A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...
Josh moves in and then takes Kyle home to meet his parents Moving in with your lover might seem a simple thing to accomplish, especially when you are a second semester, college freshman. After all, how many boxes does it take to move out of a cramped dorm room you have shared for a chunk of seven months? You can only accumulate so much 'stuff' that's actual...
"I'll go with him." "Of course you will," the Lazy S foreman said, turning and giving me a leer and a snicker. I thought that was a bit mean because Sam wasn't getting anything the foreman hadn't gotten before him. Who was he to be showing judgmental? The foreman told Sam that someone needed to go up to the Culbertson farm up the valley half way to the top...
Hello, everyone. One more story on gorgeous hunky gay guys. -Elenia Lieutenant Rafe Firehawk arose from his cot where he had been writing a letter. It was time to go check on the disposition of his men. His Captain had told him there would be an announcement tonight that he was to pass on, so he wanted to be there early. He pulled his boots on and headed...
In the small farming community of Beatrice, the folks have called Brent Greyson "Grey" for short ever since he had been a child. Now, well into his thirties, Grey still resided on his inherited family farmland just on the outskirts of Beatrice Country. Farming was hard work, and life hadn't recently been terribly kind to Grey, but he loved the land, and he e...
Chapter 1 I could not believe it; my application for an apprenticeship had been granted. I was to start next week at the oil refinery. OK, sheet metal work was not the most romantic of professions but at least it paid well for an apprentice and that was all that mattered to me. I could learn a trade and get paid well for it in the process. I had just turne...
When I was in my twenties, hitching a ride was a common thing to see because a lot of people didn't have a vehicle. Nowadays it seems pretty rare to see someone with their thumb out. And there is (and always was) an element of risk when picking up a stranger - you can never be sure they aren't psychos. I hadn't given anyone a ride for years, and would usuall...
I'm so grateful to all the readers who have reached out and become friends. For those of you who haven't reached out yet, go ahead. I try to answer each note individually. I poured a lot of myself, hard work, sweat, and tears into this story. I hope you find it one of your favorites. Enjoy! MJ MONTANA Part 3 Chapter 9 That night at 11:30 when I knock...
"So here we are now: a sip of wine, a sip of water. Someday maybe, maybe someday we'll be smarter." - Jimmy Eat World I. I laid on a thick layer of straw in the barn. He let me stay that night after my farm work was done. His few acres of land were hidden away from the city. The little barn was silent besides the occasional chirping frog and a train horn i...
Not a word was shared between the boys at breakfast and each was set at different chores for the day. Supper passed, the chat being mostly about the farm and chores completed. Preston went first to the outhouse and then to the pump to wash up while Sean and Mrs. Reagan cleaned up the table and kitchen. After Sean had washed thoroughly he went to his bed roll...