A little tale of first love or at least first obsession. All characters are over 18. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. =========== "What's the problem, Rich? You forget where the exit is?" "No, coach. I was running over the mistakes I made in practice and telling myself to get started on my Freshman English composition." Rich mentally congratulated himse...
First Sergeant succumbs to horny corporal [A true story as told to me by a contributor. Names, places, etc. have been changed] Dedicated to LUCMAN85 The Wager At Ford Ord, California, in 1989 (five years before they closed "the most beautiful Army fort in the USA"), I sat in a Jeep drinking coffee from a Thermos with a gay soldier, one Private O'Connell....
Life seemed to return to relative normalcy surprisingly quickly after that incident. After our talk Kyle and I fell into a comfortable new phase in our relationship. That phase included his bedding Dante and me fucking around a lot with my pledge mates. For the most part we kept these new activities somewhat discrete from each other. It wasn't so much planne...
I tied the belt of the pink silk robe around my waist, took a deep breath, and knocked on Mister T's door. He'd told me to knock on his door at 10 o'clock, and I waited until the last possible second. "Come in!" I heard him yell. I wasn't surprised to see Billy there. It did surprise me to see what he was wearing: a shiny, black leather thong. When he turn...
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob. My ex-wife used to call me Robert, although it was inva...
[All characters are over the age of 18] Todd and Brad had been at camp for about three days and were sitting on the front porch, looking out over the lake and relaxing after having lunch. Neither was in that big a hurry to get back to fishing. They had been fishing just about non-stop since they had arrived and they had caught a ton of fish. Besides, the fi...
The flight from Birmingham to Vienna wasn't full—at least business class wasn't. Trent had been told to avoid any of the London airports in proceeding to his next assignment and that had paid off in terms of how crowded the flight was. This had at least one other benefit as well. A cute little flight attendant, looking much the same as Trent—passing at firs...
In a land far from here many years ago, there were but two classes of people. There were the owners and there were the owned. It was into this world that Jarrod was born. He was born owned. His parents, if you could call them that, were owned by Mistress Delschant. She was a famous breeder of slaves in her day and her slave sales were the most popular in th...
Over breakfast, while my Uncle Rob was describing the sight that had greeted him when he'd opened our bedroom door that morning, he said the first thing that struck him was the snarl on my face. "The snarl?" Marcus had asked. "Don't you mean smirk?" "No, Shane was definitely snarling," Uncle Rob chuckled over at us, pouring some milk on his cornflakes. "Ey...
"So, tell me about you and Marcus," my dad said after he'd sat himself down opposite me with his glass of white wine. "What's there to tell?" I asked with a shrug after taking a deep gulp from the beer he'd handed me. I was more used to being passed a glass of coke or Sprite but now that I'd spent my first term at university and was seen as 'all growed up',...