"Jon, can you please join us here?" I looked up at the professor standing in the front of class. On any other day it would be impossible for me to take my eyes off of him but today was different. He had just handed us our tests back; mine with a big F on the top of it. "Sorry, professor," I mumbled. He turned and finished up the equation on the board. Profe...
Dear Reader: This story will stand alone, but if you want to see how Bobby's uncle Charlie taught him what he needed to know about fags, you should read "Still in the Closet – Well Almost" and "Still in the Closet – Part 2." It was nothing like I had expected. I was working my ass off on the practice field. I was not going to suit up for at least two years....
I'd only been in graduate school a week and already I'd let my logic professor smother me with logic enough to get in my pants. (See the previously posted "Logic One Oh Ouch.") I was trudged back to the dorm from that penetrating experience, feeling very down and very sore, hoping that no one would ever learn about my humiliation; angry at the professor, not...
It was late at night and I was walking the streets down near the docks. Because that's where they hang out. Down near the docks. Yeah. They were here all right. All around me. I could practically smell them. The smell of 'gay.' There was one standing in a doorway. There was one on the corner, looking across the avenue at the dark river. They were all so ca...
[Author's note: this is the first part of a three-part series loosely inspired by the Literotica story Aaron, my student, written by HairyJacques.] Prologue. After it all happened, I kept my job but lost my marriage. Tom didn't come back from DC. It was over a year before he spoke to me, and even then it was only to find a time to come get some of his stuf...
I couldn't believe I put myself in this situation. Of course it was my own arrogance and stupidity, but in my 19 years I never had a problem that didn't work itself out on its own. Now here I was on the verge of losing my scholarship grant and telling my parents that I would need $25,000/year to stay in school and finish my degree. Not only would they be ang...
Thursday night, we went out to see "Mad Max", which I liked but she didn't. It was kind of cool to have her on my arm, and we encountered a few people that either knew her or knew me. Some of them raised their eyebrows like "THOSE two are together?" but seemed to accept it. Operation Beard was working. Dad bought the furniture Thursday and had it delivered...
"It's Ben Davis, right? From Professor Bolt's History class? I thought it was you." I turned at the sound of the voice behind me and was surprised to see Bill Hughes, a fellow student who I didn't think was aware of my existence. I said hello back, expecting him to walk past me, and was surprised when he slowed to my pace and began to chat. "You look like...
Mike was twenty-seven, six feet tall, one hundred and eighty pounds with dark hair, and nice looking. He was working on his Master's thesis in the area of psychology and had been given the assignment of Sexual Arousal. He was intrigued and excited about the prospect. Strictly hero, Mike could understand heterosexual arousal and even homosexual arousal but...
Chapter 12: Professor Morris's Tutoring Session Since I was so weak from the intense movie session that happened. Quinn picked me up and carried me back to my room on my bed. I would have been blown away at his action but I was too drunk tired to even notice it. After we finished the movie I got my first sample of Vodka. Quinn made me drink it, even though...