Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === While Matt Strickson's PowerPoint presentation was unremittingly dreary, the way his arse flexed and rippled in the back of his tight grey trousers every time he turned towards the whiteboard was more than enough to keep me entertained. Most people betray at least some signs of nervousness...
Sean's Perspective +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The events of the past half-hour played through Sean's mind like a dream, and as though viewing it from afar... "Well...at least I feel a lot better." Sean thought to himself as he hurriedly stuffed his deflating cock into his pants. His wife, Emily, was four months pregnant and going through bouts of hor...
What follows is the completely true story of the weekend that changed my life. This really happened to me and took place in the summer of 2008 just after graduating from high school. My name is Andrew and I was a major stoner in school. I had a lot of friends, mostly due to the fact I always had really great weed that I would get from my rich old neighbor...
CHAPTER ONE Cason looked out on the sea of dancing people. He could see several people he knew from the scene and a lot of newbies out in the crowd. Strokes wasn't really a fetish bar; it was more of a place for like-minded people to gather and hang out. Still, there was plenty of eye candy, bare skin held in harnesses, mesh shirts, and better yet, nothing...
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...
Every step Parker took away from Colton tore at his heart. The further away he got, the sicker to his stomach he felt. He kept wiping the tears away with the sleeve of his sweatshirt--Colton's sweatshirt. Once he couldn't run anymore, he slowed down to a walk. The walk home took an hour or so, which gave him time to think. Unfortunately, his mind was utterl...
[This story is set in England in the last quarter of the twentieth century, before cellphones and the Internet, before GPS and WiFi, and before our present social acceptance of homosexuality, before AIDS, before IVF, before surrogacy. A certain well-known female politician was British Prime Minister, but politics do not figure at all in this romantic, rather...
(c)Pelaam: October 2007. Prologue: The five year old boy screamed with terror as he was swept into storm-churned oceanic depths. The swiftness and severity of the squall had caught all aboard the yacht by surprise. Although he wore a life vest, water was in his eyes and mouth. He could neither see nor continue to cry for help. The salt water made him cough...
I had just turned eighteen in October of 1995. I was a junior in high school at the time and still lived with my parents. I had enough credits to graduate early but I was still extremely naïve at the time and a little immature so my parents felt that it was best for me to complete my senior year and graduate with the rest of my class rather than start colleg...
As usual, I was dressed and ready to go before Joe found his underwear. It's a constant source of amazement to me that anybody can take as long as he does to get dressed. And it's not like he primps or anything; the best way I can describe it is... he gets distracted. He'll start to brush his teeth, then suddenly remember he needs to phone somebody. He...