Mr Roberts rolled over and tugged the sheet around his large frame, leaving me on my back feeling rather, well, stunned. Had he really known it was me all along? Oh god, what if Tommy found out. All the threats from Becca came flooding back as I pictured Tommy's face with the news that I had been fucked, not once but twice, by his Father. "But..." I said me...
Mr. William Bryant was one of the more successful businessmen in the city. He had a house that was worth at least a half million, a beautiful wife and two cute daughters. The reason I know this was that I went with one of his daughters for quite a while, and from that relationship came another relationship that I never saw coming. ... Chapter 1: My girlfr...
The top sheet's balled up in my clenched hand. Cool wood floor boards below me, I find my legs tucked underneath me. Standing up, my naked form is shadowed on the white wall across the room. Right knee, then left are gently lifted, placed on the king sized bed. My body slowly lowers toward the surface of the disheveled bedding. Laying my head down on the p...
TURNED OUT ON A BET, PT. 3 In which the best-laid clans of men often go astray The Seventh-Inning Stretch How does the saying go?--The balls have reasons that reason itself knows not of? I was in a funk. Mess hall coffee tastes even worse when your head spins with an impossible scheme. It was a simple question, really: How do I stretch the asshole of an u...
I want to thank John & Bob for allowing me to write their story. Although I have changed their names they know who they are and that they have my appreciation. The elements of the story are as they have related them to me, sometimes fairly graphically depending on the amount of alcohol involved, and sometimes general. Where they have been general I filled in...
Chapter 1: Stockholm [June 2010] The first time I realized that my dad wasn't always right, I was eight years old. He told me that bullies always back down when challenged, and I found out that just wasn't so, or at least not when the challenger is about a head shorter than said bully and happens to be the shiest kid in third grade. Still, when I look back...
On Saturday night, I was at the second-floor bar of Marla's, waiting for my friend Angel to arrive with his cousin. He was late as usual and downstairs people were streaming in for the drag show. I could hear the boom of the microphone and the master (or rather mistress) of ceremonies, followed by resounding applause. There was hardly anyone upstairs except...
It was a tad disappointing to wake up alone, but at least, he knew that he was going to be wrapped around the man again tonight, and the certainty of that thought was making him feel something, between a chuckle and something ticklish, right in the middle of his chest. His phone chimed from the nightstand, and he smiled as he read the message. "Time to star...
I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...
TURNED OUT ON A BET, PART 4 Of hot rods and men I was scared. Wait a minute, brave soldier! The whole plan was to disconnect from Kovachek, anyway! All I have to do is go through with the plan, team him up with Major Cadbury, and (gulp!) all my troubles will be over. A cold wind blew through the room. Everything so far required only a little political mane...