~For Sale By Owner~

Two Young friends start an underwear business in order to make some money for prom. Has love began to bloom; or will his prince charming come and sweep him off his feet?


~Institute for Father Son Incest Research~

The Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR)

This is the log of Agent Carl Gregory, recorded while visiting the
undisclosed Institute of Father-Son Incest Research (IFSIR). I was sent to
IFSIR to investigate it, not to screen for illegal activities as many would
assume, but to determine if IFSIR should continue to get the same amount of
government funding. The institute is top secret, and most Americans would
be horrified to know that their tax dollars are going to research involving
wild, different sexual activities between fathers and their biological
sons. But I was happy to be selected to do an in depth study.

IFSIR is located a very large underground facility that was designed for
this purpose. It is heavily funded already, and my job is to assess
whether or not it is properly using its money. I was given a private tour
of the most promising studies in the facility’s 5 wings, each focusing on a
different branch of study: oral studies, anal studies, semen studies, piss
studies and the very mysterious “Miscellaneous Acts” wing. For each
experiment I will document the name of the particular study, the duration
of the study, the “name” used to refer to the subjects, and I will also
record whether or not the subjects were “Volunteers”, “Recruits”, or
“Other”. All those who do not fit into the first two categories will have
an explanation.



As I ran, I thought about Skip. I had to stop thinking about him though because, surely, I would get hard. The world would know that I was as shamefully horny as I really am. Running around the country roads with my shorts tenting out in front of me would look hysterical. Also, very embarrassing. Not wanting to think about Skip made me think about Skip. I had to sit down for a few minutes and wait for my erection to fade away. Damn I was horny. I could not help it—Skip made me that way.


~Master and the Mate~

Kyle was reading the classified ads in the Daily News looking for a job.
He kept questioning himself as he felt he was wasting his time since most
of the ads required either special training or experience. Yet his eyes
kept drifting back to the same ad seeking a deckhand for a yacht which was
docked in a marina near White Plains on the Long Island Sound. He couldn’t
help wondering why the phone number listed was a local call. ‘What the
hell,’ he thought to himself, ‘what do I have to lose?’, so he called and
made an appointment with the owner’s secretary.

Dr. Ryan Loud was a retired psychologist, although he had not reached
retirement age; but his unmarried older brother had died and left him his
yacht. Ryan had worked hard both as a counselling and teaching
psychologist. Like his brother, he had never married, as a result of his
awareness of his homosexual tendencies from an early age: he had known his
true sexuality from about the age of twelve. He had experimented several
times in his youth, but once he’d graduated with his doctorate he just
became immersed in his work; quickly becoming very highly respected by his
colleagues due to his publications in his field. To keep in touch with the
real world outside his specialised academic enclave, he saw an occasional
client when an interesting referral from one of his colleagues came along.


~Soldier Student~

After finding nothing left to live for, a 30 year old soldier brings himself out of depression from his best friends death, by exploring his new gay side brought on by some very strange dreams.

"So, my dreams had the revealed the truth: I had a
gay side now."


~Egyptian Adventure~

One British soldier earns the love and respect of his troop through tough love. Set in the Egyptian Army  1925.


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~Rick and the Twins~

Rick has new job as nanny for 15 year old twins. But is really job is to find out if they are gay before they join an all boys private High School, by any means possible!