"Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that I should love a loathed enemy"~ William Shakespeare, "Romeo & Juliet", act I, scene V ****** "I'm hungry." The black-haired boy stopped walking, and looked at his female companion. "I reeeaaaally need something to eat," Lucy complained. Justin sighed. "Fine. Where?" She looked towards a dark alleyway. "That...
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Three-hundred dollars? How can I possibly afford three-hundred dollars for new tires? I'd have to stay home for a month eating ramen noodles and drink nothing but water just to pay for new tires. I should have stayed in school, I said to myself. I would have had my degree by now, but no, I needed my independence—I had to move out of my parents' house and i...
Well readers, finally here is the next installment. I want to thank everyone who has stuck with me this far and hopefully will continue to do so. I'm sorry it has taken so long but it is getting harder to come up with people to put with our sex craved trucker. I'm hoping it won't take yet another year to get more out, but I honestly don't know. If you have a...
This is a spin off of Prison Time, so you may want to read them to understand where the character Jason comes from. **** Home was a very unfamiliar place to me. My mother, whom never gave a dam about me, really didn't acknowledge the fact that I was home. Most of the people I grew up with were either dead, in jail or had moved away. Twenty years was a lon...
Part 01 should be read first. ***** Chapter 18 Martin tells his story I was born in the city of Sheffield. My mother died when I was quite young and my father brought me up single-handed with some help from a resident housekeeper in whom he had no sexual interest whatsoever. There was no shortage of money in the family, as my father had a highly paid job...
I looked at the clock. It was going on for three. At this rate, I was going to need half a jar of coffee to get me going in the morning. I'd been enjoying having horny thoughts about the first time I'd hooked up with Marcus, and it had been nice to lie here snuggling into his back and rubbing my dick against his bum while I'd played through it in my head. I...
My life has been a series of random events; an endless parade of gaffes and non-sequiturs. No goals set—no plans made—just drifting aimlessly on tiny stream to nowhere. One meaningless relationship after another—dead-end jobs—no hobbies or interests that anyone I knew cared about, and an attitude that can only be described as indifferent. "Hey, what are you...
part 1 We see them everywhere. Bums, hobos, homeless, whatever you call them, they seem to be everywhere. Or the teens who want you to buy beer for them, worse still are the able bodied ones that are just too fucking lazy to get a job. I have no patience for moochers. I can't remember the last time I stop for gas, that I wasn't accosted for change. Tonight...
So it was pointed out to me in the last chapter that I seemed to have made a mistake in which one to post, and it ended up posting the last few pages of the chapter before it. This is the correct chapter and instead of making you all wait for the finished product (This has actually been finished for years, I just have taken forever and a half to upload it) I...