For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble. I'm your typical good ole country boy. I moved out my parent's house as soon as that diploma hit my hand. I share a trailer with my girl now. She's always ragging on me to do better. I work hard enough at my eight to five down...
Stories of sexual encounters while camping have always appealed to me, so decided to write one. Hope you like it. When I reached my mid-40s, I had a good job, and was in good financial shape. Having a love of the outdoors, I decided to buy a camping trailer, and found a good deal on a used one in excellent condition. When the Labor Day weekend rolled around...
ooOoo *My heart is here, every beat for you. You're the only one I feel for. * Sea salt sprayed on my face as the cold September wind blew my hair. The constant humming of the boat's engines and the splashing of the waves hid the turbulent feelings inside me. I closed my eyes, drowning the thoughts screaming inside my head. I felt warm hands wrapped a...
The next day I left for work early and had to walk since Maryellen took the car the night before. I worked with Alex the entire day and had no more embarrassing moments, though I did get some good staring time in. Most of the morning passed with only a little conversation but when lunch rolled around, we sat together and started talking. I found out that h...
Chapter 2: Hand in Hand I had lost motivation and had a serious case of 'senioritis.' If it weren't for Bobby constantly reminding me that I needed to maintain my grades, I would have slacked off. Bobby remained vigilant, making sure we both stayed on top of our school work after spring break. In addition to the rain, April brought warmer weather, which I w...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
Dedicated to jonkingbrothers * Portuguese Man o' War (Physalia physalis) marine invertebrate. Named for 16th century Portuguese warship with triangular sails. Floats at ocean surface, its float-sail above the water. Below dangle tentacles, sometimes 165 feet long. Stinging tentacles kill small fish and other prey. Stings cause severe pain to humans, occas...
There are times and there are people that constitute the pivot-points in life, sudden and dramatic tectonic shifts the course of the rivers of our lives from everything that comes after. I am not unlike you. I'm a queer of a certain age, but I forget that when I am not forced to look in a mirror. When I wake in the night I am the same as I have always been...
I don't know if you've ever driven I-80 through Nebraska, but it's a long stretch of road that seems endless. It's mile after mile of unchanging scenery and asphalt that barely moves an inch in any direction. It will exhaust every song on the radio, every playlist on your phone, every podcast you meant to catch up with and sooner or later you find yourself i...
The eighteen wheeler in front of me had shown symptoms of irregular driving, and I was just contemplating whether to drop the speed to stay back even more. It was raining so heavily it was nearly dark. My attention never would have wandered so far to the edge of the road, if the truck hadn't deliberately swerved to the side to hit a large puddle, splashing s...