I posted a different version of this story a few weeks ago. It had a very dark ending. If you've read that story you can skip to ALTERNATE ENDING, the first section is identical. I'm curious to see if the story is better accepted without the grim ending of the first version. Thanks yet again to LarryInSeattle for his editing assistance. Everyone depicte...
Chapter Seven: Tokenham Collegiate church In the early years of the twenty-first century, while Luke and his sister Cathy were still at school, on one summer holiday visiting Jon's developing woodlands, they found near the forest in Shropshire that Jon and Arthur Rockwell and Robin Banks had planted fifteen or so years before, the small hamlet of Tokeham. N...
Book III. David's third year at college [Books I and II should be read first. Those readers who are familiar with gay history will be aware that the era in which this story takes place was one in which the dangers of AIDS had not been realized. So you will realize that we were rather farseeing in our use of condoms. In fact to some extent, our use of condom...
After Paul and Matt wandered off, I went into my tent to read for a bit. Part of me wanted to run to Paul and Matt's site, but another part of me was still nervous and unsure about everything that had happened. Plus, my asshole was still a bit sore, as was my dick. I planned on waiting until the evening cooled more, then go over to their site. I don't know...
The alarm went off. Chris woke up and said "Once you get good at cocksucking, you'll get me up with a blowjob every day. Until then, go make me breakfast, you worthless fuck." "Yes, Master." I crawled to the kitchen, he headed to the shower. I put cereal in my bowl and ate off the floor like I had been ordered to. He came to get his breakfast and I got unde...
The weekend flew by, as time often does when one is not looking forward to the week ahead. Chris spent most of that time floating between a state of utter depression and total self-loathing. He knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he should have stopped Jake the moment he had felt the younger man's hand on his trousers – before then even; the moment their l...
Sorry folks for the delay in posting this chapter. I get so little feedback and you write barely any comments that I began to think you may have lost interest in this series. Oh well...here goes another chapter.... -------------------------------------------- The exhaustion I felt on Monday morning was palpable. I was never exactly a morning person, but af...
I somehow managed to effectively tutor Ethan well after our encounter. Of course, whenever I'd come over he wanted to fool around. I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to feel his warm mouth on me again. I made it clear to him that studying came first. He grudgingly went along with this and when we finished for the day we rewarded our patience and d...
(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.) * One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life....
Jack It was early Friday evening and I was going out to a little blues club near campus. I usually avoid crowds but I had it on good authority that Julian Monaco would be there. I gave myself a final once over in the mirror and headed out the door to my fifth story walk up. I was on the last flight of stairs when my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the n...