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It has been a very long and bitter winter. Going to school in one of the Northern states means rushing to classes on icy sidewalks, bounding over snow-covered curbs, and then landing ankle deep in gutter runoff water. I usually take my shoes off to let everything dry out during long lectures, but today is different. Today I am headed to the house of a tutor...
Oh Marcie, thank you for being the nosy and insistent darling you are. Your love means so much to me. I never thought the day you saw me in the dorm bathroom stomp into one of the shower stalls for a place to jerk off would lead to events that would grow into a fast friendship between us. You are probably the best friend I have ever had. That is why I have a...
"I am fully aware," Klaus talked on the phone, his lips pursed in displeasure. Jake was eyeing him carefully, as he was getting ready for work, too. The construction site manager wanted him there, first thing in the morning, and Jake could barely wait to go. Klaus had woken him up with so slow and torturous kisses and, at first, he had wanted to just spend...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity...
"So that's your house, huh?" "Huh?" I had found myself drifting in thought and now snapped my head up, looking at Levi. I apparently hadn't had to give him directions to the church from my place. He seemed to be finding his way just fine on his own. "Oh... Yeah. Well, it's my parents' house." Levi nodded, humming in affirmation. "You're younger than I thou...
I grew up in New England. My mom was a Sales Director for Boeing and starting when I was ten, moved to the West Coast for six months out of the year which left me at home with my dad. He was also a Director, but for an Investment Firm, so needless to say I had a great childhood especially being an only child. Everything was pretty good until I turned 18. Whe...
Another business trip, another lonely dinner on the road finished, I left the diner and had just started my car when the passenger side door was flung open and I found myself looking into the face of a young fellow with a gash on his forehead. "Please help me," he said, "those guys are trying to kill me!" I looked behind me and saw two rugged looking guys...
Mrs. Weston stood smiling at the gate, "I've dropped off your shopping on the mat Mr. Briggs, with your change." She pointed towards the two bags on his doorstep. "Ahh Mrs. Weston you're an angel, I don't know how I'd cope without you and your family, " he grinned ecstatically to himself, especially your son. Simon heard the front door close and watched as...
I guess it may have been because of my mother—and of the strange beliefs my grandmother formed around her. Up until the time my grandmother's ill health coincided with me being old enough to go to college, I'd been kept in the dark about so many things. I knew that my mother must have done some really, really bad things from the way that my grandmother just...