So, I have no way of knowing whether this really happened; it didn't happen to me and if it did happen, it was in 1911 or so. I've been going through some old letters my great-great(-great?) uncle received between 1908, when he left Oxford, and his death in 1919 (dude survived WW1 and died when he fell downstairs drunk.) Anyway. This is from one of those let...
I couldn't even thin that anything he was doing to me was less than evil. But Fraser was a determined guy and was set on getting that he wanted. Damn the feelings of anyone else. "I shall have you arse by the time the day is through" he yelled with a very rude gesticulation. It was if he had some sort of hold on me that I could not resist. He was an extrem...
Sitting in the quiet of the cubicle my heart beating quite quickly as I listened for the noise of approaching footsteps on the tiled floor. The smell of the place was intoxicating. I breathed it in savouring the different scents and the dankness of the old building. I was sat in the end stall of a cottage on the green a triangle of grass which adjoined a cri...
School was exceedingly dull the following week. I struggled to get through math and English on Monday more than you could possibly know. Tuesday was much the same, with engineering, geography and chemistry slamming me over the head. By the time Wednesday came around, I seriously considered not even going to school. What was the point anyway? I had been eight...
"Edwin Thomas," the ambassador said. "Minister of Agriculture, Fisheries and Health." The man he was introducing was a tall, gunmetal-skinned man in his early 50s. He was making the introduction because I had recently arrived in this former British colony in the Caribbean and I was a fairly well-known retired farmer and local politician from the UK. I had ac...
Dedicated to my great proof-reader with thanks. * The sound reverberated through his mind, the cold sweat breaking out almost immediately and Gray cried out involuntarily as he shot up in his bed. "Oh, God." He ran his hands through his dirty blond hair, his breath coming in gasps as he tried, unsuccessfully, to get himself back under control. It didn't...
Driving across London might not be the longest journey in the world, but it's a slow one. I had been in this little Toyota for half an hour and we were still a long way from home. The driver was Asian, a short, stocky guy wearing a white shirt and khaki shorts, which I thought was unusual, even in the height of summer. He looked quite smart, but not like a c...
Chris wanted out of the Nevada desert. The dust piping his sinuses heightened anxiety. His old 99' Buick rolled its last leg—just making it to Rick's Auto on the intersection of nothing. There was an attached gas station that had not spilled gas in a decade. He pulled up near an open garage with breaks squealing. He rubbed and flipped open his worn leather w...
Elwood Gunn was a pastor, the semi-trained, semi-legitimate, semi-genuine leader of a small religious community that met in what had once been a cinema on the Caribbean island of St Timothy. I had recently arrived and, looking to make some friends, had gone along on Sunday mornings. There was always this awkward moment when old Elwood or one of his crew aske...
Hey everyone, this is my first go at writing. I hope you enjoy the story, I certainly enjoyed writing it, and any feedback is greatly appreciated. .............................................. I'm Sam, a 20 year old gay currently at university. I always knew I was gay, attracted to men since forever, fascinated by their bodies and cocks. I was always horn...