Author's Note – Seems that every time I have a pain in the ass chapter, the next one just flows out with no problem whatsoever. Watch, chapter 18 will take fucking forever and I'll spend my entire winter break fretting over it. Okay, I may have had a bit more fun than I intended with Indie's non-admirer's offerings. A lot of Google searching and stuff. I w...
I owe massive thanks to Melanie for her input on this one. And thanks as ever to my editor, goddess9991. She seems to be doing a good job fooling some of you into thinking I can actually write. *** I was chilling in my room at the barracks, all caught up on my classwork and passing the evening with a book, when Nicolas and Jon called. The call was more tha...
BOOK IV. David's Last Undergraduate Year [Books I to III should be read first] Chapter 48 Jon When I investigated my pet topic of drystone walling, I found that organisations already existed to promote repair and training in drystone walling, so that a trust along the lines of the Afforestation Trust was not necessary. What was necessary however, was a tr...
[Earlier chapters should be read first] [In one respect all my stories are unreal: they lack the element of violence that creeps into many events involving man-man sexual relationships. Although this is a shortcoming which I acknowledge, I make no apology for writing soft and romantic (as well as highbrow) stories that make the reader, as well as myself, fe...
Chapter Twelve: Sandro and the blond stranger The following week, Sandro turned up at the Fitness Centre at 3 pm, and sure enough the handsome blond was there to meet him. In the changing room, which at that moment was unoccupied, they undressed side-by-side. As he pulled his jeans down, Sandro could feel his tool stiffening. The stranger noticed the bulge...
© Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Lights came on automatically as they came to the end of the tunnel, illuminating a small parking area and an elevator. Guy's motorcycle was parked to one side as was an early 1960's black Cadillac that appeared to be in perfect condit...
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Jon woke up in the late morning, finding the bed empty. He thought his head would hurt worse from all the liquor, but it wasn't bad. Maybe gay sex is a hangover cure, he laughed to himself. His ass was sore, but more of a numb ache than the sharp pain of last night. Jon heard the water run in the bathroom, and Chris came out, still naked from the night bef...
Steve looked at his watch as he sat at the table in the coffee house sipping a cup of coffee. It was Friday afternoon, the weather was cold, windy and a slow cold drizzle was coming down. It seemed to symbolize the way his week had gone. First his girlfriend of two years had decided to break off their relationship because she wanted to see other guys. He fou...
In the dark, Jon could just make out Dan's white form. He lay on his side, not trying to disguise the shape of his still erect penis touching his stomach. At this, Jon's also began to rise again. He was letting him in...letting him do what he'd always wanted. And this time – Jon decided – this was an invitation he was not going to refuse... Drawing in a dee...