He was laid to rest in the crowded little graveyard adjacent to the small Anglican church on the fringes of the Kyrenia Harbor in Cyprus. My mother had shown no interest in interring him in the States—or even in attending the burial ceremonial in Cyprus. But I thought that, in any event, this was a fitting place for him to be buried. This was where he belong...
Ah, finally the week was over. Jimmy had some idea of keeping this special. Friday evening, he thought he'd go round to his flat and spend the weekend there. What could go wrong? He just didn't want to spend the weekend in his boarding school. He was an adventurous sort. A boy, eighteen. And truly adventurous. He didn't like the way everyone thought of him...
"Excuse me, Mrs Green," said Roger, a postgraduate researcher at the local university who was renting a room with us, "but is your husband gay?" "Who, Michael? No, certainly not! Whatever gave you that idea?" "I'm sorry for asking, Mrs Green. It's just the way he looks at me. I'm bisexual myself, so I don't mind, and I sort of wondered what sort of marriag...
Dear devoted and extremely valued readers, This story does have erotica, though admittedly not as much as was probably wished for in this specific chapter. This chapter is primarily for background on the characters, and all things erotic will hopefully transcend in chapter three, which is currently underway. I do apologize for any confusion or distaste I ma...
The cab came to a stop outside Corbey's building. "You should wear some shoes asshole!" the gruff taxi driver extolled teary eyed Simon, as the fem boy gathered his two bags from the back seat of the cab. "Oh please!" is all he could mutter as he stumbled barefoot up the steps to Corbey's place and impatiently, urgently banged on his door. Corbey opened the...
When I was young, I had a different attitude. I wanted it all, and I had it all, but it was like a right then, a god-given right, and I found it easily. I never quite lost it, and now I have it all again, but no, not like I did back then. Not like the days when I was young and I first found my escape on the island, in the Bellapais villa. Ahh, the days of...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
This story is essentially a true story. You may want to read Part 1 first for background. * The drive home was a blur, I don't remember any of it but mercifully it was only 15 minutes or so. I say mercifully because my throbbing hard on was unrelenting. The image of Jim's enormous cock, it's overwhelming girth in my mouth had me achingly erect the entire d...
I want to thank you all again for the wonderful comments I've received on the previous chapters. I'm pretty sure there will be only one more chapter after this one. Please keep up with the comments, and anything negative, please keep constructive! ~~~~~~~ Every day since his dinner with Pen, Ryan checked the logs as soon as he got to the office, to see if...
[Book I: David's First Year at College should be read first. This is "highbrow" porn with much culture, science, music and religion in its subject matter]. Chapter 16 David When term began I was immediately plunged into a hectic existence. Although there were no university examinations in the second year, there was a vastly increased amount of laboratory w...