"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
My name is Ken. I live in a small town south of Dallas. It's real conservative cause most of us have been "born again." I'm 20 years old and I have a story that I think ya'll will enjoy hearing. Before I start I want to make one thing clear. I ain't no fag! I hate fags and queers. But as one of my clients likes to say "circumstances have brought me to my kne...
This story is a slow boil...but I hope you enjoy it. This may contain story lines of race that may be offensive to some of you. Please stop reading if it does and find another story more suitable for you. Part 1 My name is Nick, and at 6"2" I'm fairly tall for an Asian guy. It's probably why people sometimes think I'm Samoan or something like that, especia...
Blowies in the Bathroom The morning of the wedding had been way too hectic for Nick. He'd woken up early, showered vigorously, ironed the shit out of his clothes, went through half of a lint-roller and spayed himself with so much cologne he was sure that people in airplanes overhead would be able to detect his movements by smell alone. The drive to Francis'...
It was Monday of the second week of August when Gabe knocked on my open door, a week before training was supposed to start. I looked up and was startled to see his familiar bulk in my doorway. "Hey coach," he said. He had a huge grin on his face. "Gabe!" I said, and leapt up to greet him. We hugged. Maybe we held the hug a bit long. It had been several m...
Liam returns to the resort and to Matt. Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his help with editing. ========== "You okay, sport?" "Huh? Uh, yeah. Sure." Mary Beth nods. Her son is clearly not 'okay'. He's been silent since they left his dad's. She understands, or she thinks she does. Liam grew up in that house. He spent very little time with her. Her old s...
I heard a knock at my door and went to check who it was. Looking through the peep hole my heart started racing when I saw my ex there. I opened the door a little asking what he wanted. He pushed me aside and said, "Hey bitch, miss me?" I started to stammer and try to respond when he slapped me across the face. "That was for thinking you don't have to take...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: You will probably enjoy this story much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-2 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. All characters depicted in this story are over 18. ***** They stood in the airless trailer, sweating: the beefy, muscular, clean-shaven man, and t...
Author's Note - The voices in my head are still sexually harassing me. ~Dayne Chapter Two – On Finger-Banging Cheerleaders I'm not completely sure why we're tabling for yet another week during the summer session. But, Kiley thinks she can keep the GSA active even though most of our members went home for the summer, and somehow I'm roped into this. I hones...
Thanks to rexbrookdale for helping to edit this story. All characters are at least 18 years old. ***** Night has always suited me better. I've never understood morning people and their love of sunrises. No matter how many shades or curtains I have drawn, that blinding light slithers in to bite at my eyes. I fight it, roll over, bury my head between pil...