This is more of an essay, or perhaps an autobiography, rather than a story. Although much of what I have to say is based on my life experiences, the first lesson I have to share is to "Be yourself" and don't try to live your life to anyone else's expectations. I was born in 1941 and raised in a small, rural community in upstate New York. Now, in those days i...
THANKS: To Robert, goamz86 and MAB7991 for editing. ***** Sometime after ten o'clock, following a late administrator's meeting about next year's school year, I pulled into a truck stop that I drove past every day but had never stopped at and went directly to the restroom...barely able to keep from pissing myself...still half an hour from home. I walked...
I was on my way to Chicago driving out to visit graduate school friends. It was about 7:00 pm and snowing heavily. A minivan going far too fast changed lanes without using their turn signal cutting me off, causing me to swerve hitting the guardrails in the center of the highway, damaging the front driver side of my Jeep. I called the Police. After the very...
As I sat back down at the fire, Lucas looked at me with a reassuring look. "You okay, Jamie?" "I will be, Lucas, I will be. But now, not so much." I just stared into the fire and slid down my chair for a bit, the hum of conversation around me fading into silence as my thoughts took over. It had been hard to tell Sam all of that, but it was something I ne...
My father loves to keep the yard well maintained. He enjoys brining his coworkers and buddies home and showing it off. Naturally we have a grounds keeper. His name is Mr. Lynne. He is a pleasant older gentleman from Australia who I must admit does a very nice job. Still, one man can’t oversee everything. Dad liked to watch the men work and give instructions...
Approaching my car, I could see that it was blocked in the parking spot by a large brown parcel delivery truck. Damn, that made me mad. Those delivery guys could park anywhere they wanted and get away with it. Sitting in my car, I got more steamed. I even honked the horn to attract his attention, wherever he was. I waited and waited. He had to be in one of...
Smooth Skater Boys at the Beach Bret called his new friend Kenny, "Hey I am heading down to the park with my skate board. Why don't you meet me there?" "Sure. I'll bring some of my panama red pot to smoke," Kenny replied. "I have some Northern California pot with me too. It is pretty good," Bret had a happy carefree sound to his voice. Bret looked down h...
I had seen some men, one man many times, and was having a lot of fun. The one guy I was seeing constantly was 58 a bit of a belly, but an amazing cock. After a bit he had gotten me into cross dressing. It started with panties. Then stockings and heels. Leading to bras, skirts, and wigs. Eventually I was putting on make up, eye lashes, lipstick, the whole nin...
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...
My name is Michael, and I had just turned 19 years old in the spring of 1985. I was an average height young guy standing slim around 5'8'' tall and tipped the scales at a lean 175 pounds of trim physique. I was frequently told that I was an attractive young man who resembled the younger version of the county western singer Clint Black. I guess I was a typica...