"Sorry, kid. Looks like you drew the short straw this time." 'Gio' Maggio glumly hoisted his weekend travel bag and placed it in the overhead storage next to a ragged guitar case. He sighed despondently as he stared at the questionable amount of space available in the last open seat next to the kid sitting at the back of the Greyhound Bus as it pulled out a...
My morning routine is the same six days out of the week. I awake before dawn, and bathe and dress myself in one of my uniforms. I live in a small room that adjoins my liege's chambers, and I am expected to attend upon him almost as soon as I ready. I get one day off each week from my duties. Prince David awakes at 7 a.m. most days, and by 9 a.m. he is on t...
Ted was not like the average American. He travelled extensively and always tried to try the local delicacies. Often he would immerse himself in the local culture never brash as so often portrayed in the movies. His travelling became somewhat curtailed with marriage and birth of his first child. With travel still in his blood, Ted took a job with a company t...
First attempt at creative writing. Please be kind. This is a true story. I had worked with Mike for a couple of years in a video store in a college town in the Midwestern part of the US, we would both end up as alumni of this university. I would say it was about 1987 give or take and Mike was a true cinephile and being far and away the smartest two people t...
Chapter 11 -- Ryan's Story -- Liberation "Quick, hide," Gunther said. He grabbed Ryan's arm and led him to the back of the loft. He got Ryan to lay down and covered him in hay. Ryan knew they were German soldiers, most probably still on the hunt for him. He heard Gunther leave, he hoped the boy could keep them away. I dawned on him that he was about to lea...
Foreword: This is a true story. The events included are all personal past experiences. The names have been changed in order to protect the identity of those involved. Ch. 1 "My First" Moving to College College was more amazing than I could have ever imagined. I had only been there for three weeks and I had already had the time of my life and was rea...
This story was told to me by a friend who insists it is mostly true. Mostly! He highly recommends trying this if you have not done so already. * When I was 16 years old, my mother said to me; and I quote "I hope the devil feeds off your flesh himself and you spend an eternity suffering in the flames of Hell." This was her response when I told her I was gay...
I saw him first at an opening at the Regional Gallery. He was laughing with someone. Nice I thought, running an eye up and down him. Black hair, light tan, and I knew he had blue eyes. Nice definitely. It was a man he was laughing with, and then he leant forward and took the guys arm. He was standing close, a bit too close, a bit too looking in his face. A...
Rhonda started her lecture for today's class, though deep in her mind, she couldn't stop her greatest craving. She spent the next forty minutes discussing mathematics with her students. They, in turn, wrote everything down on their notebooks. Two of them, however, didn't even have their pencils in their hands. And Rhonda didn't mind. She knew what they wante...
I didn't have to wait for long until Ben to came over again. Two days later there was at the front door looking a bit fidgety and nervous. He was wearing a T-shirt and loose fitting board shorts that weren't completely hiding his thick, erect cock. "Would you like something to drink," I asked as we walked down to the lounge room. "Yes thanks", replied Be...