On the doorstep were red roses, a good dozen of them tied inside a cellophane cone with small hearts on it. Michael had thought he'd heard a knock, which was why he had opened the door. But now that he looked about, he couldn't see anything except a small white van disappearing around the corner, and he looked back at the roses. His heart skipped a few beat...
The coach and Male Logic are irresistible to shy students Practically since the day I graduated, I've worked as a PE teacher and coach at *** University, one of the oldest in the South. I've always enjoyed sports. Love coaching. And something else: I never can get enough of young meat. College coaching is the best setup--all the students are over 18 (t...
Hello All, I have been thinking of sharing my story since long but never been able to write it up. But I am finally writing it now. I am a 30 year old guy settled in California USA now. This story goes back many years when I was a young kid living in small town in Northern part of India. I used to visit my cousins place very often which was about 20 minute...
"Why Goa? And where is it?" The question had come from the second row of those few sitting in the dimly lit voluminous lecture hall at Georgetown University, the venerable Jesuit-founded stone Gothic-style campus towering over the Potomac River west of the Washington, D.C., city center. The query was posed to the tall, thin, distinguished-looking professor...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of the story "It's All about the Love of Long Hair". Please read it before starting this one. Please keep in mind that this is a very slow story and it involves my fantasies and has nothing to do with real life. Your comments are always appreciated and it helps me a lot. *** I was driven to a luxurious building by a ch...
BRENDAN I was pissed no doubt about it. "I still don't know why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night helping at a soup kitchen" I bragged. "You know I hate it as much as you do." ensured my dad. I sighed annoyingly at my dad, of course he would say that, mom has him by the gonads. I began to feel self-conscious right when my dad drove his ne...
"By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection." "That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see...
East Herkimer, New York, a town in the central part of New York State located just off the Thruway. A sleepy place that isn't much different today than it was back in 1973, when this story took place. *** It looked like every insect that was attracted to light was buzzing around the bare bulb that was supposed to illuminate the area around the door of the...
They say that some small incident in your long forgotten youth can leave an indelible imprint on your mind and create a fetish or desire that stays with you well into adulthood. I can remember, as though it was yesterday such an incident. I had been up to Carlisle Christmas shopping (with what little pocket money I had) but had somehow mislaid my friend Dav...