The pickup truck pulled to a stop. I was in the front seat of a Ryan's car, on my stomach laying across the wide bench front seat of the pickup truck. My ass was sticking in the air and the high schooler's strong hand was on it, squeezing. My head was in Ryan's lap, licking up and down on his massive, mostly-erect, teenage cock. At the moment, I was playi...
I flared up a bit. Anyone who looked at me knew I wouldn't need help in getting a seven-and-a-half-foot boxed fake Christmas tree out to my car. I hadn't even thought of buying a tree when I'd come into the Kokomo, Indiana, Lowes. I'd been looking for a new laptop. But there were all those tree ornaments my dad had sent me when he was moving out of his house...
18-year-old Tommy was in his final year of an all boys school, with quite strict rules. He was looking forward to the summer holidays, which were fast approaching, so he could go swimming more often, be with his friends, and hopefully have sex. Being a teenager, Tommy thought about sex all the time; His raging hormones were hard to control, and he would to...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
PRELUDE Martha Borg pulled in her driveway and even though it was raining she did not put the car in the garage. She was hoping that her son and her daughter's boyfriend were having sex and could spy on them again. The garage door would make noise and signal them that she was home and she didn't want to interrupt them in the act. She quietly entered the hou...
START OF ANOTHER WEEK On Tuesday morning after Martha left for work Aaron arrived at the house. Now that he had fucked Martha, he would have to figure out have to balance his time between mother and son. He took of his clothes and left them in the family room before heading to Chris' bedroom. Aaron got in bed and slipped under the covers. He felt the slen...
Author's Note: This is the second instalment of 'The Bully' series. Reading the first chapter beforehand is recommended. ***** A month after the incident in the Richmond Rugby Club locker room, Cory Taylor still couldn't get the bully George Johnson out of his mind. With only two more months left till he graduated, Cory was eager to make the most of it. He...
You hate Mondays. They suck. You're coming down off the high (real or metaphorical) of the weekend, and then BOOM--learning. You head out the door on a Monday, early in your senior year. When you arrive at your school, you see the bulletin board is covered in various advertisements for various extracurricular activites. It's already 2 weeks into your senior...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I had not intended to write a series or a sequel to this story at the time that I submitted it. However based on the comments that I received encouraging me to continue this story, I have decided to write another chapter. If that is well received then I will continue with these characters. Thank you for the positive feedback. ***** SCOTT MEE...
Music heavy and thumping. The bass moving through him like some living thing. The rhythm was a part of him. Jason moved and danced like the air through the trees. He didn't need a partner, he just needed room to move, and move he did like music was invented for him alone. He came here once every weekend. This was his little escape, the gay club in the town...