He told me that he recently joined a new club and that if I wanted to come check it out, I was welcome to come. I asked what it was called and he said it was the Greek Societ...
CH. 1 The field was hot and dry today as I watched the team take their positions at first down. I stood off field next to the bench where I could see the players the best. I scanned for any flaws in their form and stances. When the ball was hiked I watched the QB make the hand-off to the running back perfectly, no fumbles this time. Our linemen held their g...
November, 1940, Country Estate of Roger Morris, York, England Lying on his back, legs bent and spread on the four-poster bed of newspaper mogul Roger Morris, Bryan Sinclair steeled himself to take the last, largest, of the graduated, tear-drop-shaped balls Morris was forcing into his ass. He'd had his eyes shut tight at the effort but opened them when the l...
The weekend had flown by and my life would never be the same. But right now, there was no time for that. Not at this moment. It was Wednesday evening and it was all on the line. All year we had been struggling to get our game down. The majority of our team was made up of freshman and sophomores. Then there was myself and three other juniors with only one se...
Next morning I awake to the smell of breakfast. I'm in my cage but this time the cage is in Sir's bedroom. I stayed awaked for as long as I could last night just listening to the sound of his breathing as he slept. Sir comes in and lets me out of the cage takes me to the kitchen and feeds me as he had done before. "We have a visitor today," he says. "Who i...
"That suit makes u a horny little lad, doesn't it?" It was another text from Mr Matthews. Thomas was out at a bar with his co-workers, and he'd just sent Mr Matthews a picture of what he was wearing: a fine navy pinstripe three piece suit with a bright pink and blue striped tie and a lavish pocket square spilling out of his breast pocket. So Thomas texted...
My dick was hard. My back was hurting. My tongue was tired, but still rimming. Chris was enjoying my labors while I ached. I had the smell of his ass in my nose and what little I could see was just his cheeks. Fuck my life. I had lost all track of time when Chris finally got up, announcing he was going to take a shower. Having no other orders, I was stuck i...
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...