Mark remembered waiting at a red light. He had kept a careful distance between himself and the school bus ahead, not only so that he could see the traffic light around its bulk, but so he could avoid the inevitable cloud of diesel fumes when the light eventually turned green. "Addison Grammar School" and a fancy crest were painted on its back. Mark knew th...
Chapter One Another car was speeding past when I opened my eyes again. I pulled up my wrist to check the time. Nearly one in the morning. I felt the bus shake a bit as we drove over what must have been a small rock. Everyone around me was sleeping. I opened the curtain for the window a little more to try and see where we were. Nothing. It was completely da...
Week 1. Monday Clickety clack, clickety clack, clickety clack. The train made its own rhythm but danced to it badly. It lurched along, bobbing the passenger's heads as they sat in electric light at 100mph on another dark Monday morning hurtling to the metropolis. "Next stop is Doncaster, next stop Doncaster" Today's announcer had a particularly nasal and...
Song references are to Rum, Thunderbird, by Tom Robinson. _______________________________________________________ She's gone. I flex my right hand, and vow to change the sheets in the morning. Tomorrow, Dan'll be in my bed, and not going home. That's a bit more than a hobby. Still, seeing Laura in a month, having at that lush curvy arse that she's made...
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In retrospect, I should've begun this story long ago. Saying it means a lot to me would be a stunning understatement. What you are about to embark upon is a story of discovery, opportunity and regret. Whilst sex is undeniably at the forefront of this story, I hope that you will appreciate the background of which it is told. To everyone who has ever been in l...
Welcome to the second part of my story. If you haven't already read the first part of my story, (Me and My Best Friend Find Each Other) I'd recommend you have a read first and then come back. For those that just need a brief reminder, at the end of the first part I felt embarrassed and confused by my encounter with a completely random guy in the uni librar...
"Pour some of this down your throat," I said to Matt. I placed an opened can of beer on the coffee table in front of him. "It's small isn't it mate?," he said, picking the can up off the table before wrapping his lips around the oblong shaped hole at the top. "What is?" Matt tilted his head back, his fluctuating adams apple showing as he took a long, thi...
WARNING: the end of this chapter contains sexual harassment/abuse. Sometimes, the worst part of this abuse is the unwanted sexual response that the perpetrator arouses in his victim. This storyline is not intended to offend. Author's notes: when I originally wrote this plot, I never intended to pad the story out with so much emotion, but I think it's needed...
Note: This story is dedicated to my good friend F.S., who is older than Lloyd, just as horny, and has the same charisma. The tale itself was inspired by his knack for collecting unusual propositions. It's a prequel to "Four Friends," also posted here. KN * Let me get one thing straight. I didn't go to my niece's wedding to ruin it. That's what my sister an...