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Disclaimer: This story may contain scenes of a graphical nature that may not be legal in your area. If you are under 18, or if material of this nature is illegal in your present location, please leave now. By reading on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, p...
May 14th, 1969 was a day that Kenny Holmes would never forget, and not because it happened to be his 18th birthday either. It was a day that he had been looking forward to for quite some time, and the anticipation was making his heart race as the bus neared the end of the route. Kenny got off the bus a block before his destination because he didn't want to...
Groton had wanted to get off by 9:30 the next morning, avoiding the worst of the earlier morning rush hours around the Baltimore and Washington, D.C., beltways, but it was closer to 10:30 before the two vehicles got packed with luggage and photographic equipment and nosed into the I-95 traffic south toward Washington. In addition to Groton, Spike, and Rick,...
"My, immaculate dream, made breath and skin. I've been waiting for you." -Duran Duran Chapter 4: Anger. One could call it a negative emotion. But acting out on it, with the right person, with a willing man, could make a memory that lasted forever. I burned with anger. The angry fire fueled my lust. I would never forget that night. The silence overwhelmed...
Welcome to part three of my story. Read and enjoy like my other two chapters. Any comments and suggestions can be sent to me via my profile. * I replayed last night's action in my mind. It all seemed like a dream really, but I forced myself to open my eyes and come to life. It was no dream, there was Theo lying against me, and I was still holding him tight...
He was back in town from boot camp before being shipped over. We met at the movies. He was in his uniform. His marine uniform. He was so breathtakingly handsome and masculine and military that my knees went weak. I have always had a weakness for uniforms. Police, military, whatever. We were both getting popcorn before the show, and how I wished that I coul...
This the second to last chapter, we've jumped ahead in time and while the other stories were written chronologically this one is written in flashbacks. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. If you would be interested... I am considering writing the first chapter again from Owen's perspective (only the first chapter). Let me know if you are into this idea. Artie...
Let us take a breather from the kabuki of this January, an intermission of sorts. Let me show you how Brandon and I have sharpened our own knives with our eyes wide open for four years since we were in high school before stabbing each other now. "Echoes start as a cross in you, Trembling noises that come too soon Spatial movement which seems to you, Resona...
Thanks for checking this story out. I'm not finished with this series yet (six chapters deep right now), but i anticipate it will be between 8-10 chapters long. I hope you stick around to the finish, so to speak... ;) -PDreadful ***** Ben DeLuca was dreaming. Candice from HR was blowing him, her lips candy apple red as she sucked his dick in until it hit...