Michael finished his homework and was ready to relax for the night. John, his 27-year-old brother came over, to mooch dinner off their parents again. Michael didn't mind. He enjoyed having his big bro around and he wanted to ask him a few questions anyway. Questions he didn't think he'd be able to ask anyone else in the world. "Hey John, wanna come up and s...
Chapter 6: Beach Day ***Everyone in this story is fiction and is at least 18 years old or older*** ***** The next day I woke up to my brother's head resting on my shoulder. I slightly pushed him off, trying not to wake him. I glanced at the clock and saw it was still early in the morning. About 24 hours earlier, I was in the same position with two guys. N...
This is the first installment of the Novak saga. * I was nine years old and sharing a room with my twelve year old brother, Novak. I had woken up and was scared of a dream. I crawled into bed with Novak. He woke up and asked, "What are you doing Jason?" I replied, "I'm scared. Can I sleep with you?" He rolled over and went back to sleep. I took that as a...
"Hurry up Tracy, we're going to be late" my brother Callen bellowed up the stairs. "Travelling" I hollered back grabbing my hockey bag and sticks as I head through the open bedroom door and down the stairs. My brother is standing by the front door all intimidating at 6'3", and about 200 pounds all muscle, his hair dark blonde and curly but cut and sat perfe...
All characters in this story are eighteen years old or older. *** I was walking home from spending the afternoon with my only friend, Maggie, when I noticed the group of guys playing football in one front yard. I knew Wayne Boudreau and his older brother, Shane, lived there, but Wayne was a loner and his brother was away at college, so I had no idea what w...
I drove home exhausted from the sexual intensity and violation of the day. My clothes, skin and taste buds were sticky and reeking from our commingled ejaculate, juices and raw funk. But I was hard and loving it. As I pulled into my driveway, dad was washing his Beamer. I didn't want to stop to talk; I was afraid he'd smell the scent of another man all over...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
There's a local magazine store that I frequent every Sunday morning to pick up a New York Times. It's a large, double room store that's run by a Mid-Eastern family, a father and three adult sons. I'm not sure where they are originally from but they all are typically Arab in appearance, slim with olive skin and black hair, two of them tall and the youngest sm...
The wind was picking up by the time JC and Donovan loaded the dresser into the moving van. A gust sent Don's baseball cap skittering across the lawn and me running after it. It was late October and cooler, wetter weather was starting to prevail along the coast. The damp chill ate at the marrow in a way it never did in the interior. It wasn't something I'd mi...
Few days have passed and the business situation in tavern haven't really improved. When doors suddenly opened, the inn owner wasn't even happy, he was surprised. Young man with curly hair and clean shaven face has entered the building. He approached the old man, looking around suspiciously. "Good morning, kind sir", stranger said, very politely yet with fir...