My name is Noah I'm a Senior and I'm currently attending Parker University and have been since the beginning of my College career. This school is filled with the most raggedy bummed kids you'd ever encounter on the streets, and the most prominent rich white kids in the whole county. I'm talking scarfs with polos, perfectly ironed khakis, dress shoes perfectl...
[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
Griffin's POV High school wasn't a horrible experience for me. I was lucky. I was able to fit in at my private high school by using my smarts and sense of humor to hide my true self. I made friends with everyone...the jocks, the stoners, the nerds...everyone loved me. I was a true chameleon. No one knew the true me. I wanted to go to college and was accept...
Author's Note: Okay, I'm skipping my normal disclaimers this time because I wanted make a couple of points before the story. First, all of you are so awesome. I received 11 public reviews and several feedback e-mails from you. That's way more than I received from my earlier chapters. Also, 80 of you voted on my last chapter. That's over double the number th...
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...
BRENDAN I was pissed no doubt about it. "I still don't know why I have to waste a perfectly good Friday night helping at a soup kitchen" I bragged. "You know I hate it as much as you do." ensured my dad. I sighed annoyingly at my dad, of course he would say that, mom has him by the gonads. I began to feel self-conscious right when my dad drove his ne...
A Homoerotic Story By Jason Land FOREWORD This story covers a two year period in the life of one, Dr. Andrew Waterlow, a brilliant Oxford classist who turns to school teaching as a profession, but who who is finally appointed, aged only thirty, to a research professorship at the University of Oxford. Depending on context, he is variously referred to in t...
Chapter 1: Meeting ~*~Side A~*~ Alright. Morning. The sun is nice outside and I'm already dressed up 20 minutes before I need to leave my house to go to school. I picked a clean blue v-neck shirt with my varsity jacket over it, pairing it with dark blue straight cut jeans and my favorite sneakers. Simple, but not bad. So I slung my bag over my shoulder a...
I almost had to laugh at the incongruity of it. Hardy had patiently waited for me to neatly fold my clothes and had even brushed the dust off a stack of mats in the exercise room behind the Porterville High School gym before he'd wrestled me to a mat and incapacitated me while he got his dick inside me. It was all so unnecessary, him having me belly over a m...
High School: Confusion *1* All throughout high school, I was the kid that always couldn't wait to get the fuck out of here. Westbrook high school was a nightmare, in my mind. It was filled with rude guys, bitchy girls, and teachers that didn't seem to understand for a second what it felt like to be a teenager. It sucks. Being a gay teenager is probably ha...