The last free summer was a lie. Nothing is free, summer came with work and expectations and work, I actually didn't mind the work I was making money and got a great tan. Home maintenance; yards, pools, painting, generally all the dirty stuff people hate to do, couldn't do without a little help or thought a little help was worth paying for. I was happy to b...
Back in July of 1994, I moved into an apartment in the Robinwood Complex. Robinwood used to really be a nice place to live - At least it did when I was delivering pizzas ten years ago. The woodsy area at one time attracted people with well paying jobs and few kids. In the last few years, more and more college aged kids started living there and the place beca...
It was going to be just a hot, sweaty day of work. Jose, a coworker of mine was moving from his condo to a suburban house with a lawn, plants, and too many rooms to decorate. He asked me to do grunt work for him with the furniture. He and Mario were finally moving in together after years of dating. Mario had to work this weekend, so Jose, me, Janice and Car...
This will be an ongoing short story series of TRUE STORIES about my life on the streets. I will post them as I get them written. The first of which (this one) contains non-consensual male on male sex. If that bothers you, DO NOT READ. For those who wanted to know what happened to Houston (because you felt sorry for him), [RE: BOYS AVENUE], I've given it som...
My second time with Beni. He's an Indian guy, about 50, with a long beard. This time we're in a hotel out near the airport. He paid for it. I think he regards me as his property, sexually, at least. But he's respectful, and that's what counts. As soon as we enter the room he says we should strip to our underpants. I do so, and admire the view as he removes...
Chapter One: Earliest Time I have no memory of a beginning. From the time I first had any sense of being alive, all of my efforts were taken up with trying to find enough berries, nuts, and leaves that wouldn't sicken me to make me able to move in the forest and shelter under low-lying branches when the threat of the elements or the Others arose. Even in sa...
Thanks for all your feedback. I should apologise for not warning you about the no sex in the previous chapter. There isn't any in this chapter either, but if you can be patient we will get to it in chapters to come. I hope you continue to enjoy the story. ***** It was now starting to get dark and the street lights were flowing through the car as we headed...
I hadn't planned on adding to this story, but people asked for an ending, I was surprised but happy to attempt one. I hope you like it. Any feedback is welcome, I want to become a better writer! Carol was not in the barn. Neither was she in the garden, or the main sitting room. As I wandered through the house searching, I found myself noticing how beautif...
The limo pulled up the long cement driveway to the mansion that sat back of the property. The front was a desert oasis with its many live cacti, shrubs, and what flowering plants would bloom in Arizona, ponds and running streams over which the driveway led on wooden arches. Some ponds were graced with different sized waterfalls; each one differed from the ot...
I was twenty-eight when I first met James. Not Jim but James. He was 33 years and a beautiful man; dark wavy hair, deep blue eyes and strong chiselled features. Sort of a GQ model type. I on the other hand was thin, silver-haired (as I had been since I was seventeen) and very unsure of my self in the ways of the world. I had only had a few dates with girls...