i was asked to describe my nastiest fantasy, that ever came true. Ever see those older men, 55-70, that aren't homeless, but hang around the gas stations, minimarts, and walk off into the woods after buying a beer with the money they get from can collecting? Well, i've always wondered if i could suck one. Would i? i thought about it every so often when i wo...
This story is a fantasy, nothing more. It's not real; please don't leave feedback saying that you can't believe that this really happened. If you don't like gay sex or like reading about one man's sexual fantasies, please don't leave negative feedback because you were "surprised". ***** A career change nine years ago has me driving all over North America o...
Hi all, this story is a little preachy but it works for me. Hope you like it and as always, comment and rate. Also, the Dorothy Parker poem is called Resume and the words that God speaks are not actually the oldest line from the oldest book. You'll understand later on. Thanks!! There were many statues in the park. Statues of governors and mayors from long a...
The divorce was final and I was out on my ass - no job, no house, no nothing. I was broke and homeless. I had walked until I wore my madness off. When I finally got hold of myself I was in a part of town where I had never been before. I walked over to the park that was located just across the street. It was a small woodsy type of park. I saw several people s...
When Millie took the kids and left me, I really started going downhill. I had been drinking before, (that's why she left) but now I was pouring it down. Stumbling around all day in a drunken stupor, tripping over everything. First, of course, I lost my job. Then I couldn't pay the rent and they kicked me out of the apartment. So there I was, a street perso...
Thank you to every single person who read, commented, and favorited Sugar Match Ch. 1! I hope all of you are staying safe during these times! Also, I apologize for how long it took me to get this one out but I just want to make sure I'm producing my best work. The next and last chapter shouldn't take as long but bear with me! As always, all comments and sug...
Chapter I: LOVELY There's only three things I genuinely love and care about in this world: men, sex, and money. I mean, really, what else is there to love in this cold, messed up world? There are stupid people everywhere killing mindlessly, doing stupid things or just being nothing but a waste of life and space. That's why I just stick to doing just me - lo...
This is a long, character-driven story. The sex begins around the last five pages or so-- if that's what you're here for. I'd like to think that the rest of it is somewhat worth reading. Notes & constructive criticism are greatly appreciated. -- Leon xx ***** "FUCK!" I slammed my fist down on the island, tears burning in my eyes. I was still st...
It was my turn to do some work on the allotment on Sunday. I shared a plot of land with my mate Fred and the arrangement was he did it on Saturday's. I got out early - there was the Autumn dig to do so I made for the shed to pick up a spade and change into my working trousers and boots. I was put the key into the lock and I heard a noise, a sound like I ha...
I had to take a piss, and soon, or I probably wouldn't have thought to stop at the hospital to make use of their public facilities. I had been trying to get out on a day labor job, but traffic was slow and those who were looking for manual labor chose to take the illegal immigrants because they figured they could get away with paying them lower wages. I wa...