"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired." The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a...
This is a fantasy story set in a fictitious land and in a time of medieval sorcery. All characters depicted are 18+. Although this story is in a time where safe sex is not heard of I would always recommend the practise of safe sex. CHAPTER 7 - Sanctuary They ride hard for an hour, trying to get as much distance as possible between them and the soldiers. B...
Chapter Three - My Main Squeeze "Who's that over there?" Johnny turned to see who the hell was running his mouth while they should all be focused on training their butts off. He was busy scouting the other guys in the room, wondering who he was going to go against for his first bout. He had a philosophy. Always fight his own way, without trying to adapt t...
A 13th Century Tale from the Middle Ages. The story is about a man named Delbert, a woodsman by trade who lived on the edge of the forest in a humble cottage. At the age of 35 he still was not married and had no intentions of ever doing so valuing his independence and freedom. Delbert was a man's man, a loner who was happy cutting wood in the forest which...
The backpacking trip round Australia before going off to university next year had started out quite well, but the money I'd brought with me hadn't lasted very long and there just wasn't any work via all the usual channels so me and my mate Lee were getting pretty desperate for cash by the time we reached the hostel in Melbourne. "How much for two beds in a...
Chapter Four - Fools Play By The Rules Johnny was damned pleased with himself. He had that pretty boy in his pocket, and he would pick up a nice paycheck while at it. The playful banter between them was almost making him think there was more there than it truly was. The thing was Ruslan was frigging beautiful. A hot thing in bed, too. Plus, he could go at...
Sean's Ride I always wanted to see Abe Lincoln's bloody pillow. I loved trains. I found this Silver for Younger website. An 85-year-old retiree decided to fly down to Savannah and ride back with me. I paced the blue carpet watching incoming jets through the glass. Greg wore a bright pink shirt and a red hat. I greeted him. He was with Chris, his friend, a b...
Waiting It wasn't the only pub in the area, but it was the only one he remembered. Not that he had been old enough to drink then, of course. But he found it unsatisfactory, filled with grumbling old men in flat caps playing dominoes. The music was muted as if to apologise for its existence — and maybe it should, he thought, when he realised that it was some...
The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart. The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packe...
Author's Note: This story contains water sports, incest and unprotected sexual activity. ***** It's Just Not Cricket 2: All Day Match It had been a year since the last game of backyard cricket at my parents' place. Somehow last year the friendly game between friends and neighbours had descended into an all-bloke fuckfest. Now me, the missis and the kid w...