It was the shitty day to end all shitty days. I had woken up late that morning and then was in a rush to get out the door. Drove my car to work and wound up being 30 minutes late. Got my ass chewed out by my boss. Once that was over I went into my office in hopes of getting some work done. The day dragged on from this point and I swear everything that could...
I slumped into the seat on the bus. Zeus-was I exhausted. My arms and legs ached, my asshole screamed at me for the abuse I had given it. Ignoring all the pleasure I had received, this simple muscle, one of sixty in the body, was easily forgiven, for it is my favorite sphincter. I couldn't help recalling my theater visit as I sat, with two or three others,...
This was the third time my stupid car had broken down in a fortnight. Maybe it was my fault for going for retro charm over reliability. I have a real soft spot for mini coopers though, having sucked my first cock in the back of one and so when the time came to buy my own car I instantly went with the one that appealed most when it would have made much more s...
23 Minute's. Tuesday, 12pm... November Street. Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work. These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the las...
This is my first submission so constructive criticism is welcome. My gratitude to nomoretears00, who sent the email encouraging me to post, and did so much more you are awesome! Thanks to Cari Z. Blackstallion21 is my amazing, talented editor. If there are any errors it's on me, I keep rewriting. This is a copyrighted work of fiction by the author see...
**Author's Note** I apologize to my readers and followers. I know it's been a long time coming. After the Lit police rejected Chapter 31, I was at a loss, as it completely destroyed my story line as I had planned it, and I fell into a severe 'writers block.' I finally settled down a couple weeks ago, threw out the original Ch 31 and started on this—The fin...
[Note: In the world of espionage a "velvet interrogation" is one in which the subject doesn't know it's an interrogation at all.] Chapter One: Chet "I think the camps possibly seemed worse than they really were because I was in a cushy environment one day and then in the camps and then back to a cushy environment. I suppose for those in the camps it wasn't...
We moved my senior year in High School; my dad following the Great American dream! Through my high school years I had been the local faggot whore who serviced everyone in the little town I lived in, so when I turned 18 in my new home, over a thousand miles from my old home and reputation, I boarded a bus and went downtown to where there were several adult th...
The next morning, I woke up before Chad and went down to eat breakfast. Some of the other guys were already there, and I had to wonder if any of them could tell by looking at me...if any of them knew that I had spent most the night getting my cock sucked by my roommate. My head was spinning, trying to figure out what all of this meant, and on top of that all...
Colton sat in the back seat of the school bus staring a hole into the back of Parker's messy blond head. He wondered what it would be like to run his fingers through it, to grip it in his fists while he held him firmly and kissed him, hard and deep. They had just won another away game, and everyone was pumped and the bus was rowdy, but it was just a buzz in...