Chapter 02: Conformation "I see I've done it at last." Double chins jiggled as Mrs. Featherwink chuckled and gave herself a congratulatory slap on the leg. "I'm prepared to take the next step." Gordy lifted his hand to silence Mrs. F. "One that I will finance." "Please, let me treat you this time." Her smile seemed genuine, but Gordy knew the bill would r...
I stepped out of his closet into paradise. Color and light. Huge windows. Space. Bookshelves to the ceiling. Purple walls. Hec's bed looked like something out of Middle Earth-- a four poster made out of tree trunks. Its roots appeared to sprout from out of the floor, and vines carved and wound around the trucks from base to canopy and across. No mistaking...
All characters are a work of fiction and are over the age of 18, just like you should be if you wish to read this story. Love any feedback on this story and future stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I didn't tell anyone about what happen at the movies. I felt ashamed but excited all at the same time about the experience. My head couldn't wrap around...
All of my stories are drawn from experiences I have had. This last is a composite of several experiences I have had, as none of them alone would be more than a page long. -------- The older you get, the less you care about what most people think, and the more you care about the opinions of a select few. And when those few fall out of touch with you, it's...
The classroom was empty except for one kid sitting in the front row. The kid, technically at 18 a man, was me, and while the school buses had left I had remained. Whether or not I was going to be joined by my science teacher, Mr. Arthur, remained to be seen. I had given Mr. Arthur a note on my way out of class earlier that day, the last day of school, and a...
Lester Logan was feeling out of sorts, as he had been for a long time. He is a gay man, although mostly still in the closet, and had been missing the few close sex buddies he had gotten to know so well before beginning classes at State University. That had been over a month ago and, in that time, his needy ass remained unfucked and his mouth had not been fil...
Here's my story, it's sad but true. About a guy, that I once knew. He took my love, then... hey, you know the rest. Yes, I was the small-town slut, always up for mischief. The sure-thing. A scrawny kid with acne. No-one's dream date, that's for sure. But I know the rules, and I'm cool with it. Yet I can still taste the sense of shame and betrayal I felt over...
Usual disclaimers apply. Please let me know your thoughts on the story, but if it is criticism try to make it constructive. Additionally, if you find yourself similar to Philip and are a normally alpha guy during the day that would love to submit to a younger guy, please message me. *** Josh had been looking forward to career day, even more than usual. In...
Still going through those letters. Fitz seems to have been one of the only one of Oscar's friends to commit this much detail to paper. Others, notably a chap I'll call Fitz and another called Wood, don't do it as often, while Oscar's cousin Litton, a complete rake, tended to go through so many he couldn't remember many details. But Fitz is down for the blow-...
The following account of late 19th century sexual torment was taken from the journal of Daniel Nickels, the Captain of the brig Waccamaw during the Civil War. The journal was discovered hidden behind a wall during recent renovations at the Bellaire Plantation in Savannah, Georgia, where the Captain lived after the war. As the two tormentors stood at the...