"Gentlemen," the commanding voice came from behind them just as they reached the door to the hallway. Turning, they looked at their professor. He motioned them back into the room. "Close the door." They did as they were told and then approached his desk. He sat behind it, his fingers steepled in front of his face as his blue eyes regarded them. No emotion c...
Tom's tutoring session was set for six o'clock Monday evening and I decided to go for a short run at four thirty. "Anyone ever tell you that you run like a girl?" Tom had pulled up beside me, in tennis shorts and a football jersey cut off midriff. He was grinning at me. "Kiss my ass, Braddock," I snorted. "I'd love to, it's all I can think about." His e...
Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
When I awoke Tom was not in bed. I wondered where he'd gone until I heard in peeing in the bathroom. I got up, put on some shorts and a tee shirt, and went to the kitchen to make us some breakfast. We were not in a rush because we were both skipping classes that day to allow Tom to recuperate from his hysteria the previous day. As I was flipping the pancake...
The light flooded the room and the covers were pulled off me, leaving me naked and exposed to the coolness of the morning. "What time is it?" I moaned. The last thing I remembered was Tom crying himself to sleep and me lying there in a state of semi-terror, dreading the morning which apparently had arrived. "Get your lazy ass out of bed," Tom teased. He...
The night has gone quite splendidly. I am up forty bucks from our weekly poker get together. There's forty bucks my wife June, will never know about. Maybe I'll even tell her I lost twenty. It's not that there's a problem, It's just nice to have some playing around money. As I gather the stinking ashtrays flowing over with cigar and cigarette buts, stick my...
Warning: this story contains scenes of violent, non-consensual sex. **** Steven could not believe that he had a fat quarterback's cock driving into his throat. A relatively skinny, splayed out like a roasted pig on a locker room bench, with a fat dick plowing into his mouth. It was juicy and veiny, everything he had imagined from the porn scenarios he had...
MARCH OF SPRING SEMESTER/Three months after the fight and make up sex. ******************************** "I'm glad you ladies agreed to come to supper at my apartment," I said. "Well, Tom says you're a good cook and I've been dying to see those puppies everyone's talking about," Anne Marie laughed. "You mean, those puppies Tom adopted for us and left me t...
Chapter 17: Memory Lane Plotting a Course By: VaRiverWriter *I am truly sorry for the extended delay. Your comments are most appreciated. Please keep the feedback coming. Thanks so much! * ***** My legs were cramped, I was tired and beyond ready to get off of the charter bus. The first few of the almost eighteen hours went quickly. The students we...
Hell makes a small-town college quarterback a Bi stud * St. Naphtali State College was under the gun. We had been district champs for years--since before I became a student--but our football record was threatened by money. Money and a legion of robots. The money was Vazcla College. With a statewide collection of Internet students, it had money. Wallowing...