Massachusetts State Trooper Pierre Guillot walked through the halls of the Massachusetts State Police Academy. The New Braintree facility was teeming with students. Young men and women who wanted to become police officers. He smiled, remembering his days at the Academy. He lived in the school dorms for five days a week and only went home on the weekends. He...
"You know I would give you money if you wanted—for anything but what you've said you need money for." "I know how you feel about my plans to marry Missy Vanderhof, Anton. I wouldn't ask you for the money I need for a honeymoon. In fact, I don't know why you've been willing to set this arrangement up for me." "I owe a favor to Luigi too." I felt it was mor...
Chapter 1: The First Jerk Off Scott and I had been best of friends since we were kids. We lived across a large lake from each other and spent most all of our time together. We went to the same school, looked the same with brown hair, brown eyes, both tall and skinny, most people thought of us as brothers. Now, at age 18, sex was our main topic of conversati...
Ed and I sat in our post-explosive-blowjob glow for a while as we collected ourselves again. I was appreciating the level of intimacy that can only be achieved by having someone's cum completely overtake your sense of taste and smell. While I was appreciating the essence of Ed, I paired it with the nice flavor of the wine we had been drinking and allowed mys...
It was my second week at college, and I still felt like a fish out of water. I didn't think I could ever get used to the size of the place and just how many people where here. I'm from the country where we maybe had 300 people in our church, and probably 250 in my whole high school. So I guess you could say I'm a small town guy. I already attended a class w...
They could make me go out, but I'd be damned if they could make me have fun. I sulked in a shadowed corner, nursing a whiskey and soda. Medicine for a broken heart, but it would take a few more doses before it really kicked in. Hard to tell whether I'd be a lot more fun or a crying mess at that point, but I wasn't planning on thinking that far ahead. Juli...
Chapter 8: Homecumming Today was the day I dreaded, because it was the day I had to tell Alkibiades and the rest of house Achilles, that I would not be moving in. Everything had happened so fast. The allure of this place got to me and I had taken my friends at my own house for granted. It was clear that Dick and Steven were both against me leaving, while Ja...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Rob's Story Part 3: Year of Living Dangerously You don't need a history lesson. You are not reading this for some dry facts. If I was a betting man, and I am, I would say you are reading to see how fast I show what a shallow little slut I am, and how fast I wound up on my knees or on my back. Be patient. There is plenty of time for that. I was still han...
Writers Note:- All of the stories in which I write are true stories unless otherwise stated. I have undertaken many sexual encounters and I hope that this series – The Secret Life of a Slut! Allows me to get my story out in the open. Please feel free to vote on this story and leave feedback. **** My name is Mark Andrews, I am 25 years of age and stand six...