My life story is a sad one. So sad, it might as well not have existed in the first place. My mother ignores me completely. Well, calling her mother is giving her bit too much credit. No, her title should be 'woman who stood idly by while her baby boy morphed into a teen and became able to take care of himself'. Anyway, I was born from a hell hole, her hell h...
Parallels with real life folks, entertainment purposes only. ***************** I stayed at my brother's place for a few days to play with my niece and just in general be brotherly. You know, minus the sex but that was only a minor technicality. I let Carey know I was going to stay in New Jersey until Thursday so imagine my lack of surprise when my phone go...
Where it all began was at gym class in my freshman year of college. Gym was a course requirement for freshmen and I couldn't wait for it be over. I was skinny and weighed only about 130 pounds. I was not at all athletic and one of the smaller guys in the class. Fortunately though there was another guy named Alex, who like me, was also decidedly not jock mate...
Although I never get anything more than a trim, Great Nips is my go-to hair salon. The stylists are beautiful, and they can do everything: 'dos, perms, braids, dyes, extensions, even mani-pedis. Their prices are cheap, too—well, as far as men's haircuts go, anyway. Fourteen bucks, and customers are in and out of the chair in twenty minutes, tops. I always ha...
My name is Dan Morton. I am single and a junior partner in a large CPA firm in San Diego, where I have worked since graduating from college two years ago. I live in a neat condo complex close to the beach, with a nice exercise room and pool. The exercise room is important to me because I'm into body building -- not extreme stuff - just good muscle tone. Mo...
"Did anyone follow us here?" Peter looked over his shoulder, face sweating. "No." The lobby door closed behind them, shutting out the steamy air from the parking lot. "Thank goodness for air conditioning." Peter mopped his face with a handkerchief he took from the breast pocket of his rumpled suit. The beaded moisture soaked into the cloth and left only a...
(c) Copyright jvaughn, 2013, 2014. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Chapter Seventeen Guy was going insane. He had gallons of adrenaline running through his system and nothing to do but sit there staring at taillights. He could sense Mel. He knew, of course, that his mate was at the church, not...
© Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. * Lights came on automatically as they came to the end of the tunnel, illuminating a small parking area and an elevator. Guy's motorcycle was parked to one side as was an early 1960's black Cadillac that appeared to be in perfect condit...
He stood there staring at me from across the warehouse, as I sat sharpening a flay. There was clearly a lot on his mind, a lot! The guards all looked at me, not liking the fact that I had such a dangerous object in my hand. Eventually, the boy came over, taking a deep breath. "Okay..." Devari began, "Why are you here?" "Why am I here?" I responded, conti...
I'd spent numerous evenings over the past couple of years, down at the local art college as a life model. The courses usually started in the winter, when I would arrive and pose fully clothed for a semi-circle of students, who were armed with pencils, charcoal, and oversized sketch-books. As the seasons warmed through winter, spring, and into summer, I woul...