Prison. Actually study hall, but when it's May, its warm outside, you're in your senior year of high school, four days past your eighteenth birthday and stuck in the stuck in the second study hall of the day, its prison. I was doodling a picture of the study hall teacher Miss Heckle, she was the nicest part of study hall. I was shading the gentle curve of...
You could tell how well Pastor Len thought his sermon went that day by how high he bounced on his feet during the benediction. If he thought it didn't go over well, he would only sort of pop up a tiny bit or rock on his heels. If he thought it was enjoyable, then he would hop up on the balls of his feet, hands outstretched and smile unrestrained, as he spoke...
*Sorry for the delay. Thank you for your comments. I appreciate all of the feedback.* Chapter 14: Indelible I took my seat in the swivel chair that was bolted to the desk. I was taking my penultimate exam and pressed my palms into my eyes and rubbed gently, trying to relieve some tension. Stacks of answer sheets were being circulated and I grabbed one bef...
It was September, 1972 and I was beginning my sophomore year in college. Academically I was in excellent standing and decided I could handle a few more challenging courses especially when it came to elective subjects. So, I enrolled in a Modern European History class. The class was rather small and after the first session I understood why. The professor app...
THE HEADBOY'S FAG - CHAPTER 2 THE FAG'S PROGRESS AT OLLERTON COLLEGE A Homoerotic Story In the first episode of this story, our hero, the Honourable Timothy Edward Clive Lattymer-Smith, the second son of the fourth Lord Lattymer of Adel-cum-Eccup in the County of York, had found himself selected by the Head Boy, Sebastian Jeremy Mottram, of Ollerton Schoo...
I had just arrived at my new college, unfortunately three days after everyone else, having been delayed because of an unexpected family bereavement of an uncle. I reported to the accommodation office and was given directions to the dormitory as well as swipe card for access. I parked my car in the dormitory carpark and made my way to my room with one of my b...
Mathew: Football practise had been gruelling. Coach had kept us back in the foul, grizzly weather because he didn't think we were up to scratch for the big game next week. At this stage however if we weren't ready, we probably would never be and exhausting ourselves in the freezing, wet and muddy conditions would only create sick and discouraged team membe...
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...
Mitch was a lot older than the rest of us in the college program. He was an ex-Marine. Back from a second tour in Iraq, catching up with his life. He would be a natural leader among the students even if his playing skills didn't shine brightly above the rest of ours in all of the intermural sports we played to let off steam. Even in choosing sides and gettin...
PATRICK – THE GREAT DISCIPLINARIAN A Homoerotic Story by Jason Land CHAPTER 1 When we last left Patrick Ingram-Lewis, it was just before the Christmas holidays in 1901 and he and his closest friend, Roderick Pennington, were to spend the holidays together at Ingram House in Northumberland. Roderick's parents had gone off on a safari to Africa and he wou...