The weekend after I began my new job in Kentucky, JT, the boys and I were sitting at the Saturday morning breakfast table. We were all still nude as we had just finished an early morning play session. As we were drinking coffee there was suddenly the sound of an auto horn blaring from the road out front which set the dogs to baying. We all walked over to se...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 2 -- The wrong boy Gulwan gingerly opens the heavy wooden door to the play room and looks round for Soltan. He muses...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Kristy laughed along with the rest of the crowd packed into the sloping grassy knoll, which was located in front of the stage at the annual state fair with attendees spread out on blankets and chairs. Up on stage, a hypnotist was going through his hilarious routine with eight volunteers who were...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
Nathan was just 18 the first time he went on a road trip with his senior football team. It was a month before the season started and the team was off to their preseason training camp. Having finally been officially promoted to the senior list, Nathan was excited to attend. This was the very start of pre-season training and the first time the new team members...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Sweet Brother: the story of Mac and Nash Wolfe. ___ Mac walks over to the studio door and pulls the shade. He turns off the outer sign and locks the door. As his key turns in the deadbolt he takes a stern look over his shoulder and says, "Pretty boy, slide your ass across that c...
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...
"Open my pants and take out my cock!" It never failed. My hard-on always twitched and throbbed whenever I said those words to a new boy. What was even more exciting was the feel of their trembling and eager hands as they fumbled with my slacks and boxers trying desperately to free my erection to please me. When his fingers finally encircled my stiff shaf...
Once I was ready I laid on my bed waiting for Dad, Henry was busy shutting off the lights locking the doors, even he was a bit nervous, and maybe feeling a little guilt at the same time, this after all was his stepson, and a great kid at that. Henry walked in the room, Tommy laid there naked ready for him to take him, Henry sat on the side of the bed. "Tomm...
AJ trembled as Jack lowered the fleshlight down over his pulsing cock head again. 'Please,' begged AJ 'please don't stop it this time. I need to cum so bad!' The room erupted with laughter and jeers, as the fraternity boys mocked their new member. They'd been tormenting AJ for over an hour, denying orgasm after orgasm. He was desperate to cum. 'You'll li...