"My name is Reinhart von Richter—Captain Reinhart von Richter to you scum—and you are under my command now." Scum indeed, Johann thought, as he stood in formation, hardly able to stand without wobbling, as he'd just come off the ship from the three-week crossing of the Atlantic. He was sure that he and all of his mates—those who had survived the voyage—look...
Later that afternoon I got my first glimpse of my possible ticket out of this "team punch" hell. I went to class and the professor, who was also my faculty adviser, asked me to come see her in her office after her next class. When I appeared there, she wasn't alone. A young student was sitting and chatting with her. I took to him immediately. He was perhaps...
Despite Lee's warnings—or perhaps because of them—Marshall spent the entire day breaking in his new boots in preparation for the trip to Partners. As added protection, he placed a band-aid on each heel. Better safe than sorry. They surely were beautiful boots. He admired them in his and Lee's full-length bedroom mirror, twisting and turning to catch the whol...
"Open up. Come on bro. Please?" Izzy had been banging on her brother's door for over an hour and she wasn't letting up. She knew he was inside and wasn't taking no for an answer. The last twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind of drama and disaster and she knew that Ian would only listen to her. "If you won't open up I'm going to scream what I need to tell...
"Hey, Leon," My manager, Brian, called over the bar, "the guy at table seven has been eye fucking you all night. Tell him to pay up or get out." I glared at him. He knew my shift was just about over. But Brian just flashed his killer smile and winked me away, going back to serving whiskey to an older gentleman. With a sigh, I started walking toward table...
The story starts out, one late afternoon, of course. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and I was planning to play a game of pool with my friend James. James is a good friend of mine, I have known him since he was 13 years old. James was smaller then I, height wise that is. When I was about 17 I always imagined what he was packing in-between his l...
I've always wondered whether I was bi or gay - I mean I knew I always got hard in the locker rooms looking at all of the beautiful cocks, but who doesn't? Luckily since I was the captain of the football team, 6'1" and ripped, no one really messed with me - that is, until I met Jeremy. Jeremy was one of those really quiet guys that you never even notice. Des...
We arranged to meet during a late afternoon in the same Premier Inn. Strangely Kath looked more confident. It was Paul who looked nervous, his head bowed slightly with eyes cast downward. I wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. I explained that they were travelling into unknown territory. I aimed my next comments to Paul, explaining that Kath had asked...
"God that was a long class. I can't believe we've got another one in ten minutes." Ryan looked at Nate with a soft smile. He didn't learn anything in class he just kept looking at Nate and thinking of all the things he still desired to do with him. "I know you're still confused Nate, but let's go to the bathroom, you know, same stall and make out for a few m...
I was perhaps nineteen when my adventure with Louis happened. The year was 2004. It was the year George Bush defeated Jon Kerry, the good guy among the Democrats, and took the White House. It was the year I lost faith in the system, and found myself becoming a misanthrope after seeing so much lying, cheating and backstabbing, both among normal people and tho...