I was driving to confront the parents of Jake Jones, my son Billy's bully. Since freshman year Jake had tormented my son, but the school made minimal effort to do anything since Jake was a star athlete and the son of a wealthy donor. Graduation was a week away but I had decided enough was enough. I won't lie though, I was nervous. I'm a passive, skinny man...
Note: English isn't my mother tongue so have that in mind when reading, but I tried my best. Sorry for the grammar mistakes and all that jazz; be kind about it or better yet, let me know what I'm doing wrong in a respectful way. I will be publishing more often... at least for this series. Hope you enjoy! *** "Our star judge finally dares to show up!" Kenda...
Will paced back and forth in his dressing room as he recited the lines over and over to himself. Tomorrow was the first day of shooting; the first day he had to make a whole audience of people believe he was gay. It's not that he had anything against gays, or that he felt like he was above them, but he had a sort of disconnect, and wondered if this role was...
Sorry folks for the delay in posting this chapter. I get so little feedback and you write barely any comments that I began to think you may have lost interest in this series. Oh well...here goes another chapter.... -------------------------------------------- The exhaustion I felt on Monday morning was palpable. I was never exactly a morning person, but af...
I had to move out of my home of the last ten years when the man I loved told me he didn't love me anymore. I had expected us to one day marry. Instead of asking for my hand in marriage, he asked me to move out. No explanation why, just that he no longer loved me. Heart broke and wounded, I did. I took my dignity and what meager belongings I had and moved in...
It's Saturday and I don't feel like being bothered. My not so little twenty something keeps texting me. He wants to see me again tonight. I haven't decided if I'm in the mood yet. I can't let these tops have what they want when they want it. I give him coy, I'll think about it responses. When I'm in the gym he sends me a pic of his hard dick. My hole twitche...
I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been mo...
It was a long shot, but Langley said the station in Mongu had to do something, so quick plans were made and a team from the special section was sent out to Central Africa. A new war lord had risen in the remote province to the east, and, as remote as the province was, it was about the most important region to U.S. interests in the whole of Africa. The magic...
I awoke about an hour later, I was a bit groggy. I tried to rub my eyes but found resistance against my own movements. I shook the sleep from my head and tried again to move my arms, but found they were working against each other. "What the fuck?" I asked sleepily, not really expecting an answer. I pulled and twisted but found my arms were firmly tied togeth...
When I turned thirty, I decided to treat myself to a month in Thailand. Bangkok is like Third World Asia on steroids. A wild clash of dusty streets jammed with taxis and tuk tuks that veer off into tranquil and immaculate temple compounds. On scorching hot days I visited the Royal Palace, Wat Pho with its massive, reclining Buddha, and the ancient, stone...