[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
"Oh, my God!" Trace could barely contain himself, whistling at the leggy blonde strutting off the stage and toward their group. "She's fucking fine! I'll see you boys later!" He held out a couple bills, and the obviously enhanced stripper sauntered over to him, grinding her purple thong-clad pelvis against his knee as she took the money he proffered with her...
I'm Dave. Actually, I'm Dawei, but like most second-gen Chinese Americans I find it's helpful to have an Anglo name. I'm from the Bay Area, working in high-tech targeted mostly at intelligence scenarios. So tonight, like many nights, I'm at the bar of a chain hotel in a town in Maryland, just outside Washington DC. The town consists mainly of low-slung bui...
Growing up it was always just me and Daddy. My mother left us when I was an infant and my Father never forgave her. He never forgave women at all, and avoided them as much as possible. Daddy was a religious man, and held many traditional attitudes and the roles of the sexes. He believed that men were superior to women, and that the inherent God-given right...
It was Christmas Eve, nearly midnight when the couple settled into their bed for the night. They had tucked in the grandchildren with kisses and promises of presents tomorrow. Their excited bodies refused sleep, until grandma sang softly to them and watched them drift to sleep. There was a game of pool set up for the brothers and brothers-in-law, the four of...
Chapter One Joe pulled out with a sigh and rolled away from me. His legs splayed and his cock lay limply on his right hip. He lazily moved one arm up over his head and grasped the brass rail of the bedpost stroking it in much the same way he had done to me only minutes before. I stayed put, my left leg tucked up to my chest, my right stretched out in the s...
Kyle makes Christmas Day something extra special for Josh For the next couple of days, the boys made calls and traded text messages as they could. Both knew the other was caught up in other things in life at this busy time of the year. Josh was working extra shifts so he could get off early on New Year's Eve and spend it with Kyle; and Kyle tied up being wi...
QUESTIONS AND ANSWERS Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === I arrived at my office the next day to find an envelope on my desk with my name written on it in neat, if rather florid, handwriting. It read "Robert" which was slightly odd because everyone at work calls me Rob. My ex-wife used to call me Robert, although it was inva...
~One~ The white, ethereal mare ran at break neck speed along the wide cobbled road that led to the elf city, hidden from the prying eyes of the world by powerful enchantments. It almost seemed to take flight for a few moments as it passed over the crest of a small stone bridge that arched over the flowing crystal clear waters of a small creek that no one ha...
Chapter 1 The sun sets on the flat, peaceful wadi of the Azawagh plain. There are no trees or mountains, hills or sand dunes in this part of the world, and navigation by day is ill-advised. The hot dry winds rolling over the beautiful flesh-colored sand flats cause my dark blue tent to billow lazily, carrying away the slender coils of smoke from my cooking...