CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION Wesley Bower looked around the campus, more than a little nervous. He was seeing his college campus for the first time since his visit, and now he was having second thoughts. Why did I pick a school so far from everyone I've ever known? he wondered, feeling disconsolate and alone. Well, no use having second thoughts, he decided, str...
This is an entry in the Winter Holiday Contest, and is a story of the further adventures of Lester Logan, a student at State University and the self-styled dormitory slut. For further details on his carnal adventures, see previous stories. * It was the evening of December 21, the beginning of Winter Break, which almost everybody calls Christmas Break, and...
Dr. Randy Wolfe, PhD, stared with purpose into the bathroom mirror as he applied the last bit of near fluorescent, ruby red lipstick to his mouth. Setting it aside, he used a piece of toilet paper as a blotter to dab away any excess, then stepped back to admire his handiwork. Suddenly his deep voice began to reverberate off the walls and ceiling of the small...
My name's Rudy. Rudolpho actually. Rudolpho Anthony Teagan. What in the fuck were my parents taking? After all, our lineage stretches back to the Irish; and really? Rudolpho? I'm at a total loss on that one. But that's not the story you want to hear. Let's begin. I ended up living in Los Angeles due to my indulgence in a lustful undertaking. A good budd...
A story about Paul Brady, a 62 year old newly retired teacher, and Carson Taylor, a young lad who was his neighbor. ... I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushi...
I'm now considered a Senior Citizen, having reached my 65th birthday last September. I now draw Social Security, but that is not quite enough to live on, so I supplement my SS with a part time job, delivering drugs for a local pharmacy. As a rule I work from about 3 PM to 9 PM about 4 days a week, which usually nets me about $180 a week after taxes. It was...
It was easy to keep myself busy at work – too busy to have time to think about recent events. I made it all the way to five o'clock without once feeling the need to reexamine my sexuality or my relationship with my roommate but as soon as I walked into the door of the apartment, as soon as I laid eyes on that couch – the one that John had stretched back in j...
I didn't plan to write another story about my time with Stefan, but because of the comments I received, I thought I would tell a little bit more about what happened between us. This is kind of a long story, and I needed some time to reconstruct this day in my mind. This took place in the Fall of 2008, so some of the events might be a little inaccurate. I hop...
Back in 1973 I was a nineteen-year old English University student learning about bondage and discipline. I'd spent the night with Gary, an older man who'd shown me how to suck and fuck for the first time. "Hey, wakey-wakey, it's nine o'clock already and my cock can't wait any longer. Roll over so I can get the cuffs back on." I was groggy and disoriented,...
I went back over to Lana's apartment to talk to her. Luckily, Jake had left for the afternoon and we had the opportunity to talk for hours. She helped me realize that Paul was special to me because he was my first and currently the only guy that I gave my ass up to, but I didn't have any particular romantic emotions towards him. In return, I gave her some ti...