This work is copyrighted and is property of the author. If gay stories offend you or if they are illegal in your area, leave. Any resemblance to any people alive or dead, or any event is purely coincidental. Chapter 3 He had been awake for almost an hour, carefully keeping his mind blank. The only sound to be heard was the ticking of a clock like a metron...
Part 15. So...uh, yeah. That just happened...: Jason's Perspective "So, what's the deal, John?" I said to him, as he looked at me without yet saying whatever it was that he felt like he needed to reveal to me. "What do you have to be honest with me about?" After sitting in silence for another few moments, John finally spoke. "It has to do with the real rea...
Chapter nine I hear a motorbike engine, the familiar roar of my old Kawasaki, my one concession to fun. I jump up, heading downstairs, because I know that's Slater and Mikey, and I know my time with Seb is coming to an end. I greet them outside, where they stand talking to each other, and they turn to me, their faces somber. Slater hands me the keys for my...
The plane was, Conner estimated, four hours out of Frankfurt when it started its descent. He couldn't be precise on the time, because they had taken away his wristwatch. In fact, in a men's room in the Frankfurt airport, they had taken all of his clothes away. He'd also been given an intrusive cavity search in a stall, while one of them, armed with a mop buc...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. "Glenn, why do you want to do this?" Jon Evans asked. We were in his spacious office in the main administration building. After almost three decades at Steelman College, ten years of it as Provost, Jon's hair had turned silver from its original dark brown. His eyes, though, were still that color, bright and sl...
I watched Scott roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Rather, I watched his buttocks sway as he moved. He rolled the condom off as he walked and dropped it deftly in the trashcan under the sink before going over and standing in front of the toilet. He was in great shape for being just past thirty, and he was a lucky find for me. We were quite a contrast—...
*Hi, one and all. I honestly don't know how this story happened. I got an idea and it poisoned me until I got it out. This story is by far the longest story I've written in so short of a time. The time between when I got the idea and when I posted it was only three days when I worked like a maniac. Rest assured, the end chapters to both Tenderness and T...
When I first got out of prison, twilight was my favorite time of day. Sitting in that little nook behind Ty's house at sunset was like heaven on Earth. The way the sun painted the sky with streaks of pinks and oranges before it disappeared behind the horizon, I thought my life couldn't get much better than that moment. That was until I started waking up next...
Summary: Straight football bully blackmailed and bent over. Thanks to: Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor_p, and Wayne for editing. Bully Stories: Faggot Fucks Me... This faggot deserved all the public humiliation he endured at our hands. I mean the guy dressed constantly in pink, his wrist was so bent he wouldn't be able to catch a basketball if his life dep...
This is a continuing story, and should probably be read with the other chapters... ***** A couple of weeks later we finish our project and it's rolled out to great fanfare and even greater success. I'm happy about the large bonus check, but even happier about the three days off I'm given before we start the next project. That's one of the great perks about...