~This is my first attempt at a story. Let me know what your think. I'm afraid it's a bit short.~ * Matt would never forget the day he met Andy. He had just moved to Massachusetts and it was his first day at his new school. He had been in the bathroom gelling his short black hair. Andy was average height, about 5' 8". He had a medium build from playing bas...
I groaned as I walked into my American History classroom. This wasn't the normal groan I gave every day I walked into American History class my senior year in High School, oh no, this was a much more scornful groan. Why? Because unlike every other day I wasn't walking into my classroom during school, instead after school was out, and everyone was going home....
That crazy, wild party came to be known between Henry and I as "The Night at Pine Drive" -- named for the street where it all went down. To me, personally, it was "that party with Alex" forever, two experiences I'm not sure I would ever be able to separate in my brain. Alex was that party, that party was Alex -- they were one in the same in my brain. Stumbl...
Two days later, the best friends were back at their respective colleges. Tony and Max stayed in touch, as always, but no mention was made of their Thanksgiving break activities. Tony did wonder, however, if Max had continued on with his roommate. And he didn't have the nerve to ask. Max was on his mind, though, and all of Tony's masturbation activity was fue...
Adrian chewed on his pen, deep in thought. He liked history, he guessed, but he hated memorizing all the dates. Wars and kings and queens and politicians and inventions and art. It felt like memorizing the entire periodic table of the elements. You did not have to do that in science, which had contrived to have theories that you learned and understood and no...
It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects. So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor app...
I walked into my Civil War history class on the first day of the fall semester. I enrolled in this class as a crip credit. My Dad was a Civil War buff and I spent my entire life hearing about the various battles, participants, what should have been done, stupid mistakes that were made, and endless trivia. Countless weekends were spent going to Civil War batt...
Although I'm way back in the closet, I like hairy, masculine men. And my brother-in-law is fits my type to a "T": tall, early 30's, good looking, olive complexion, clean-shaven but with a dark heavy beard, black short hair with a slightly receding hairline, sexy brown twinkling eyes, an infectious laugh and a furry chest that makes my dick woody just think...
It wasn't for the money, nor for the lots of free time most people seem to think it gives you, but I love being a teacher. Already as a teen I couldn't think of anything else I'd want to do with my life, and that's still very much the case. This lead to being a history teacher in a small town high school. After a few years of awkwardness and clumsy teaching,...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may in...