I was standing over my father's grave at Sunnycrest Cemetery as the cleric spouted empty words and prayers, and as my mother wept crocodile tears into her lace hankie. "Be strong, Lucinda," said my Great Aunt Martha, patting my mother's shoulder. Aunt Martha was my father's mother's sister. My mother sobbed even more energetically into the damp embroidere...
Chapter 16: Past, Present, and Future "Robbie this is very sweet, but never, ever do it again." I sighed as I climbed into the passenger side of his pickup. "I don't know what you're talking about Bobby." Rob feigned ignorance as we headed out of the school parking lot. I clutched a large vase that held a dozen orange roses in my lap. The card attached to...
A week ago, I had the idea of biking from Paducah, Kentucky, to Joplin, Missouri. I had a bike, a cell phone, a pocketful of cash and a plan, but things can change fast on the road. Three days later, I was reduced to my backpack, a broken cell phone, no cash and no bike all thanks to getting rolled by some rednecks in a pickup truck. I stashed my broken bik...
Date?! I stared at Kenji, mouth open. "Are you serious?" "Well, why not?" he asked, sitting down again. "Your ghost isn't going anywhere, so rather than sitting around twiddling our thumbs, waiting for Pinky, let's go out and do something." I looked at him in silence. "If it's the 'date' part you're worried about, we don't have to call it that," he said...
AUTHOR'S NOTE This is a story about a young man exploring his sexuality and finding out he is a gay submissive. It is rather long and not all about sex so if you are looking for a quickie you might want to look elsewhere. This is a fantasy. All characters are over the age of 18. Please enjoy. ------------------- I was a quiet boy ever since the beginning,...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen years old. Please do not use my stories without my permission. When Dad called my brothers and me into his den at 10 AM on a Saturday morning last September, I was nervous. I knew what it was all about, of course, because dad filled Lionel an...
He wasn’t looking. He was talking to a woman sitting at a table across the pool from me, but he was looking sideways at her and giving me a full-frontal view, so I snapped off a few photos. I captured the whole effect of him, just out of the pool, body beautiful, with beads of water glistening off his body in the sun. Then a few close-ups. One of his male-m...
First of all, Nathan King ruined my life. Let's start with that. I was in business school, like the good little WASP that I was. I was going to be...I don't even know. I was going to wear the good suits, though, send my interns out for my coffee and send them scattering with a look if they got my order wrong (venti non-fat iced chai tea latte, they'd murmu...
But not if you're under 18 years old etc. This is experimental adult fiction. No similarity to any real human beings, alive or dead, is intended in the following story. It is, to repeat, fictive in nature, beginning to end. If this is not clear to you now, please close this file and go elsewhere. No-one under the age of 18 is or was involved in the following...