"I hate thunderstorms," said my cousin after the latest crack of lightning and flash of light streaming through the room. This wasn't really the welcome that I had imagined. Mom had thought "learning about life out west" with her brother (my uncle) and his family would be good for me. Toughen me up. And so, here I was, on my first night here, wide awake fro...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I packed my bag, and I would be on the next bus out that night, I would arrive late afternoon, My Uncle and Aunt had six kids all grown up, most married or moved out, owning their own farms in the area, their youngest son my age was a tall young man about six foot three, massive a...
A week without locating Todd anywhere, and Hardesty was beginning to question whether he'd ever find him. He'd either gone to ground or to another city—or maybe home. Maybe Hardesty would need to find a way to get information on Todd's background out of the manager of that club where Todd had been dancing the pole. Maybe Hardesty would need to lean on that g...
Thank you for following Ryan from the Judge Ordered Slavery story to the Farm Boi series. This started as a series that had some of my own life experiences. We are way beyond that now. I don't know about other writers, but when I start something I have an idea...and then sometimes those characters come alive inside of my mind and take over the story. I becom...
Growing up on a farm in West Texas in the 70's was a time in my life that I will never forget. Especially this particular summer. It was the bi-centennial summer of 1976. It was also the summer that I would come to realize my true self as far as what I wanted in a partner. Girls were always the talk among friends. At my age it was just that all talk. But for...
A familiar tightening in his stomach, and clenching in his balls, made him pop his eyes open suddenly. He knew what was about to happen and he reached out to grab Logan's wrist in an attempt to stop him. Logan squeezed tighter and suddenly Mark was squirting thick stream over their stomachs and Logan's hands. Logan did not pause his assault. Instead, he move...
Winter break had come and gone we had said goodbye to 1977 and hello to 1978. My winter break was spent in complete and total bliss. I had spent the holidays with Tye being his adoring companion. I catered to his every need and kept his little tiny one-bedroom apartment in immaculate order. Being a poor college student on break from school I concentrated on...
Author's Note I want to apologize for the chapter taking so long. I was out of town for most of July and didn't have easy access to a word processor or the internet. I also want to apologize for those of you who have emailed me. I had forgotten that I created a new email account tied directly to my Literotica profile; I thought I had used my regular email....
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...
For fifteen years after the end of World War II, the British government retained conscription. Young men of eighteen were called up to serve two years National Service in the armed forces. Some guys were sent to fight in wars, some to defend the last turbulent outposts of the British Empire; I was sent to Germany where I got fucked bow legged. Of all the s...