Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of violence and non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. Just want to say thank you for reading! Had a blast writing it! Wasn't sure what to do with the ending but decided on this. Hope you enjoy! * Atticus sat on the porch of his old farmhouse enjoying a cigarette. The farm was quaint and secluded. A...
The early 1960's, in a rural area of Monroe County, and an event that changed the life of an 18 year old lad. *** Sound travels in the night out where I grew up, on a farm hidden on a back-road far away from anything remotely resembling civilization, so when I heard the faint noises coming from the barn back behind our house, I had to investigate. Clad on...
"So here we are now: a sip of wine, a sip of water. Someday maybe, maybe someday we'll be smarter." - Jimmy Eat World I. I laid on a thick layer of straw in the barn. He let me stay that night after my farm work was done. His few acres of land were hidden away from the city. The little barn was silent besides the occasional chirping frog and a train horn i...
As he entered the barn, Andy noticed that looked like it was in good shape. He could tell from the aged look of the wood and the gaps in between the slats that it was a very old barn. The main area was open and there was a ladder to the right of the door entrance that wend up to what Andy figured was a loft. It was dark in the barn, and Andy hoped that Al ha...
Please note... the following story contains incestuous behavior as well as some mild bondage, dominance and submission. ... "I'm fucked," Richie said as we neared his farmhouse, and although it was still almost a quarter of a mile away I could see the faint glow of a cigarette being inhaled on the porch of Richie Snyder's place. "Don't blame me," I said,...
Phil and Dale slipped into the barn that they frequented for oral sex. It was at the edge of Phil's family property. The sun shone warmly through the window near the roof of the barn, and a cool breeze blew through. It was one of those days where clothing becomes optional. Phil wore only a light t-shirt and jeans, his muscular arms and chest showing through....
A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...
Author's note: This story is also based on a request that I received via e-mail. The person making the request stated that he is French and that he enjoyed the gay life in France before moving to the U.S. He provided the fundamental story line and asked me to embellish it as the story developed. He said that he did attend college and work at a salon in Paris...
"You just come in for a drink and a look see, or you want something more, Oskar?" "Just the drink today, Skinner, thanks. A shot and a chaser, please." "Been some time since you got any, hasn't it?" the bartender at the Buckhead Ranch said as he set up two shot glasses for the big Swede bellied up to the bar. "You're still in fine shape, Oskar. You should...
Day one of my summer long visit to my grandparents farm had certainly been an interesting one, I thought to myself as I prepared for what I expected to be at best a fitful night's sleep. It was amusing in a way to think that while I had managed to keep a very personal secret from my folks for 18 years, a few hours up here and I was exposed. I had made a fri...