I was 19 years old, and a good friend of mine and I were very close. I liked him a lot. Part of me thought about him all the time and I was sure that I liked him in a much different way. I liked girls and had "dated" a few, kissed but hadn't had sex with them, but Frank was different. He and I laughed together, hung out together, fished together, and spent a...
After my first encounter, with Bob the older man that had caught me skinny dipping previously. I spent many quite hours rethinking what had happened, that day. I was slightly confused about the way I willingly had let Bob do as he wished, and how much I'd enjoyed it. It might seem that I was coerced into complying with his requests. Yes he had hidden my cl...
Lance had not left the house in three weeks. Even so, the freezer remained stocked to overflowing with those thrown-together concoctions that, in other parts of the country were called casseroles, but here were called "Minnesota hot dishes". There was one, he knew, that contained soggy tater tots. Well meaning friends had dropped by for the first three days,...
Point of view is important in a story. This story deals strictly from the wife's point of view from learning about her husband is bisexual and how she should deal with it. This started off as a normal Saturday; I did the routine chores in the morning and a couple of loads of laundry. When the morning was half over Jim, our neighbor, showed up to watch the g...
Prolog, yeah I know the fishing and camping stories have been done to death. To be honest it is one of my favorite plot lines. So here is my version of a well used and worn out plot line. My two buddies and I have been planning this trip for a long time. The first fishing outing of a season has turned in to a tradition for us. The Midwest winters seem to ge...
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...
"I don't think you'll find it that easy. I think . . . oh, here they are." Randy broke off his sentence and went into a pose at the semicircular banquette seat in the dimly lit hotel bar. He'd drawn attention to the entrance of the bar, where three men were standing, about to enter. I knew one of them, of course—Angelo, my pimp. He was Randy's and my pimp t...
Chapter 1 Planning the fishing trip. I told my wife I wanted to plan a fishing trip with my best friend from High school. We were still best friends, but now that we were both married with children and lived 5 * hours from each other, we just didn't see each other but twice a year (and even then, surrounded by family). It would be nice to spend some time...
Benny Treadway and Frank Stone were long time pals. Grew up together in the northern countryside of Georgia, both born in 1974, a point of mutuality that latched them together after it landed them a seat in the same high school class. A brief introduction after the first day of senior year was enough to flush the pair into a lifelong routine. Quick to ramble...
One night, we came up with the idea of guy's retreat...to get away from things, take a week to camp and spend some time hiking and fishing. Nice in concept but we both knew there would be far more hiking, because neither of us really have the patience, required for fishing. We planned things over the next few weeks and finally the departure was upon us. The...