I lie in bed, eyes wide open, staring into the darkness; my mind a whirling kaleidoscope of images and colors. Mainly one image and one sensation: Fred's smile and the feel of his cock in my hand. I had no doubt he was a 'special someone' but was he destined to be that 'someone' for me? When he had used the exact same phrases I used and I blindly obeyed hi...
Author's note: While the events described in this story are true, names have been changed to keep the identity of these persons anonymous. * I grew up in the Midwest in the 1970s—progressive times and repressive times all at once. We lived in the country in a Michigan town called Davisburg, so "getting around" just didn't happen—there was no place TO get a...
This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask y...
Hello once again! This is the third installment of the "Adam and Kyle" series. Also, the identical previous installments are titled under "Friends 'til the End", but will discontinued and simply be "Adam and Kyle". As always, feedback and comments are highly appreciated. I hope you enjoy! ------------------------------- Chapter 03 "You did WHAT with Miss...
So here it is... FINALLY. Whew. I'm sorry for taking so long, but I was really busy. Well. Now I've got summer holidays, so I'm off to work on the next part ;D oh yeah: this time it's Jake's POV. Hope you like it! _______________________________________________ One week. One whole week. And I still can't stop thinking about a GUY. Urgh. I guess I'm really...
"I'm not quite sure what to say . . . um, Jamie, was it? We've never had a walk-in on this before. I think maybe you should be talking to—" "You are Sam Winterberry of the special unit, aren't you?" "Yes, but I don't know how you knew anything about such a unit or about me. Could you just sit here a minute and—" Sam Winterberry had never in his long years...
I'd called to a friend's house to lay a carpet and found everything ready which was a good start, the floor was clear and ready for the underlay which went down quite easily on the rectangular floor which measured about fourteen by eighteen feet. My friend Peter helped me carry and drag the new carpet in from the hallway which had a pattern that lined up wi...
I'm shaking as I approach the gate, palms slicked with cold sweat, heart slamming, stomach twisting. I'm really doing this, about to go through the gate—finally, after walking past it every day on my way to and from work, hearing the repeated clank of massive weights that would crush my slender frame, the deep manly grunts echoing in a massive chest, wrenche...
"Seems like someone learned how to eat in moderation." Steve laughed as he walked through the door. Levi smiled at him and put another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. "Ah, yes, and we've also discovered silverware." Devin laughed as he came in from the bedroom, his hair was wet and it was obvious he had taken a shower. Levi stood up and walked over to De...
(Note to reader: For a fuller context for this story, read the "Wolf Creek" novella series and "The Photograph 1: John" and "The Photograph 2: Jamie.") Joe knew his unit shouldn't have entered the Scharzwald this close to dusk. The doughboys had been picked off one by one by the huns, hidden in the trees. But Joe knew someone must get through and warn the b...