Matt's tongue was hanging out even before they entered Loudon County in Perry's Mustang, as well-groomed estate after large country mansion rolled by in gorgeous rolling countryside along the eastern foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. As an architecture student, he was in heaven. He was wearing a new form-fitting shirt and slacks from Joseph A. Banks and...
It was something of a coup, as a journalist, to get an interview with the ambassador of a Middle Eastern country. I had been working on it for months, putting out feelers and befriending staff. It was a bit like infiltrating the embassy, like a spy might do, but I wasn't troublemaker: I was in the business of demystifying things. That's what i do. I talk to...
My mother married young; I was born when she was only 18. Her younger brother was only 6 when I was born. We lived only three doors away from mom's folks, and my uncle was like a god to me. When I was 9, he was 15, and kayaking in the Pennsylvania mountains, and shooting rats at the Doylestown borough dump. He was the star on his high school baseball team, a...
Sam Winterberry, who had been sitting beyond the fence at the side of the court with the entourages from the palace and embassy, plucked at my arm as we passed each other and hissed, "Get to the showers ahead of him, Jack. Give him a show. I've been watching; he's interested." I didn't look around to the man who'd spoken. I'd been told not to acknowledge his...
Greetings, citizens of the world. My name is Jameson Lycos Brandeis. A tall, good-looking young black man with a rather unique story to tell. I'm a young Haitian man who lives in the state of Massachusetts. Currently, I attend the Massachusetts Military Institute or MMI. It's the largest military college in the state. Actually, it's one of the few remaining...
Author's Note: To my readers: starting with this Chapter, Part 10, I'm going to try to make the chapters a bit shorter, so I can upload more often. I had hoped to get past DJ 20th Birthday and Thanksgiving with this one, but they will be early in Part 11. (I think, I never know what these characters are going to do to upset my script!) * * * * * * From t...
"Hail to the Tutweilers. Charles, Anne, hello. So good of the American embassy to send a contingent to the polo match. And who might this young man with you be?" Marc looked up at the imposing figure astride the equally massive and magnificent horse. Charles had told him who the rider was before he'd broken away from his team after the first chukka and had...
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...
I'm Michele, a 19 year old cross dresser. I enjoy going for long drives out in the country side. Sometimes I would pass farms where there were young Amish men would be working. On hot days the men would take off their shirts as the toiled in the fields. I almost wrecked on a number of occasions staring at them and wondering what it would be like to have one...
We were in training for our next deployment, learning different combat maneuvers and what not. I first laid eyes on Jason in the gym after training. He was new to the unit so we had not yet talked. I felt myself get hard at the view of his muscles glistening with sweat as be worked out. I knew then that I wanted to be his. I'm Phil, I was in the Air Force...