Jake flipped nervously through the magazine left on the nightstand. It was all in German, and he could not understand squat. He sighed and buried his head in the crook of his elbows. Then he stretched, enjoying the fluffiness of the sheets. "Nice view," he heard Klaus calling from behind and straightened up immediately. "Who's childish now?" he went for a...
"What is this shit?" Bernie Wasserman grabbed up tabloids in both fists and threw them across his desk at his client, who sat slouched and defiant in a club chair on the other side of the big mahogany desk. "Those stories are exaggerated. I didn't know she was a man." "Good god, Danny," Wasserman continued to bluster. "You are playing parts of a sixteen-ye...
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...
When you grow up in a small town, you go to school with a very diverse population of students. There were 74 people in my graduating class and it was a big class compared to some years. You had the kids from wealthy families, kids from farming families, kids from poor families. And, of course, birds of a feather flocked together in their little cliques. Well...
Disclaimer: On account of a few disturbing e-mails, I would like to make the following statement: The author writing under the name "Reiner Bent" does not, in any way whatsoever, support any form of non-consensual sex between adults. Needless to say that I'm abhorred by any form of rape, child abuse, incest and the like. My stories are a mixture of real life...
The shitty apartment that I had lived in during the previous eight months had finally taken its toll on me. As much as I hated looking for new housing, I knew I had to get out of my cramped, musty apartment. I knew I wouldn't find a place to live for as cheap as what I was paying, but I also I knew I could cut back on my budget to afford a nicer room farther...
Saturday, March 14 2:15PM CDT Little Rock, AR Drew Weeks Four of us from my team were going to nationals. Three of us had spent nearly all of our spare time together since the trip back from Birmingham on the bus. Four of us had been ridden hard in the daily practices we've had since regionals. Three of us had difficulty finding places to be alone togeth...
The best Masters and Sir's are strict "disciplinarians" who have numerous techniques and methods to teach their "slave / boy" every aspect of his "place and mission". These dominant men know the stricter and more consistent they are with the discipline of their slave / boy is - the better the result will be! My "Sir" is a truly talented man and has tremendou...
PATRICK INGRAM-LEWIS - OLIVER'S FATHER A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land FOREWORD Subsequent to publishing the first story in the chronicles of the Ingram-Lewis family, the present Headmaster of Rigby School, having read the first account, kindly gave me access to documents from the school archives which throw a somewhat different light on the scho...
Coming home from seeing a movie at Clifton Commons about 9:20 pm one evening I ran a red light. I saw a police SUV with its lights on pull out of a parking lot following me. I pulled over. The officer got out of his vehicle and walked up to my window and tapped on it. I put the window down. The officer was hot looking like the Polish actor Patryk Czernieje...