"Feelings No Longer Inside" One hot summer day, Ben Baxton sweated out his soul after mowing his yard. His brown skin turned darker from the hot, beaming sun. His blue jeans had dust on them, claiming dominance over his day of yard work and a shower called out to rescue him from his labor. Ben took off his soaked Braves cap and went towards his parent's hou...
Driving back from his lifeguard job on a Saturday afternoon in mid-June, Ben thought back to a line in his favorite novel, "The Great Gatsby." "I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the Summer." He had turned 18 a few weeks before, graduated high school in the top of his class, filling out his days with his part time job, see...
Thanks for all the feedback! As I wrote, this is a slow build, but we do get to some good sex here. As always, I welcome the feedback. Thanks! The next morning, Tom woke up more rested than he'd felt in years. He took Muffin—the eager Golden Doodle that Jeremy convinced him to get when Jeremy knew his brain terminal was fatal in an effort to make sure Tom w...
It was different this time, Ben Ranalli noted after he set the tent up and looked at the pond his campsite was facing. He had been coming here for over forty years, first as a young lad with his folks and then later with his wife and kids. After the kids had grown and moved on there was a brief period when he had visited the place with just his wife, but she...
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Ben sighed impatiently as he wheeled his shopping cart around the small grocery store around the corner from his apartment. He tossed a few random items into his cart, eyes constantly scanning, taking in everything--and everyone--around him. He needed something to satisfy his craving. Nothing in his cart. He was hungry, but it wasn't for food. Instead, he w...
Dean brought him home again, only this time he was sober. Ben was so nervous and excited that he could barely contain it. To be honest, he felt like a teenager again. He only had a week to convince Dean he was serious, so he had to make tonight count. "What were ya thinking for dinner?" Dean asked, kicking off his shoes near the door. Ben looked down at hi...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is planned as a long series and will contain many different topics. if you are uncomfortable with any type of story, then you may not want to start this story, or you may want to just skip those stories, though some may be mixed in. An example is that in this story there are elements of gay, hetero, and milf. Thanks for your interes...
**I promise this isn't the end, there's more Dean and Ben to come. I hope you enjoy. -Penny** What he'd felt after Laura left him felt shallow in comparison to the pain-coated emptiness inside him now. Nothing mattered anymore, Dean's cold dismissal broke something in him. Worst part was that he couldn't figure out where he'd gone wrong. Dean didn't call,...
Ben slipped up behind Jake. His concentration was taken up by the Excel spreadsheet and the tallying up of rows and columns. "You find that interesting," Ben insinuated, gazing down on the man's bald spot and rubbing it for good luck. Rolling his eyes, Jake pushed his glasses up his nose, and chastised the interruption, "Someone has to be the grownup and do...