This story is a fictional story. This story takes place in prison. Jack was arrested for arm robbery and sentenced to 2-Years and Half in Prison. Jack had a good lawyer, and that's why he got less time. With good behavior, Jack could get out with in 21 months. Jack needed help and protection. So enters Junebug! Junebug is a career criminal. You name it, he...
I have always enjoyed the feel of pantyhose on my legs, ever since I was a little boy. My name is John and I love to wear women's clothes underneath my work clothes. I am 5'8", have a slender build and keep my legs shaved all the time. When my friends ask why, I explain that it helps when I swim. Today, after work I had decided to go and check out the new sh...
"My name is Reinhart von Richter—Captain Reinhart von Richter to you scum—and you are under my command now." Scum indeed, Johann thought, as he stood in formation, hardly able to stand without wobbling, as he'd just come off the ship from the three-week crossing of the Atlantic. He was sure that he and all of his mates—those who had survived the voyage—look...
After indulging in another long drag from a freshly-lit joint, Jason and Jacob stepped into the piping hot shower stream as they reveled in all of the highs the night had brought them. Jason's apartment shower wasn't huge, but it was big enough for them to stand side by side as they covered their bodies completely in hot water. The pot had gone straight...
I'd come out here to the park to try to calm down. The slight wedge of a townhouse I'd rented on Savannah's Lafayette Square was hardly big enough to turn around in, let alone pace in. It was essentially one continuous shot-gun room downstairs, a twelve by eight-foot foyer with a spiral staircase—entered from the street, followed by the "big" room, a twelve...
Chapter One -- NYC Eagle Discovery The middle of August 2006 found me staying by myself in a student dormitory in New York City for a week of orientation for my new job. In the off-hours I ventured into Manhattan and walked up and down the west side of mid-town, exploring and mapping out all the sights of New York's gay district. At night I would search loc...
It was a new year. I promised myself to keep fit after gorging every last morsel of food during the holidays. I suspended anything remotely related to "working out" for the past two weeks. A few co-workers massaged the idea of participating in a half-marathon in April and spontaneously I offered to join them. I could not back out of it so I quickly pressured...
I heard my name being called out from the midst of the teeming horde pressing in on the barriers after customs in New Delhi's Indira Gandhi international airport, and a head and arm waving a sign was bouncing up and down over the tumult. The sign the young man was carrying said "Clifford Jenkins" with "New York" written under it. That was me. But I wasn't be...
Roland frequented his local sex shop whenever he was feeling desperate for having his cock socked. That was every Friday night. Sometimes more during the week if he was feeling particularly stressed. The normal routine was to go there as it got darker. He kidded himself that he was able to hide from any passers-by, as no one would take notice of him as he en...
A young man alone in the city finds his only lifeline to the real world is AOL. Will he hook up with his new-found friend, also alone in the city and staying at the same hotel, or chicken out as before? Warning--Because many people consider a story without an intimately detailed sex scene a complete waste of time, I give advance warning that this story deal...