Chapter 47: Trip To The Mall The sinks runs in the bathroom as Adam splashes the cold water on his freshly shaven face. He runs a towel over his lower jaw, and feels it smooth. "You ready, yet?" Merrick asked as he came in, "You're not even dressed yet," Adam jumped as he felt a quick slap to his butt. "Gh! Hey~" Adam turned, and rose his eyebrows, "Wh...
Again, as most people do, Arthur sometimes looked back on his life, and he often thought his previous actions were that of a dense and slow-witted person. In his defense, he couldn't think of himself as someone that ... well ... important. Not to Vince, anyway. On the second work day, Vince asked him to come have workout later. No big deal. Arthur had to...
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 shivered with a strange mixture of fear and excitement...my entire body trembled and shook. Yoshi stood behind me holding my shoulders. I saw Mr. Binnaka sitting at the computer, his back to us. Yoshi leaned close and whispered in my ear. "Breathe deep---help you stay calm..." he said softly, "...most important...remember---this only a game! He look angry...
The first 10 chapters were from my perspective, of Jason Randall. A mid-thirties married guy. The next 2 chapters are from the perspective of my boss, late 30s gay Scott Banks. Enjoy. -------------------------- Scott's Perspective: I finished up at the convention and went back to my hotel. Marcus was waiting for me. My balls felt heavy and I wanted to drop...
Part true, part fantasy--all erotic. Fun to have lived through, fun to have composed--lots of fun to read! T’was the summer of 1963! Now, that is a long time ago—long before most of you were even born. Things were different then. Sex was around—yes even back then—but it was a lot different. The sexual revolution hadn’t hit the streets yet. People were...
Straw and Kabul They fell into an easy rhythm in the thatched cottage. Food appeared at the door each morning. Prize carried water and cleaned the well furnished rooms. He fed and watered the mare in the small stable though the odor of damp straw riddled him with fear. He knelt at Gordy's side as he read or worked at his desk. They moved to the bedroom up...
Chapter One Life without Luke The most wonderful day of my life occurred in August of my second year at Buckingham College, in the University of Camford. It was the day that my boyfriend Luke agreed to become my life partner. I had fallen in love with him the minute I first met him almost two years before, when we were freshmen sharing a room in college. H...
Nearly thirty years ago, when I was 23, I worked for an Engineering Company in the English midlands. As I had a degree I was taken on as a management trainee, though I still had to get my hands dirty, and not long after I started the boss called me into his office and said he had been persuaded by a social agency to take on as a new employee a young man who...
It's a late Friday night and I'm feeling it bad, making the rounds with my pool cue, lookin' for a game and some possible action. The local place, Lefty's is about half full but not too jumping. No one at the table. Well, hell If you ain't got no one to play with, you might as well play with yourself. I move to the table and rack for a solitary game of 8-ba...