"I think he's signaling to you, sugar." I'd stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn't been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I'd found some work as a gofer on a high-rise con...
Wyatt Cooper spent several minutes figuring out why the young pole dancer on stage at Hershee seemed familiar. The young man being nearly naked and picked out by changing-color strobe lights had captured his attention and "where have I seen him before?" thoughts and put him off the hunt for a young guy among the patrons that had brought him into the bar. The...
*****I'm trying something new, I hope you all enjoy this.***** ***Everyone in this story is 18 and is fiction**** Please enjoy. ***** Chapter 1: In a warehouse, by the docks, I was perched on a support beam over a group of thugs. These thugs happened to work for the mob boss Tony Zucco. For the last few months, I have been interfering with his supply s...
I always try to get out to exercise while I am traveling for work. This is typically done by getting in light runs. It also the added benefit of helping me get familiar with the place I am visiting. Work brought me to upstate New York this one particular week... First though, a little about me. I am a pretty fit, married, 35 year old, just over 6 foot, 180...
CW: physical violence, bullying, SPH, spit, coerced sex, forced drinking & weed use. This one gets a little rough in the middle. Let me know if there should be a part II. Enjoy. I can't reply to anonymous messages, so if you want a question answered you need to use an email when you send a message or leave a comment here. I get a LOT of questions from anony...
Encounters with Evil © Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Tigger focused carefully, squinting at the glass in his hand and willing his muscles to behave as he set the drink down slowly. In spite of his effort, he misjudged the distance and vodka and orange juice sloshed...
It is dark, dank and there is little space. As this encounter goes on, the muscles of my back are pressed against the wall of the narrow alley, wearing against the taut fabric of a t-shirt already struggling to hold in the huge, muscled body it's stretched over. I let go of the train creep's head -- I haven't bothered to ask his name -- and let it fall forw...
The following Friday, Peter had invited me out to lunch. We had been dating for a good couple of days now. Our dates ranged from going out to eat, watching a movie, or going out on patrol. And let's just say they were going great, we hadn't had sex yet though, but I knew in time it would happen. I knew Peter was a bit self conscious about the whole situation...
I took the weekend off and decided that I was going to go to Portland and look around. I've lived in Oregon for 14 years, and for the most part try to stay away from the largest city, due to traffic. There was a restaurant and book stores I wanted to visit and maybe check out some popular places to meet new friends. I had heard that The Hawks Club near down...
Friday March 13th A week had passed since my weird encounter with Joe in the bathroom at Bell'Amorehad taken place. I was still thinking about the handjob I did. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head. One part of me was furious and angry and I wanted to kick myself for doing a thing like that. The other part was really confused and got excited even think...