It was the twilight of the day and Ted was sitting on the Lay-Z-Boy watching baseball when his wife called. Apparently there was a storm in St. Louis that cancelled her connecting flight to Chicago and she couldn't get home until the following afternoon. He missed Brenda, but in recent years they had become more like co-ed roommates than lovers. Her large...
The sound of the key in the lock brings me back to the cell. I've been in this small dank room for a long while now and I'm not sure just how long. Without any windows, deep in the ground, it's hard to gauge time with anything like accuracy. All I am certain of is that it was March when I was arrested and some time ago I over heard Mellows telling Cartwright...
-- This first part of the story is told from Rory's point of view. (And the next installment alluded to by Sebastian will be posted within two weeks.) -- I wretched over the toilet and another torrent of sick splattered into the bowl. I had a stomach bug and forty-eight hours earlier I had also been forced to get train-track braces along my bottom row of te...
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of twenty-one years. ***** Before cell phones and the internet the world was a smaller place. If you wanted something you might have found yourself searching the classifieds in the local paper or the bulletin board of a store. This is how I found myself sucking cock in a strangers house on a...
Living in a military town you'll see loads of servicemen wandering around with nothing to do. They're new to the place. They don't know anybody. Most importantly, they're lonely. Not to make it sound as if I'm exploiting that loneliness, but I do sometimes find myself benefitting from their quiet desperation for companionship. If it matters I've been on th...
What I am about to write here is part confession and part catharsis. However, it isn't something I feel guilty about because it was forced on me. I would never have chosen to do the things I was made to do on that warm night in May 1865. What I do feel guilty about, what I do need confess is that I can't seem to stop repeatedly committing those acts. You'll...
He looked round. He saw the usual Saturday night crowd. He thought, who can I use tonight? Would that thin femme over there with the red hair like to do it to me while I'm doing it to him/her? How about Mr. Cowboy to the right of her/him at the bar. Tough looker, sure, but the Stetson is pure white and perfectly trimmed and creased and new as yesterday wishe...
For those attracted to the title, here's what you missed in the first two chapters. I spent one summer in college working at an adult store with a backroom playing porn in sixteen little booths. Customers paid seven dollars to go back, and no one ever bothered about what they did with each other. I had been propositioned a few times as an attractive 20-year-...
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Matt didn't return to Ravensworth until the next morning. Judge Atherton had asked him to spend at least the night after Matt had demurred on a more permanent residency. "I'll pay you $500 to sleep in my bed tonight and receive my cock," Atherton had said. "I think that would be an insult to your prowess," Matt answered. "If you want me under you tonight,...