This story is set in India, and I've tried to incorporate Indian style of writing, which involves rich imagery. If it hasn't worked out well, it's the shortcomings of my writing, rather than the style itself. It's almost a true story, and hope you enjoy it. Rate and comment. ******************** The rhythmic rumble of thunder rolls into my dorm room bring...
I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it...
Thanks TH and S. Always good friends, critics and supporters. Also, thank you Desertmac for the wonderful and inspiring "Tutoring Jerry." ** Monday September 8th 1988 10:21pm Paradise City. The new guy started football practice today. Even though the season's already started Coach brought him in as starting quarterback. Travis Boyd. From California and l...
I was still fuming as I walked up the long driveway leading to my house on the bend of North Park Road. My fists were clenched and I was grinding my teeth, a bad habit of mine. I just could not stop picturing Jerry and Laser making out in the woods across the street. They'd been feeling each other up all over, kissing and hugging, two of my teammates on the...
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 I'm at the lake and waiting for him. Jesse. It's early September so it's still plenty warm out, but my heartbeat is going at a pretty good clip and I'...
"That's the last of the equipment inventoried, Bobby. You know why I stayed back with you this evening to help you do this, don't you?" "Yes, coach," Bobby, the manager of the university football team, said. He was trembling a bit and licking his lips. "OK, then. Hit the showers." "Yes, Coach." "Come here first." "Yes, Coach." Ed Tolivar, the football...
Throughout his life, Michael Baker has always been middle of the road. The best way to describe him was average. His life has always been average. He's lived in an average home, in an average neighborhood and in an average town. He's have had the same grades, social life and even experiences that is nothing short of average. There is nothing really spect...
I'm a nerd. I wouldn't call myself one, because honestly, I'm not that smart, but since I've enrolled at Midwest Southeastern College, nerd is what everyone seems to call me. I suppose I was the most academically gifted person at the college but that wasn't an achievement. No one outside of the town had heard of the place. The reason I enrolled was because...
I almost had to laugh at the incongruity of it. Hardy had patiently waited for me to neatly fold my clothes and had even brushed the dust off a stack of mats in the exercise room behind the Porterville High School gym before he'd wrestled me to a mat and incapacitated me while he got his dick inside me. It was all so unnecessary, him having me belly over a m...
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real; please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". ***** A career change nine years ago has me driving all over North America o...