Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Darkness and oppressive heat. Steam hissing up from vents in the floor. Metal and machinery clanking and rumbling unseen. The air heavy with oil and sweat; thick with the stink of hard labour. Walking forwards, dodging chains and scaffolding, figures coming into view through the gloom. Grou...
Chapter 15: A New Year "Come on Rob, we've got a long day ahead of us." I said as Rob finally finished getting dressed. "Sorry Bobby, I'm just being lazy." Rob answered as he followed me out the door and out to my Jeep. I opened the passenger door for Rob and gave him a wink before I walked over to jump in on the driver's side. This would be the first time...
Tuesday-Wednesday, 4-12 April, Richmond to Just North of Danville, Virginia The men in the train had barely settled down, a bit more than two hours after they had cleared through the skirmishes at Manchester, across the James River from Richmond, and headed west along the river bank, before they pulled off on a siding in a forest near the town of Goochland....
I don't particularly like camping. I did it in the Scouts, with my family, in the military and it never did a whole lot for me. So how did I end up in the middle of nowhere in a tent again? My name is Luke Cooke and I'm a twenty-seven year old corporate finance analyst. I spent two years in the Army after high school, then six years at the Wharton School of...
(This story depicts romance and multiple sexual encounters between two young male adults. If either of those things bother you please chose another story.) Ben Stevens had been my best friend since the first day of kindergarten. Though over the years our interests had diverged widely, we remained as close as any two people could be. He was a gifted athlete...
I can only relate this narrative now, since Rupert died last winter and my own professional career is some years past and beyond damage. Thomas Rupert left no family, and my own contributions to the discipline are said and done. But the singular nature and explosive excitement of that expedition -- my first fieldwork -- and the subsequent disruptive personal...
***Hey all, thanks for checking out my new story. I was really reluctant to write any pandemic stories, but this is based on a vaguely semi-true story and I just had to write it. I think there will be three chapters, it's just a short, light, slice of life sexy fun-times story. Let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy. -Penny*** "Yo, you wanna kee...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. Do not reproduce without permission from the author. Thanks. Not A Date Monday night Ryan cooked. He made spaghetti sauce from scratch and homemade meatballs and put it over pasta he gave a fancy Italian name but just looked like little spirals to me. We watched an old black and white foreign film which didn't make m...
I'd been living with daddy and Uncle Cody for six months. Daddy had almost completely recovered from his accident and was working full days on the ranch again. The three of us had settled into a companionable sexual relationship and it was a rare week that went by that I didn't spend at least one night with both of their big cocks pounding me at each end and...
Ch. 11 All Tied Up 11:23am on Wednesday, July 30th, 2003. Ninety-seven minutes before I was supposed to meet Jane for lunch. After the cryptic phone call, I had been through three cups of coffee and two of my emergency cigarettes. Brian looked at me in horror when he caught me smoking. For a few moments, he looked back and forth between my haggardly face an...