PART 6 - PATRICK'S FINAL TERM AT RIGBY ***** CHAPTER 1 Patrick Ingram-Lewis, the Head Boy had just returned to Rigby School after the Easter holidays. It was the last time he would be returning to the school at which he had been a pupil since the age of thirteen. At the end of this, his final term, he would be leaving the place for ever to start the next...
Joshua was jogging down a dirt road, pretty far from his cottage when he saw rain clouds roll in. Seeing the big black clouds he decided to turn around and jog back to his cottage. But before long the clouds swept the sky and rain started falling heavily. The air was already cold today, and the rain just made it worse. Joshua ran through the rain for a minut...
for thegreatmuppetcaper, sweaty_briefs, Sneu, & mt1rosie When I retired from the Army, I was taken care of--medical care, a little income--but I would have to get a civilian job. After 20 years in Special Forces, I was ready to lay down my sword. I'd been in firefights, wounded a couple of times, chased through jungles, attacked in the desert. I was ready t...
Jeff stared at the workstation with curiosity, his heart beating rapidly with each new erotic discovery. He was traveling down a road that needed traveling; taking a trip long overdue. For years, he lived to convey the image into which so many had boxed him. A great husband, perfect Dad, loyal friend, competent co-worker. Totally masculine, adorable at 40,...
So there I was 20 years old, barley a hundred dollars in my bank account and alone. I was just dumped by the girl of my dreams. I honestly thought I would never be happy again, but then a certain even came around that changed my life. The one friend that was there for me through my heartbreak was Chris Jacob Smith, but we all called him CJ. CJ was a year o...
This is an erotic story about male gay sex. It focuses on the development of a relationship and doesn't get to the sex right away. But - it does get there. 1. The people of the town knew just about everyone around and had known their fellow citizens for their whole lives. So the presence of two new men from the city brightened everyone's lives. And the fa...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
Here's my story, it's sad but true. About a guy, that I once knew. He took my love, then... hey, you know the rest. Yes, I was the small-town slut, always up for mischief. The sure-thing. A scrawny kid with acne. No-one's dream date, that's for sure. But I know the rules, and I'm cool with it. Yet I can still taste the sense of shame and betrayal I felt over...
"Artistic-style gay male, 43, new to town, seeks local older male to introduce him to the holidays here. Companionship, local concerts, plays, restaurants, university sports. Holiday cheer and travel later if found compatible. Nonsmoker please." I had never advertised like this in a paper before, but Gill, an older, sometimes boyfriend of mine in Washington...
My best gal pal invited me to the party at a house across town were her friends lived. They had a projector and had turned their living room into a mini theatre. Mostly I went because Charlotte and I hadn't chatted for ages and since I was only in town for a few days it was the best chance we had to catch up. We arrived together in a cab and as we were walk...