Lost and Found
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by Syd McGinley
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Dr. Fell is teaching English at a local college, and working on fixing up his cabin, but his best friend Ben and Ben's sub twink want him to get back into the swing of regular life, worried that he's withdrawn after the death of his lover Rob. Through teaching, hosting a summer camp for Doms and their subs, as well as running a foundation put together by the Doms for rescuing subs from bad situations, Dr. Fell goes through a number of temporary boys until he finds a new boy of his own who, as it happens, doesn't need rescuing at all. Things are never simple for Dr. Fell, though, and between family problems and things going perhaps too well with his new boy, he's anxious over what will come next. Will he allow himself to have a happy ending of his own? Lost and Found was originally released as the Chaser series Lost and Found.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Chaser Compilation, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: August 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [348 KB]
Reading time: 235-329 min.
A classroom where I can't slap an ass still rattles me.
"What a sorry lot you are. No one completed my assignment."
I ignore the chorus of "It was too hard" and "I didn't understand what you wanted" and glare at my remedial composition class. Their sullen gazes slide away from me. They're good kids, just crushed to be spending their first college semester in "developmental English." About as crushed as my hopes for a quiet life in my cabin. I thought I'd walk away from academia after defending my dissertation in June, but here I am teaching as an adjunct to make ends meet. Damn, I hate classroom teaching.
"Okay, guys, you don't want to be in my class, but we all need to survive until December."
I receive a round of sulky nods.
"So, we can all grind along hating each other, or we can strike a deal: let me train you to be acceptable college writers."
This time it's snickers, and a muttered, "Some deal."
"If you do as you're told, you'll kick butt in your first-year classes and you can have a nice big fuck-you moment when you get out of remedial English."
Silence. Was it the content of my speech or that "fuck you" line that got their attention? Or have I finally blended Dom and teacher appropriately?
"But how, Dr. Fell?" pipes up one kid after a bit. "We all flunked the placement test."
There's squirming, and still no eye contact.
"Twenty minutes non-stop writing about why you flunked. No excuses. Write!"
I start writing. Ostensibly as a role model, but I have thoughts to get down.
I leaf through their writing on the bus. They think they're being punished with this class. They're shocked to find the low standards they'd been barely held to in high school are not good enough. Some don't even want to be in college, and others sadly say they're dumb even though they've made it this far. They're all frustrated and angry.
And so am I by the time I've finished reading their work.