Sam Bell and Alex Ward ***Alex's Point of View*** I had a really rough few months. Today I found out that my colleague, who is a jerk to me, got a promotion I was working for. One I spent hours upon hours working for and deserved. I'm quite high in my finance company, but I really wanted to move up. This job consumes my life. I love it, I love working fo...
My story began 6 months ago at my daughter's 19th birthday party. Really it began when my wife, Chris, passed away nine and one-half years ago from an undetected brain aneurism. We were vacationing in Corpus Christi Texas. After a long day at the beach we were all tired and went to sleep around 10 PM. We kissed her good night, and never spoke to her again. I...
Author's note: All characters in sexual situations are over 18. Before I begin telling this story, you should probably know a few things about me. My name is Preston Nakamura. I'm an Asian-American (you probably guessed that), though both of my parents were born and raised in America. I'm kind of short, maybe 5'7", and not very muscular. I'm pretty much the...
(Note: This story features characters from "A Clean Start". You don't have to read that story first, but I recommended it.) "Hi, Max!" the familiar voice called out. As I walked out of the locker room, I looked and saw Pete's smiling face standing next to the weight rack. Pete was my best friend Tank's boyfriend or partner or whatever you want to call it....
Usual stuff, this is fiction and I've taken a few liberties with reality. Oh, and we're all over eighteen. ******* Preamble ******* "Hi Tom, what's up?" I looked up to see Jerry, my best friend coming over to where I was sat. We had arranged to meet, as usual, in the bar of the Newton Arms. "Nothing much. Have a pew." I pushed back a chair for him to si...
This new series covers the stories of Tommy Singleton-Scarborough and Dom and Sandro and their daughters. There is both gay and straight sex. ***** Chapter 1 Tommy enters Saint Boniface's College When Thomas Albert Singleton-Scarborough matriculated at Saint Boniface's College, Camford, it was actually the first time that he had left home on his own since...
This is the second part of If You Could Do It Again. Thanks for reading and please vote and comment!! I'd like to thanks Julri and Nomoretears for their help and technically savvy! * The alarm clock on his bedside table shrieked with it's insistent noise. Paul opened his eyes and saw the familiar surroundings of his bedroom. He was back in two thousand an...
This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All rights are reserved. First Edit: edthe3rd2003 Final Edit: WickedWendyDru My Dear Wicked One, Thank you for challenging me as a fledgling writer, and for your unfailing support in helping me to meet those challenges. You make me think about what I am writing, and keep me true to my characters. Thank you for not...
©Pelaam: February 2008. The Farris sailed cleanly through the azure ocean. A good wind was in her sails and the sky was a cloudless cerulean. From his vantage point on the ship, Afzal stood watching his baby brother. The younger man, as was his wont when not working, was reading. Afzal's smile became softer, reflecting the love he had for his younger siblin...
The following is a true story as told to me by a friend. Back in the late Fifties, I was the captain of a US Navy vessel, a big man o' war (that shall remain nameless). Three heavy gun turrets, a couple dozen torpedoes, several million dollars' worth of seagoing steel, and several hundred men were my command, but as the CO, I was enjoying my last cruise. I...