"No Dustin," Jacob Gordon said as he leaned over his student's shoulder. "That's not a debit - it's a credit - and that should go over to this column. You know better than that." "Oh yeah," the young man said, scratching his long blond hair with the eraser end of his pencil before before correcting the mistake, and as the senior citizen looked over the shou...
Chapter 3: Back to School Labor Day in Virginia is pretty much the last day of summer. Most public schools go back the following day. This sleepy little town had a final summer celebration with a concert and vendors downtown. The few local businesses were all decked out and ready for the last of the few tourists that came through. The stage was set up a cou...
The first time is always a bitch. That's what everybody tells you, and for me, the old adage keeps proving to be the case. I am a married man—23 years—with four kids, ages fifteen to twenty-one, so I'm what they call "old enough to know better." That's why when I first received an invitation to a JO party I told myself I had lived a quiet respectable life in...
I shouldn't have been surprised to see Gordon Fields standing next to the vintage Bentley when our plane floated down onto the tarmac at the Key West International Airport, but I was. It hit me then that I hadn't really given any thought to Theo Kline's invitation to visit him in Key West or to where life had taken him in the nearly two decades since that su...
As sixty seven year old Everett Horton sat on the edge of the motel room bed waiting for his new acquaintance to emerge from the bathroom, his mind kept going back a half a century to a motel room even more dingy that this one in Colonie, New York was. Back then Everett wasn't the old geezer waiting at the bed. He was the lad in the bathroom getting dressed...
It was early evening and Len sat in the club quietly enjoying his pint. He'd been a member since shortly after Rose had passed away a couple of years earlier and he found he needed company other than his own. It wasn't particularly regal but it was warm, the beer was a good price, and the majority of members were of a similar age to his own. 'Penny for 'em....
This is my first time uploading a story in this format so hopefully it isn't screwed up. If it is, I apologize. ------------------------------------------- The next morning, Jackson woke to the warmth and familiarity of his own mattress. He sighed and leaned further into his pillow, pulling the blankets up around his bare shoulders. "Jackson," Jane said...
First let me introduce myself. I'm a 50 year old married male that works as a computer consultant and get's called out to work on computers in residences. My work takes me all over the city and I get to meet a large variety of people. Recently I was called out to a home of a retired elderly couple in their 70s. It seems that their computer had a virus and t...
The humour was infectious. Not that it was a funny book, just that the way the story was told tickled Grant just right. And he was, he realized belatedly, stroking himself off as he imagined fucking the book's hero, Robert. It was the tenth Robert book and also the latest one, fresh off the press. Grant had only discovered them 18 months before so the time...
The concluding chapter of "The Adventures of Urlen". After my return home I wrote by hand to Steve and Anne to thank them for their hospitality. Knowing that Anne did not use a computer I also e-mailed Steve to say how much I had enjoyed meeting him so intimately again. Ten days later I received a remarkable letter back from him. He must have typed it quick...