"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired." The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a...
I sat, looking longingly out of my apartment window with a fresh tear in my eye. My boyfriend of one year, Clint, had dumped me a week ago and it still stung. While it's true we had drifted apart over the past couple of months, it still came as a shock. I had pretty much stayed in bed all week, too distraught to attend class or even go to the gym for yoga le...
Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with th...
Marty pulled his gray vest in tighter, trying to keep out the chill October wind. He had just finished up an eight hour shift at work in the local convenience store and was looking to get home to relieve a little 'pressure.' Working with attractive but unattainable women all day was starting to grate on his calm. What's more, he had to take the brunt of frus...
It was the Friday before spring break and I was packing because the next day, some friends and I were to head down to the California coast for a little sun and fun. It was fairly early in the evening when Dante called me to come out to a house where he and some of his guys were playing poker. He said he needed a favor. I was a reluctant at first but when I t...
"I need a room for the rest of the night. One bed, double or bigger." Lou huffed and cleared his throat, flipping up the ends of a couple twenties in his clip. His sausage link fingers handed the money over. The motel clerk considered the middle-aged man without a word. Decent suit. Not great. Clean. Trimmed hair. His eyes cut over to the man's car. Older....
"It's not pretty, but I haven't had any complaints," typed the middle aged man after sending the young fellow he was instant messaging the second picture. On the other end of the conversation, Troy Holland was staring at the picture, which was even better than the first. The 18 year old's heart was racing as he looked at the photos, and was stroking himself...
Published in Stallions and Other Studs, Scott O'Hara (ed), 1995 Posted to Internet circa: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 [Usenet] Stored on The Nifty Archives * * * * * The band plays on the stage. The air is blue with smoke, hot, and reeks of Miller and Budweiser. The kids cluster round the stage. The typical crowd -- jeans-clad, long haired, leather-jacketed, tatt...
Thank you to every single person who read, commented, and favorited Sugar Match Ch. 1! I hope all of you are staying safe during these times! Also, I apologize for how long it took me to get this one out but I just want to make sure I'm producing my best work. The next and last chapter shouldn't take as long but bear with me! As always, all comments and sug...
At the end of his first year of college, a 19-year-old Jack was starting a solo backpacking trip around Europe. Jack was a tall, skinny, and slightly muscular guy with short, dark hair. He was extremely innocent. Although he had started to come out to his friends over the previous school year, he had never been fucked. For that matter, he had never even been...