Chapter 2: New Beginnings We left before the moving truck, trusting that they would finish loading up and get on the road as soon as possible. My parents each drove their own car; they decided the best route would be through Maryland and across the Bay Bridge onto the Delmarva Peninsula and then all the way to almost the end of peninsula. After searching ma...
At the age of nineteen, I entered the military and was stationed in Florida; although I'd had several girlfriends, this was the '60s . . . . and I was still a virgin. I had great expectations that this would change, now that I was in the 'Sunshine State' --with all the beaches and bikinis, I'd heard about. But, four months later, I was still innocent in the...
*Sorry for the delay, I was on a weekend trip and I wasn't able to write for a few days. All characters are 18+* * Adriel slept. The new addition to Christopher's household was exhausted, and moments after their brief friendly 'conversation' he had started crying again. Christopher didn't know where Adriel had come from, how old he was, or even if he was...
It's Wednesday morning and I am scurrying around the house getting ready to go kayaking, as I have done almost every Wednesday for months now. The weather is beautiful, but hot since it is now summer in southwest Florida. Got to get out on the water before the heat and humidity set in and it becomes oppressive. My wife expresses surprise that I have taken...
In my opening story, I described my initiation to the joy of gay sex; I was away from home for the first time in my life, and hungering for my first sexual experience. Well, I got my first "taste" of sex, by way of sucking my First Sergeant's 11-inch cock to orgasm, and swallowing his seed--after he'd orally taken advantage of me, when I had too much to drin...
Part Two: Stephen Stephen and I hadn't known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to my day school at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and help him to settle in and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day, we had fini...
Marshall loaded the back of the beat-up old black pick-up with their fishing gear. Although the sedan was better for going out of town, the Chevy truck was their ride around town. He loaded the coolers, too: one for the beer and food they'd pick up, and one for any fish they might catch—they always caught fish, that was a given. And oh the things Lee could d...
Chapter #37 This story is dedicated to all the real Super Heroes of our time - The Service men and women of our Armed Forces and First Responders. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead...
The Finn Master 6100 Royal, a 6.01 meter by 2.3 meter boat rocked gently on the water about three miles off the beach. It was ideal for fishing. Seated on the boat's port side bench, I held my fishing line straight down into the water. My friend sat on the starboard side. Between us there was a bucket of small bait fish. The bow faced toward the horizon. A...
*Wow! Thank you so much for the kind words and support. I've decided to rearrange some things and this story will conclude with Chapter 17. Please keep your feedback coming!* Chapter 15: Bait a Hook "What are you feeding an army?" Rob asked as I closed the lid on a large cooler. "Maybe." I smirked and bent over to lift the heavy cooler. "Let me get an...