This was one summer to remember. Because I just turned eighteen, and someone just fuck me. That someone was my step dad. About seven years ago dad died, and mom teamed up with a man whom she was a good friend with after running back and forth to the hospital. This man just two years ago became my stepfather. This summer Jack (my stepfather) and I went on a f...
The German police detective, Sigmund Frist, who had been plowing his American counterpart, Clint Folsom, the previous night couldn't have picked a worse time to want further attention from Folsom. Folsom had gone to sun bathe and to dry out the effects of a raucous night topside on the MS River God as it shot down the most scenic segment of the Rhine. But he...
PRELUDE Eric stood in the kitchen and watched as Jerry moved around the counter making coffee and preparing breakfast items. Eric's eyes were fixated on Jerry's sweet round ass encased in his tight sleep shorts. He still couldn't believe that he had actually fucked that sweet ass the night before. Now he stared at it as it undulated under the snug fabric, h...
Folsom heard some muffled discussion from the other side of the door between his cramped, dark prison and the back panel on the closet in Roman's cabin and then some rustling around in the cabin followed by the slamming of the cabin door and then . . . silence . . . for the longest time. A good thing he wasn't claustrophobic, Folsom was thinking. And then t...
I gained the bridge, checked in with the duty officer and was leaving when an acrid smell permeated the bridge followed but a loud grinding noise. Apparently the jerry-rig had not lasted a full day. I spun on my heel and made my way quickly to Engineering. Along the way I was asked numerous times what had happened. "You'll know when I know," was my curt res...
I let him buy me a drink at the beach bar—and then another and another—because he had those big tuffs of hair in his pits. I found that intriguing—and arousing. He was a good-looking guy, probably a stevedore or something on vacation, because he was built solid like a tank. But he was also virtually hairless everywhere else I could see, including billiard cu...
In most senses Bran had been invisible at the Hayden saloon the couple of months he'd been there. But as he came out of the back room into the main saloon hall, carrying the bucket of water Levi Yost, the saloon keeper, had told him to use to freshen the bowls in the rooms upstairs, he looked at the tall Christmas tree in the corner. Sadie, Katie, and Faye w...
Mark and Todd had "rode" out the storm, keeping each other company until the rain subsided enough to put their ponchos on and head home. The journey back to the river was filled with quiet conversation about their new hideout, and all the stuff they could do there. They planned on returning, and trying to fix the place up a bit, to make it into their sex she...
After some thought, Stacy had figured out how to get back at Alex. She had known all the girls in college who had found out too late their boyfriends were gay, and she had always wondered how they didn't know. Now, she couldn't believe she was one of those girls. Of course, Alex had done everything he could to get back with Stacy. He had sent her embarrassi...
For years my family has had a summer home in the woods of the upper peninsula of Michigan. Not too far away from the cabin runs the North Country Trail (NCT). In fact the trail almost touches the back corner of the property about ¼ of a mile from the cabin. For those of you not familiar with the North Country Trail (NCT), it is the longest hiking trail in t...