The clock seemed to take forever to make a move and hit the bell. Finally, after long 45 minutes of torture of Mr. Thompson's lecture I was able to live again. He was my math teacher since I was in 7th grade (now I'm a senior). And his classes weren't funny like Mr. Robins, my biology teacher. To tell the truth, I never paid any attention to any of the biolo...
Luckily the car accident hadn't been worse. I'd banged up my knee a lot, broken several ribs and was a bit bruised elsewhere. Each morning, prior to heading off to work, my wife would make sure I was prepped for the week of bed rest recommended by my doctor. My water bottle was filled, pain medications positioned nearby, and reading materials and the TV remo...
Bob and I had worked together for a number of years. Between the work assignments, meetings, road trips, and the company sponsored social events, we became good friends. We had a number of things, other than work, in common. We both liked to barbecue. I’d had Bob and Bea, his wife, over numerous times for cookouts and I’d spent many afternoons at their home....
Note: This is part 2 of 4. Any similarities to real people or events are unintentional and coincidental. * * * * * * I spent the weekend hiding in my bed. I couldn't face leaving the house in case I was recognised, and I didn't want to see any more newspapers. I still couldn't believe that Ben had thought we could get back together after he hit me, or that...
Ray was good to his word. Two months after the October afternoon where we'd had Italian and talked about the future, he'd bought two tickets to Adelaide, had reserved a vehicle rental and looked into purchasing camping gear. "Sixteen and a half hours to get to Uluru?" He'd started to use the indigenous name for the place after the first 'suggestion'. Our si...
The five months between the groundbreaking blow job from Derek in the first hours of the new year; and being decked-out in the regalia of Pope-like burgundy robes and funny hats, for our high school graduation the second day of June; had been a completely mixed bag. I don't think even Planters has as big a variety in their largest 'assorted nuts' cans, as th...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. DUSTY "Please... sir." Two little words, but just saying them is like leaping off of a cliff into the unknown. No parachute, no idea if anything will slow...
The inspiration for this story was my cyber buddy Glen. Thank you Glen. I wasn't sure where to go next. Home, though there was no-one there, or somewhere else. I was looking about the Motor Show idly, seeing the busy crowd and wondering if I would go to see the Mercedes display. I had to find Gina a present for her twenty-first birthday. But then I saw the...
"Oh fuck," I moaned. I opened my eyes seeing Thomas on top of me wearing only a pair of trunks. I'd love to wake up to that sight every time if I could. His lips were on my abs, slowly kissing each one. His tongue dragged between each muscle lightly teasing me. My cock was hard, back in my jock. Thomas must have put it on me when I was asleep. I wish I h...
Several days had passed by since Dale used his genie to fulfill his sexual wishes. He had been applying almost all of his wishes towards his school work. It was easier for him to put off the work until sunset at which his genie would appear and he could simply wish for all of it to be completed. Dale had all the free time he wanted and had no stress to speak...