It was Monday of the second week of August when Gabe knocked on my open door, a week before training was supposed to start. I looked up and was startled to see his familiar bulk in my doorway. "Hey coach," he said. He had a huge grin on his face. "Gabe!" I said, and leapt up to greet him. We hugged. Maybe we held the hug a bit long. It had been several m...
We both sleep late, when I finally come back to life the first thing I'm fully aware of is Shannon's warm body snuggled close to mine. The night was cool and the open window makes snuggling even nicer. I lay there, not wanting to lose this experience of waking up to such soft warmth next to me. As my thoughts drift, last night replays in my mind — he actuall...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "We were on a hiking trip up in the Pennines," Troy began quietly after the waitress had taken our order. The coffee shop, which was hidden away among a few takeaways and convenience stores across the road from the college, was deserted in spite of the time of day. He asked, "I don't suppos...
Daniel had walked a good three miles southwest on Highway 411 out of Maryville, Tennessee, southeast of Knoxville, before he decided to try what he'd been told was surefire success in getting him a hitch. He wanted to get as far away from Knoxville as fast as he could. Every time he saw a white Ford 150 truck, he nearly dove into the bushes at the side of th...
First, I would like to thank CopperSkink for the time and effort he put into editing this story. At times his comments were brutally honest, but they were always helpful and I believe they improved the story immeasurably. Any errors of style, syntax or anything else one might find wrong with the story are clearly the fault of the author. 'Reciprocity' repre...
All rights reserved - this story is a work of fiction and remains the property of the writer. * "Mark, I need to talk to you about Heinz." My wife said after dinner. "Your boss?" I asked. "Yes, who else?" "OK - what about him." "Well, we were talking & I mentioned to him that you were curious." She said. "Curious?" I asked, knowing what she meant. I h...
Chapter 77: Anguish "Do you even have a permit?" Harold said. "Yeah, I got one." Adam said as he takes out his wallet and pulls it out, "I'll be right back, we're only parked one level." "I don't know, man," Harold said, "Aren't you supposed to have someone with you when you don't have a license?" "I'll be right back," Adam dismissed, "It's literally 5 s...
Note: This story is a spiritual sequel to "Blowjobs for Beers," the first in a multi-story series. I suggest reading that before reading this. Readers of both will quickly recognize the change in perspective from third-person in the first story to first-person in the second. I felt like the sequel lent itself better to first-person so I decided to make the s...
Chapter 1 - An Unexpected First My wife Eleanor and I (Peter) had been married for four years when the events I am about to describe to you took place. We were 25 years old and still madly in love, but we had started talking about expanding our sexual lifestyle outside of our own bedroom. I am of largely European descent, brown hair, 6'2 (1.89 meters) and 1...
The door was opened by a smartly dressed black man in his late thirties. Probably 170 or so pounds at six foot. He seemed ready to say something, then changed his mind, instead saying simply "Come In." We stopped in the family room. The room had a professional billiards table in the center, a bar with leather barstools in the corner and a Lazy-Boy with a si...