So I'm making a story during Christmas break. Certain characters in this story are based on real people. Please respect them. Although the story itself is only from my wishful imagination... and some bits of reality. Also, the system of school that I experienced during my preschool, primary, intermediate, and high school years could be kind of different dep...
A/N: And we're here! Last chapter with a little bit more drama and hopefully a tying up of loose ends - and a cutesie epilogue. Enjoy. *** Chapter sixteen Seb Luckily for me, Ollie is a night-owl. So I decide to occupy him, keep him up late with some well-aimed flutters and coy glances. "You okay, Seb?" Ollie puts down his textbook and gives me his atte...
This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. When I was 18 back in the Sixties, in my last year of high school, I met the school bus every day at the gate of the Army post where my father was stationed. Those were confusing years. I was still trying to decide if I wanted to go on to college or get a job -- maybe even enlist in the Army like my father ha...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** All characters are 18+ *** My father never asked me if I wanted supper before his friends came over. Once they arrived, they would get to eat and drink whatever they wanted. I watch them slobber over steaks, excavate their mashed potatoes, and wash it all down with pints of blon...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Michael set down the groceries and looked around the kitchen. "Avery?" He whispered. There was no answer. He slowly pulled the ripe green pear from the bag and tip toed over to the sink quickly. He washed the juicy fruit and was about to take a bite when the fruit flew from his hands and into the trash. "God damn it, I just want a pear! I...
When the scheme first got started, it seemed to be no big deal, really. By then there wasn't anything to protect and after the first time as part of the boarding house service there wasn't that much to be embarrassed about either. My family came to Asheville when I was just ten. For me, it was an improvement over the dreary coal mining towns of western Penn...
I was eighteen, let's say, the first time I tasted cock. I dropped to my knees, fumbled nervously with the zip, glanced up for a second at his face, and then pulled his soft cock out into the air. I stared at it and I thought: I must be gay. It looked amazing. Maybe four inches long, not so soft anymore, with a tuft of light brown hair above it, a few wisps...
"Yes, I can certainly do that. No, it won't disturb plans I'd already made. No, don't worry. And . . . I'm really sorry. Yes, until then, the afternoon of the 23rd. No, no problem in getting down there by then. Yes. Again, I'm really sorry about that. Yes, you're right; we've lost out on too much time. Until then. Good-bye." "No plans, did I hear you say?"...
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please read at least Part 2 to get a feel for the characters. This episode involves reluctance/coercion, so go elsewhere if not your preference. +++++++++++++++++ Our son had just turned three, and my wife felt it was important to take him to see his Great Grandmother. I couldn't imagine any torture worse than spending five...
Editor's Note: story contains incest content. * Gordon Proctor had been watching the breathing of the lump beside him in the bed for almost an hour, and after sleep finally overtook his wife of 31 years he gently lifted the sheet a bit so he could slide out of the bed without disturbing her. A look back as he reached the door just to confirm that Eloise P...