The phone has been ringing off the hook for the last week. "Historic costumes," I paused and waited for the inevitable question given it was October. "Yes, ma'am, we do rent for Halloween. No, we only carry costumes from pre-nineteen hundred." I rolled my eyes at the Hanna Montana as a slut request. "Yes, we have several pirate costumes in stock." Holding...
Terri moved her hand down to her fiance's lower torso and pressed her fingers into his pubic area to trace the thick plumping boner swelling against the fabric of his jeans. She surmised the warm stiffening was not just from the stimulus of her probing fingers, but the content of the card he was reading for the umpteenth time. This was one of the most precio...
Daniel lazily stared at the ceiling. It was Tuesday. Monday, he slept most of the day away, due to the pain meds. Heck, even just regular Tylenol made him sleepy, so the codeine really zonked him out. Today, he wasn't in that much pain anymore, so he'd skipped his mid day dose. He wasn't sure what he was going to do the rest of the week either, but he was su...
A warm breeze blew through the quad, making a small whirlwind with some loose litter. Sebastian checked his watch. That was it now, no more PE ever again. In just a few days his school career was finished, and even with no job or college place waiting for him after graduation, he felt as though his life would finally be his own, and the weight of childhood...
I don't know how it started. I don't know when it started. I only know when I realized that I wasn't like all the other boys. This is the true story of my first sexual encounter. Before the budget cuts, my high school used to stage an elaborate outdoor theatrical production each spring. A professional set designer would be hired and long nights and weekends...
(For a variation story on the first two paragraphs and the topic of a suicide attempt, see the sr71plt story "Helpful Hiker.") * I will always remember the barn. How could I ever forget it? It was a big, corrugated iron one, dull with age and with no windows on the lower level and just one at each end, up in the gable. Tall narrow windows that let light i...
Wild Card -- Chapter 2 -- The Barrier Method A big black Tacoma with a "Puro Pinché Beavers" bumper sticker on the back sat in what had become its usual spot in Indie's driveway, and for some reason that pissed me off. That's it? I just go home and he's there? No going out to find him. No long searches. No lying awake at night worrying if he's all right? N...
Hi guys! A bit of a shorter chapter this time, but it's kind of intense, so I hope that makes up for it. No sex again—sorry about that. I hope you're enjoying the story nevertheless! As a side note, I realized I tend to write Thanksgiving into my stories a lot, which is ironic since I'm not really big on celebrating it in real life. LOL. As always, I...
Chapter Ten - Let's Make A Salad All right, at least he had managed to make the leather chair look decent after the online BDSM groups had supplied him with useful information on how to clean cum off leather. The best part was that he hadn't needed to call Mark to the rescue, and a tissue and some rubbing alcohol that he had luckily found in the small vanit...
All usual disclaimers apply. My last look into the mirror acted as the most important. I always stared at myself in the mirror for a couple minutes making sure I looked as good as I possibly could before I left the house for a night out. During this time I also donned the only scent I considered worthy to be on an image of perfection such as myself, Acqua...