The ride to the station didn't take long. Logan and Harvey kept telling me that chief Wood was their boss and that I should show proper respect. That when every single word of his is an order and that I should be a really good boy. I assured them that it wouldn't be a problem and then they talked about how useful could I be around the station. That made my h...
My Cycling Holiday to the Outer Hebrides Yes! Five o'clock on Friday at last. I finished work and quickly cycled home. I was going on my holidays in the morning to the Outer Hebrides. A long train journey, a cycle run and then catch the ferry to North Uist. My plan was to cycle right down the islands and catch the ferry back to the mainland from South Uist....
Maybe I'm just stupid. Maybe that's the reason. I have to learn and relearn the same lesson over and over: Sometimes our dreams and goals spin around and bite us in the ass. I'm Chip Beaker. I'm in a lot of trouble. And it all started with that damn apartment. Way out on Santa Monica, it sat high over the street and glimpsed the big, blue Pacific, out ther...
(Journey to Mirage is a fifteen-chapter gay male novel of a young man's journey into the totality of the gay male life as he crosses the United States from Baltimore to Arizona as a "star" of a "fantasy experiences" movie being filmed en route to a gay film festival in Mirage, Arizona. Chapters will post approximately every two days and will be completed wit...
Saturday I slept most of the day recovering from my night with Bandit. My throat was raw from all the deep throating I had done. I got out of bed and grabbed a beer to cool my throat. It felt really good as the cold beer slid down my throat. I checked my stash and saw the ½ a kilo, the deering, and the spoon as well as my weed and rolling papers. I smiled....
Hey guys, Here are two short additions to the story, and I hope this will temporary satisfy the wait. Please comment and suggest how this story should continue on. I have ideas, but I was to see other perspectives as well. Don't forget to vote! Your support is my only source of motivation to continue on with this story! echoi1995 Chapter 2.2 The Explanati...
This story actually has two different versions: a gay version between two men and a lesbian version between two women. Since there are categories for each, I thought I would write a version for each. This is the gay version. Mark Jenkins lay back on his bunk staring up at the bunk above him. He was working on the second half of a 25-year sentence for killi...
Note: See "Was I Raped" * 15 minutes after my new Daddy fucked me, I met him back in the bar. The sexual haze having worn off, I planned on setting him straight. "Look you brute," I said, mustering all the indignity I could. "I don't appreciate you bullying me like you did. I have half a mind to call the cops on you." Slap. Daddy had grabbed me by my up...
Paul first saw him in the prison library. His name was Dexter, and Paul helped him find a book. An adventure book with words that weren't too difficult to comprehend. Paul felt a chill go up his spine when their hands brushed against each other—and he knew. Dexter was an indescribable mix of races that pretty much resolved itself into "mean." Skin that came...
"I have had it with you! Seriously Michael, this is the last straw." Janean glowered at Mikey as she stood, hands on her hips, tapping one foot and ranting angrily. "When are you ever going to learn?" "Now, just calm down baby." Mikey's father stood up from his chair and moved to her side. "Just give the kid a chance to explain. He said it was all a mistake...