The process of justice from arrest to conviction and sentencing can take years in some complex cases. Prisoners are moved, often on a daily basis from cell to cell, from police station to court, prison to court and sometimes to the relative freedom of bail. A busy and stressful time of 'hurry up and wait' with hearings, interviews with legal representatives...
As a kid, I was effeminate and people bullied me for being me, gay. I didn't have any concept of "gay" until I reached my teens and realized what being gay meant. I decided I wasn't like that, so I tried to act straight and toughen myself up. I also tried bulking up some muscle, but that was just not what I was made of. I remained slim, but I tried so hard t...
Luke put his dick back in his boxer shorts, I, however, just abandoned all my clothes on the sofa. We went inside to my bathroom. I playfully grabbed his nice ass, bulging in his underwear, on the way. Arriving in the bathroom, Luke turned around, took me in his arms, lifted me and sat me on the edge of the sink. As he started kissing me again, he ran his...
Content/trigger warning: This story contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. 1. JESSE The dead grass is limp and soft under my bare feet, and I hum a little to myself despite the crippling summer heat. Crippling summer humidity, I corr...
It has taken me 3 years to get the nerve to put this to paper, but it is something I feel I finally must do. What follows is a true story of fantasies, curiosity, lust, desire and ultimately satisfaction. Enjoy . . . Like so many men in these stories, I was your typical heterosexual married man, in his mid 30's, who was pretty sure where he stood in life....
"You're to wear this at all times whilst you're in public." Lavin told me, his eyes burning into mine as he placed the silver mask in my hand. I stared down at it fearfully and felt gorge rise in my throat. Surely they couldn't expect me to don such a monstrous thing for days at a time? The moulding of the things lips were pressed firmly closed. Its expressi...
[Dedicated in the centenary year of her birth, to the memory of Barbara Pym (1913-1980), the greatest English woman novelist since Jane Austen. Forget Charlotte Brontë, George Eliot and Virginia Woolf. There is not a lot of sex in this installment, but I hope that you will read and enjoy it as a story rather than as wank literature.] Chapter XXII Dom: Chri...
Tommy's Third Year at College [In this part of the story, Tommy and Martin take over the narration.] Chapter 52 Martin: Alone in Camford When I had returned with David Singleton-Scarborough from Bristol airport feeling sad that I would not see my darling fag-boy for at least ten weeks, he said to me, "Martin, I know exactly how you feel! Saying goodbye to...
I slept like a rock. A very hot rock. Lava. Eric got out of bed before I did. The second he did, I tossed the covers off of me to try to cool my body down. It must have worked because the next thing that I knew he was waking me. "Wake up, Baby. I want to go out." I was on my stomach and he was hovering over me. It says a great deal about how thrashed I w...
It was August 17th, 2053. One year to the day that my world ended. I was doing my worst habit, watching old videos of Ted. Everybody told me that would make it harder for me to move on. It wasn't helping me move forward, it was just keeping me stuck in the past. I knew that that was true, but I couldn't make myself delete the videos. I couldn't even avoid w...