This is a new series that I have decided to work on and deliver to you guys. It's always nice to share my work with you guys and I know that I am developing my writing skills into something more incredible. I would love to thank all those who read and loved my former serial "Forever yours." I hope you'll also start this new journey with me and end it with me...
Jim was in the Bachelor of Fine Arts program. Their painting studios were on the 3rd floor of the Arts Building, across the hall from the graphic design classroom and photo studio. In between were the men's and women's bathrooms. I knew him, seen him around the campus and other places as we traveled in the same social group. I had no idea he would introduce...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
THE HEADBOY'S FAG - 1 THE FAG'S FIRST DAY AT OLLERTON COLLEGE A Homoerotic Story This is a short story concerning the the Head Boy's fag at an English public school called Ollerton College, located in a small county in the south west of England. The time is the early twentieth century, before the Great War, which changed so many things in England. But at...
In the vocabulary of Masters and Slaves, presentation refers to the daily ritual followed by a slave when he greets his Master and presents himself for inspection. For my first presentation to my Asian Master, I was anxious and fearful even though my instructions were clear and easily followed. "Shower and empty your colon. Dress in white briefs, button down...
The week after Thanksgiving was new pledge selection time for AOK. Since Kyle was not on the selection committee, we got to spend a lot of time together. I knew I was a nominated because of what Troy had told me the previous semester. I still didn't really care if I got in or not. Even learning that it was basically a club for bisexual guys didn't add to the...
Kochei, born Kochyeva Ilyavich Moskva let the sens rush over his skin. Yeah, he was a battle servant, a very good one, five assassinations to his name, and countless kills over that. In this place, though, he let the gold reflectors in his eyes shine and smiled down at the little human grinding against his crotch. "You want?" He grabbed her jaw in his inhum...
With apologies to the late, great Ursula K. LeGuin. The following story is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual situations and explicit and crude language. It is not intended for children. The situations it describes may be unsafe in real life - use good judgement and play safe, sane and consensual. Feedback is very welcome! Email...
An hour or so later I departed from my house and went over to Casey's. I couldn't believe how easy it was to get him to succumb to my will. I figured I could have a lot fun with him going forward. I hadn't had a good boy to please me in years. Usually it takes a couple days to break in a boy to the idea of being my slut, but Casey must be tired of jerking...
Andy walked into his room after his date with his girlfriend, pissed that she still wouldn’t put out after three months. He lived in his frat house and had a roommate named mark. He and mark Looked so much alike that they could have been brothers--they were as close as brothers--same height, same build, the only difference was that mark was a lot more hung t...