The concept of this 'Prison School' was the brainchild of Ruben Styles, the gay son of a State Representative, who pushed through a bill to build and operate the school. It was a multi-purpose plan, primarily sold as a means to train non-violent felons in saleable careers, those being building trades, Masonry, Electrical, Plumbing and Carpentry. Also, since...
I have picked up this story again at the request of a few dedicated yet frustrated readers. Thank you, to those of you who spurred me on when I was completely content in abandoning this fic. It has been nearly two years since I last updated this story. A quick preface should serve well: two teen boys, Jake and Devlin, have switched bodies through some unkn...
"Hey, Josh, we're having a campfire on the beach. Is there any way I can call you back later?" My best friend, Jason, asked me as he answered my call. I was bored out of my mind, and this was my last attempt at entertainment. "Yeah, that's fine." I told him. "I was just calling to say hi. Have fun with Matt." "Thanks! He says hi, by the way." He told me...
Like a puppy following its master, I was right on Mr. Jarvis' heels as he entered his bedroom. He stepped over to the bed and turned on a light sitting one of the bedside tables. The light cast a warm glow over the room. I looked around and the room was tastefully decorated without being overly ornate. You could see from the types of pictures on the walls an...
My name is Jon Grossmann. Despite what you might think, I am not Jewish. At least, not ethnically. Maybe way back when someone in my family was, but no one in my family is anymore. Nope, just regular old uncertain European ancestry, like most North American white people. Anyways, not really trying to make this about race or anything, just making sure you wer...
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...
Chapter 11: Detour *Note: I'm sorry for the delay. Thanks for sticking with me. This chapter follows Matt and Clint. I've changed the point of view for this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know your thoughts.* "I'll miss you Bobby." Matt said as he tightly squeezed his best friend. "I'll miss you too Matt. We'll still see each other." Bobby...
The next two months were the most blissful that I had ever had—or, it's quite possible, that I would ever again have. I moved in with Doug, and we freely shared everything in life, most especially our cocks. He was enough for me. I didn't need women or other men now. I was ready to settle down for a life of my butt nestled into his lap. I didn't give another...
He was just posed there, his feet on the ground, half sitting in the seat swing in the overgrown abandoned playground at the back of the elementary school. I had walked over here on a whim to cool down from the sharp retort I had unexpectedly made to my mother at the lunch table. This after her third badly cloaked jab on why I hadn't married yet and given he...
I don't get a massage often. As in, pretty close to never. Mostly because I just don't have the time. But work had been more demanding than usual and the back-to-back flights had put a permanent crick in my lower back that I just couldn't seem to shake. Shelly, my PA, who was more like a mother, had taken one look at my face this morning as I was downing pai...