Small Town Painter To introduce myself, I'd have to say I'm majorly straight boy, with the exception of a certain type of older daddy! This is a fantasy story of an Older straight daddy who owns a painting company! We will call this Daddy Brian for the story sake. The Characters are real! Brian's background is accurate, however mine is fantasy. Brian didn...
I had a meeting to attend at a local community to discuss helping out for the holiday parade. I am retired and thought it would be good to help out where I could and donate some of my time to help with this upcoming project. The first meeting of many was held at the City Hall building. I arrived on time and many people present at the meeting to help in the...
I don't know what the hell I'm doing in college. I'm what you'd call white trash. I'm eighteen years-old, have four tattoos and I smoke like a chimney. I have a crew cut and often go shirt-less because I have a lean, muscular physique. I don't work out much anymore, but I still have a six-pack. I'm not gay but I danced at a gay strip club in my home town eve...
I'd just turned off the light in my bedsit (a perk the lucky few who were 18 and in their last year at boarding school were entitled to, which meant no more sleeping in communal dorms), and climbed into bed. I was drowsy and while my thoughts wandered, my hand dipped under the bedsheets and idly started playing with myself. I wasn't masturbating but simply...
When I was twenty, I moved to another town to start my college studies, after having done a few small jobs in the years in between. It was a large city, so not easy to find housing, but I thought myself lucky to have found a room with the Summers. They were a very nice couple in the early sixties and lived in the middle of the city. My room was a small one...
I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area of an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of...
I kept my focus on the road ahead, or I guess I tried to at least because my mind was buzzing with both excitement and trepidation. I didn't broach the subject about his living conditions, seeing that Evan probably didn't want to talk about it, but that didn't stop my brain from going all out. Since stepping back into the car, the only thing that I could th...
As the weeks passed, Nick kept to his word about wanting to be friends. He ate with me, or should I say, dragged me to his table every lunch and even invited me over to his house a couple times to play video games. I still had this feeling Nick was hiding something from me though, that he had ulterior motives to his sudden friendship to me. I wanted to talk...
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: Thor and Stephen Thor seemed uncharacteristically quiet one night. No real conversation over dinner and a cursory goodbye when he returned to the gym for a few hours. Even when he returned, he barely spoke before getting into bed. Once in bed, Tommy felt a distance from Thor, his touch returned with little attention. "Something troubling y...