=== Warning: this story includes scat! === If you're driving along the motorway and feel like a break, I would strongly recommend Mudchute Services. They're fairly easy to find, right next to Brown Wood, and you'll find the toilet facilities make a very worthy detour. I'd paid little attention to gents' toilets all the years I'd been married, but these d...
Seth and Claire's wedding was at an old-school Louisiana plantation. Apparently Claire was a Southern girl; she didn't have an accent, but that part of the country clearly had a place in her heart. The venue was almost like something out of Gone With the Wind, a big stately country house surrounded by oak trees and Spanish moss. It clearly had a lot of histo...
Authors Note: I'm sorry for the delay in getting Part 27 completed and uploaded, I've changed both my internet provider and also switching from my desktop PC running Windows XP to my new Laptop running Windows 10, and of course a new version of Word. It's been quite a challenge! In Part 27 Randy and Daryl's Party Rusty and Jamal hike naked in the woods...
[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
I'm Dave. Actually, I'm Dawei, but like most second-gen Chinese Americans I find it's helpful to have an Anglo name. I'm from the Bay Area, working in high-tech targeted mostly at intelligence scenarios. So tonight, like many nights, I'm at the bar of a chain hotel in a town in Maryland, just outside Washington DC. The town consists mainly of low-slung bui...
[Your ratings and comments (positive and negative) are always appreciated and keep me going. I would love to hear what you think and I welcome tips and suggestions. Thank you and hope you enjoy! ] ----- Metal clinked against glass making the sound of church bells, and Owen was standing in the middle of a church hall, or a cathedral; he didn't know. It wa...
Note on Language: This is a story about two blokes who are from northern England. While I've toned it down a little, there's a lot of linguistic references in this story which might take some explaining, especially in the dialogue. It might help to know that "Nowt" and "Summat" are "nothing" and "something", that "da" and "fatha" both mean "father", that "...
Whenever I need to use a public toilet, I invariably go into one of the cubicles even if the entire row of urinals is empty. This used to be because, having had some bad reactions from women at the large size of my manhood, I was self-conscious about exposing my genitals to other people and preferred to hide myself away. These days, that no longer bothers m...
It started with my first job after leaving school, as an assistant gardener-cum-handyman at a local stately house. I was interviewed by a rather handsome man in his fifties called Clive, and we seemed to hit it off right away, and I figured that must have helped me get the job. It seemed the ideal way to get a foothold into the whole gardening/landscaping in...
Do you know what? I've hardly introduced my family apart from telling you, in my first story that I'm Mike. So let's do that, so that you know who's who as we go on. As I said, I'm Mike and I've recently turned 18. I'm 6'2" and weigh in at about 170 pounds. I used to be heavier and somewhat unfit, but then I got this job I'm doing now, as a fitness trainer...