The penny drops

I had just left my home on Saturday lunchtime to take the dog for a walk when I saw Terry, my neighbour’s son, mowing the small patch of lawn in front of his house. I’ve known him since he was knee high to a grasshopper so I stopped for a chat. He’s a strapping young … Continue reading The penny drops

Trousers down. Over my knee

Richard’s knees ache against the hard floor. He has made his peace with God, he rises and straightens his back. Now, he has to face his Dad. He knows he will be waiting for him in the front room, there is a certain ritual to these things. Everything is in its place, ready to be … Continue reading Trousers down. Over my knee

The morning after

Scott buried his head in the pillow, it still ached terribly, but the pain in his backside was easing. His stomach was churning and he feared he might be sick at any moment. His bed smelt rancid; close to his nose was a chunk of scrunched up toilet paper, soaked with his own spunk. All … Continue reading The morning after

The liquor store

Hal hated his job at the liquor store in Snarlesville.  The hours were bad and the pay poor. The only consolation was he could take home a bottle or two under his coat from time to time – if he sneaked them from the room at the back away from the CCTV cameras. He did … Continue reading The liquor store

The bully

I am watching Aitkens. He seems to be waiting patiently for me to begin. He is prostrate across a gym horse, dressed in his PE kit: white shorts and vest. The horse is a little high and he is on tip-toes so he can stretch his body across it to grip the two front legs. … Continue reading The bully

Thanks a million !

Now I’ve got your attention I just want to say  that some time over this past weekend this site had its one millionth view ! Thanks to you all for being such dedicated readers. Thanks also to those who send me messages of support and encouragement. It is very much appreciated. Charles   Picture credit: … Continue reading Thanks a million !

First thing in the morning

I woke this morning with a bit of a thick head. I’d had too much beer last night watching football on the telly. Manchester United, as if that’s relevant. Champions League. At home. They lost. Ha! Ha! When I’ve had a skin-full I get this dream and I wake up with a raging hard on. … Continue reading First thing in the morning

The students’ landlord

When Roderick was given a list of rules with his rent book by the landlord at his new university digs he didn’t bother to read them. He was soon to regret this. Nobody would accuse Roderick of being a brilliant scholar but he was a diligent worker. He attended all his lectures and tutorials; he … Continue reading The students’ landlord

Enhanced community training

Jack made his way through the student union bar, careful not to spill a drop from the two pints of beers he carried; the carpet beneath his feet was sticky enough. He made it unscathed to the table occupied by his best pal, Al. He sat, gulped down a throatful of lager, and delved into … Continue reading Enhanced community training

Mr Gregory and the work experience boy

Mr Gregory sighed deeply, his eyelids drooped. The office was hot and stuffy. The new central heating was always turned up too high. His throat was parched, his head ached a little (but that was almost certainly last night’s whisky). He let the document in his hand slip through his fingers and flutter to the … Continue reading Mr Gregory and the work experience boy