Warm wind pressed my shorts against my body, making my uniform tighter. I shot across the field, kicking the ball in and out of cones, panting and shaking. I never let the ball get away from me if I could help it. I did not want to let him down. With one final thrust of my foot the ball was in the goal. The front part of my damp hair hung low over my face an...
Small towns are all the same. Racists, cows, and that one weird racist guy who sleeps with the cows. Personally, I just wanted to leave my town. My name is Carter, and this is how I went from promising high school student with a bright future, to a strung out slut, desperate for sex. I'm white, about 6 feet tall, and I'm built like a swimmer. That is, fairly...
When I got home the first thing I smelled was his soap-a rosemary chemical tang that hung in the damp air and collapsed over me as I stepped through the door. I breathed in as the door closed behind me, letting the smell ghost over my tongue and fill my mouth the way it filled the room. Jared's smells had settled into the air of my condo almost as soon as h...
Chapter Three -- Whatever Cory Wants Dusk stole over the roofs and treetops. The stark tree branches etched into the shades of pink and orange that broke over the horizon, painting the clouds before bleeding back into the dark. Sounds of life rose despite the chill in the air—the rustle and call of winter birds, the foraging and chittering of squirrels—all...
"How was your date with Mary?" Rusty asked sitting up next to Scott who had just come in the door and sat on the sofa. Scott looked at Rusty. "It was good. We went to some friends of hers. Nice people. A couple of the guys there were into cars so I had something in common with them, which surprised me, I'm glad to say. I think I picked up a couple of jobs o...
Curious George: Not the Monkey but a Young Man Usual disclaimers and copyright apply. This is a story based in truth about a curious young man and his new, at first, neighbor -- a man. The story was told to me by George as we became and continued as lovers. He asked me to share them with you. So here we go, George's story as told by George * I was 18 when...
Chapter 9: Pumpkins *Author's Note: Thanks for all of the coments and feedback. I read every one and try to make adjusments when I can. I hope you are enjoying this story.* The following morning after I finished eating breakfast there was a knock on the door. "Well good morning Mrs. Thompson," Rob's cheery voice sounded as he entered the room with his...
Chapter 4: Pacing the Field *Author's Note: Thanks so much for sticking with me. I appreciate all of the comments and take them to heart. I know this story isn't fast enough for some of you, but it really starts to heat up in chapter 5.* I woke up in a decent mood, still trying to figure out how the year would go, but cautiously optimistic. "What do yo...
From the moment I saw Gideon in the locker room, my life was focused on becoming his lover. I hadn't been at the Mount Holly prep school for more than a week before I first laid eyes on him, although I began to hear about him from my first evening. And what I heard about him very likely set me up for this obsession of mine. Mount Holly was a post-high schoo...
I was playing around and cooling off in the surf from an intense pickup beach volleyball game. It was hot as hell and there seemed to be a thousand people on the beach and in the water. In the holiday spirit most people are nice and fun to be around so I enjoy the time I spend in the Gulf waters. I swim almost every day of the year in balmy Florida, even the...