Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
That Saturday evening in late November on the occasion of my 25th high school reunion I expected to have a good time chatting with old friends, many of whom I had not seen in 25 years. Lynn Millan, a petite blond who had been my first ever date, had contacted me with a beautifully written invitation. It did not surprise me that the girl who had served two ye...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
I decided to go to my High School reunion. I don't know why, I hadn't been home in years, not since graduating High School actually. Typical story, I went off to University and never returned. It wasn't that I hated where I grew up, I just wanted to be somewhere else, like many kids. I had a fairly normal upbringing. I lived with my parents, no brothers or...
The last few years I've thought a lot about some naughty fun I had with my buddy Kevin back in my late teens. Today I'm married and in my mid fifties. I guess I'm basically straight, but I find myself fanaticizing more and more about messing around with guys the way I did for a short time back in my late teens. What follows is one of the things I did. I'll s...
Author's Note: This is not a one-dimensional story, characters and plots take a while to develop. If you are looking for something for self-gratification, look elsewhere. Also, if you are not of age, please find more appropriate material to view. If scenes of homosexuality gross you out, what are you doing in the GAY MALE section anyway? Julian Claymore mad...
Chuck Fisher. There he was, drinking a cheap beer under the dim lights of the Groom Ramada's Bay Field Hall. I let the door swish shut behind me and when I looked again his brown eyes were right on mine. I looked back. Let him see me, let me see him. He tilted his face to the floor, sucked in the mouth of his bottle. Then he peeked back up at me. I moved o...
Saturday, March 14 2:15PM CDT Little Rock, AR Drew Weeks Four of us from my team were going to nationals. Three of us had spent nearly all of our spare time together since the trip back from Birmingham on the bus. Four of us had been ridden hard in the daily practices we've had since regionals. Three of us had difficulty finding places to be alone togeth...
NOTE: OMG Guys. Thanks for the feedback. I promise I will try hard to stop the confusing change of POV.J And I really need an editor, can't find one. I tried the list in the website but nobody replied. So, I am saying sorry in advanced for errors and stuff. Also, any volunteers? Send me your email through private feedback and I will send you the new chapte...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...