This is a follow up to "How it Was" Ch.1 and 2, so it might make a bit more sense if you read those ones first, although I think it also stands alone well enough. This is a work of fiction that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope...
*NOTE: I entitled this Flashbacks and Brown Locks because, surprise surprise, this chapter is a flashback and well, Jacob's Brown locks. I decided to dump all the flashbacks in this chapter about Jacob and Kyle. Also, this is my first time to write a story so... Don't give me hell =)) Any suggestions and constructive criticisms will be accepted. Haters s...
This is a true story, as well as I can remember it. If you enjoy, your votes are much appreciated. * I have been having a rather frantic month or two recently. Progressing from a bi-curious older male who never had the nerve to chase my fantasies, I now have experienced some of the most fulfilling adventures I could ever imagine. After sucking my first co...
This story doesn't follow the same angel as in Angel Ch.1. This is its own story. All characters 18+. More soon to come. Comments and favorites really help me put out these chapters sooner, favorite it or leave a comment if you like. Enjoy! ***** "Angel, sir sit up." I was woken up from sleep by someone shaking me. Then I heard my teachers voice asking m...
Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep that night, and it wasn't just because the bruise on my head prevented me from lying in my favored sleeping position. I knew I'd gotten off lightly--there was nothing to have prevented my trick from beating me to a pulp in the empty locker room, or to have come back with a...
The classroom was empty except for one kid sitting in the front row. The kid, technically at 18 a man, was me, and while the school buses had left I had remained. Whether or not I was going to be joined by my science teacher, Mr. Arthur, remained to be seen. I had given Mr. Arthur a note on my way out of class earlier that day, the last day of school, and a...
"C'mon, I'm dying here," Chris pleaded. "I ain't had nothing but my hand for a week, dude." We were deep in the woods behind our subdivision, which we used as a shortcut to the shopping mall where we hung out. Chris was bitching the whole way about not getting laid lately and had suddenly stopped, pulled his dick out of his pants, and asked (BEGGED) me to s...
Mike stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. It was Friday night and he was getting ready for his date with Alex. He toweled off quickly before pulling on some jeans and a long sleeve, V-neck t-shirt. He brushed his hair back and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked half bad with emerald green eyes and his lig...
So much for a senior prom, I mused, watching the flicker of the candle flames on the center piece. They wriggled in the dimly lit ballroom of the Rose Hotel, stretching only to almost drown in the liquid wax only to stretch again. It was supposed to be a platinum night. I had a date with a chick named Kara that had a killer body and a bottle of vodka my ol...
It was a hot summer afternoon, when Nick arrived at Mr Jenkins house. He'd missed a lot of work over the past few weeks, but Mr Jenkins had offered to help him catch up. Checking his reflection in the door, one last time, Nick gave it a knock. A few moments later Mr Jenkins answered the door. He wore nothing but a pair of tight black shorts. Nick immediately...