I made the mistake of telling a my friend Mike that I had experimented with anal toys. Next thing I know I'm crouching my naked ass just above his thick, veiny, greased up pickle, wondering whether or not I could actually do it. It started about a month ago. My name is Patrick, Patty to my friends. Just your average slim, freckled, red headed Irish boy. St...
I picked my way through piles of corrugated tin, broken toilets, and lawnmower parts and came to a halt when I saw the blue uniforms and the wheel-less old Lincoln Town Car, with the smashed-in engine compartment, sitting on concrete blocks. Mullins had said it was an Inevitable Case when he'd called me, but I'd never get used to seeing the various ways that...
Reality started to creep into my dreaming as I was floating up into consciousness. I started reliving the night before, the hour drive to Albuquerque and the Sidewinders Bar, which was rougher than my norm, but I had been in particular need and drinks were half price during their annual April Fools' Eve event, which this year started after midnight on April...
Prequel I arrived at college a naive and sheltered kid. Eight years of Catholic grammar school in the 'burbs of the Connecticut shore followed by a Catholic all boys' high school never prepared me for being on my own. A Catholic college seemed like a logical place. Close to home but far enough away that I lived on campus. It was 1979 when I moved in the New...
The first time I sucked and deepthroated a cock, my throat was sore for almost a week, and I felt a bit ashamed and dirty. But, it was such a thrill to submissively kneel down and have a horny married man grabbing my head and forcing his stiff prick inside my mouth, shoving it down my throat, that I knew I had to try it again. So I ran another ad on craigsli...
I tried to make sense out of the last several days as the plane began its descent across the eastern Atlantic into the peninsular city of Dakar, capital of Senegal. From there it would be several hours of a dusty ride northeast to the village of Sagata, in Louga Province. I tried hard not to think of this as a banishment, and why it might have been banishmen...
John Dungan, the third son of Archibald, the Baron de Blaguere, of Ardkill, Londonderry, was a man of few words but of precipitous action. When the Irish potato famine started destroying the lives and working ability of the families producing the Irish whiskey at his family's distillery in Londonderry—and particularly in challenging his endurance at watching...
Chapter Two – Limerick Leo copyright 2003© Ri-Press I had just finished up with the Navy in the United States; I was now at the point of deciding what to do with my life. I also needed to decide what I should study and receive a degree in. I decided first of all that I wanted to return to Co. Tipperary, Ireland, where I am originally from. I knew also I wa...
*Author's Note: All characters in this story are over 18 years old. If you are a particularly religious and/or Catholic, I suggest that you do not read this. It involves a nun. Dana, 28, wasn't always a nun. Five years ago, she was engaged to a wonderful man named Jack and working at the local hospital. She often thought about her life before the nunne...
~~~~ Ethan woke up early, pissed off and with a hangover. He looked at Jack who was still asleep, and kissed his forehead. He put on a black hooded sweatshirt and sweatpants, left the room to check on EJ first, then texted Carlos: Are you up? Cuz if not WAKE THE FUCK UP. Carlos texted him back a few minutes later: I'm up. He texted: Meet me in the main di...