Chase Sanderson has admired his teacher, Mr. Mark Wright, for as long as he can remember. As graduation day nears, the urges Chase has held in check for so long come to the surface. With the end of high school in sight, Chase faces the challenge of navigating his feelings in the final days of being eighteen and he has Mr. Wright in mind for someone who can help. Chase and Mark find themselves caught in the realization that what they thought they knew about their connection may not be as clear-cut as it seemed. Screwed by My Teacher is an age gap erotica about what happens when boundaries ...

Though shalt covet. “Pride Horizon church has been my family's place of worship for as long as I can remember. My church leaders have always taught me to practice the morals of a God-fearing man. Then Pastor James insists I see him privately in his office after church and explains he has a new teaching for me now that I'm eighteen--a rite of passage that will show my devotion to my leaders, to the church, and to the Lord. A rite of passage all the men of Pride Horizon have gone through before me. Pastor leads the way, by taking off both sets of his shirts and hanging them on the rack ...

Nineteen-year-old Archie Baldwin just moved home after flunking out of his first semester of college. Too much hooking up with boys at parties and not nearly enough studying. Most of his days are spent applying for jobs he’s underqualified for and staring out the window at his hot older neighbor, Mr. Million, who does his yard work shirtless every morning. When Archie learns Mr. Million is looking for extra help in the yard, he jumps on the opportunity for extra money. But when Mr. Million takes Archie to the backyard on his first day, Archie finds Mr. Million is out for much more. A boy ...

This collection of filthy taboo stories gives new meaning to the family reunion, as young men look to their older mentors to explore their most lurid and forbidden desires.

I have a show coming up when I get back to school from fall break. Simon catches me rehearsing lines in the living room the night before I have to leave, and offers to help me read lines. He's standing at the banister, beaming at me with pride, his strong arms crossed. He's wearing that white t-shirt and boxers combo he always wears around the house. Sometimes I wish he’d just take the shirt off. Boxers too. Soon, we're reading the pivotal romantic scene together, falling into character. My heart starts racing, wondering, hoping that the deeper Simon gets into character, the deeper he'll ...