MR Brown was tidying up the University gym dressing room when he found the phone, it wasn't unusual for one of his pupils to drop their phone, he pressed the button, there was no lock on it. "Careless" Mr. Brown muttered to himself. He went through the contact list briefly but it did not identify the owner, he clicked on the facebook app but there was no s...
(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...
::Thanks so much to Niqqi_6 for editing <3:: Note: story contains nonconsentual themes. * My wife woke me up that morning by wrapping me in her arms and kissing me awake. I opened my eyes to find her nose just brushing against mine. "Good morning, Mr. McPherson," she whispered to me. I smiled back at her. "Good morning, Mrs. McPherson," I said grinni...
Rhonda started her lecture for today's class, though deep in her mind, she couldn't stop her greatest craving. She spent the next forty minutes discussing mathematics with her students. They, in turn, wrote everything down on their notebooks. Two of them, however, didn't even have their pencils in their hands. And Rhonda didn't mind. She knew what they wante...
"Richard. Richard!" said Coach Smith "What?!" "You're drooling." "Oh sorry... geez that's gross... I didn't... I wasn't... I'll pay more attention to you." "I'd appreciate that." But the truth was that I wasn't drooling because I wasn't paying attention to my teacher, it's because I was paying attention to him, Coach Smith, more specifically his butt. C...
As sunlight beamed down onto the community pool, the water sparkled like tiny diamonds. Children laughed and played among one another while parents watched close by, either chatting in groups, or lounging on the poolside chairs. The concrete along the edge of the pool was littered with wet paw and hoof prints, evidence of people moving back and forth from sw...
NOTE: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18 YEARS OF AGE. ---- There was only one thing my Math teacher had going for him, I thought, and that was his fantastic ass. That butt kept me going through Algebra; every time he bent over I seemed to find new energy, all over. Of course I never expected anything to happen, I knew teacher/student relationships were wrong, he...
I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...
Chapter Fourteen - When it cums to gay sex, boys will be boys I was about to yell out and call for reinforcements but, for some reason I just turned my head instead and looked in the living room. Ready to call in the reserves for them to get in there and give Kathleen a good fuck, while hoping that between the five of us we could make her climax, I was loo...
Dom and Sandro Pt 01 [This story continues the saga of three gay couples, David and Jon Singleton-Scarborough, Tom Appleton and Luke Singleton-Scarborough, and Dom Overton and Sandro Mascagnoli. All the characters in the story are imaginary, although some of the main characters are models of the sort of person that I would like to be. Some places and inst...