With the few customers taken care of, I picked up a rag and proceeded to wipe down the empty tables. I stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of the book store's coffee shop and wiped off the outside tables. Someone had left a newspaper on one of the tables. As I picked it up, the small headline at the bottom of the first page caught my eye: Local Reverend I...
I first met Sergeant Bernard West, later called Bernie, and Corporal Tony Meredith when I joined the regiment as a Second Lieutenant. My name is Bryan Shorthose, and because of my surname, I was known in the cadet school as well as the officers mess, as Sox. I was also called by that name whilst I was at school, that being Harrow before I went on to the univ...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
HOW THE RIVER FEELS One -- A Concert to Remember Jack sat in the dim light, reading his program for the symphony concert, the first of the season. It was the first time he had been to a concert since -- how long? -- since before he and Karen had married. No, they went once or twice in their first year of marriage. Then, job, childbirth, moves, finances, al...
A homoerotic story written by Jason Land PROLOGUE This is a sequel to my first story, which is entitled 'Sebastian -The Male Escort', which gave an account of my education at a private school in Sheldon, New York and how, on leaving school I moved to New York city and through a variety of circumstance, found myself acting as a paid Male Escort, which turn...
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...
DISCLAIMER All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on...... CHAPTER 1 It's funny how life can throw a spanner in the wo...
The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as...
Foreword My regular readers will all be well aware of the fact that my stories tend to be rather long, This, my latest offering is no exception and runs in total to some 43,000 + words. Set in the near future in post Brexit Britain, it explores how four different establishments react and adapt themselves to the latest law, which once again allows corporal p...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...