Her name was Kaitee. Kaitee Bust to all of her co-workers. Her job, simple. Fuck on camera. Strip clothes so some horny 13 year old boy could wank off at night. She liked her work; she didn't hate her work. Average. Mundane. She enjoyed the fucking for sure. That was great. She remembered her favorite scenes. The times when guys with 8 inch cocks or 9 inch c...
My name is Fred. I am in graduate school in History at a Large Midwestern State University known for its outstanding basketball. I grew up in-state here in a mid-sized fallen industrial town. My town used to have factories. They are all in China now. I'm a mongrel. A little Polish, German, English, Italian and whatever mix accumulated in the family tree ove...
(Welcome to 1950s mid-West America.) One night over dinner the subject came up, the awful embarrassing subject. It was raised by Rodney's twin sister and their female cousin who lived with them in their house on Elm Street, Brewer. They raised it to embarrass Rodney, the shy 18 year old who struggled with his grades at Grover Cleveland High. Rodney was a...
(All characters depicted are 18 years of age or older) Mr. Wallace lined up all the girls against the wall for gym class. They slid their gym shorts down then put their hands on the wall. Their bare butts were pale, even the Latina and black girls in our class had pale butts, though they were more coppery than white. All the boys gathered close, ready to be...
Since I still haven't had time to finish anything new (which is frustrating as I have plenty of ideas in my head), I figured it was time to raid the back catalogue again. This story was first written (and posted elsewhere) in December 2010. This story isn't as accessible as others I have posted here, and it may not go down so well with women readers, as it i...
All the characters in this story are, of course, 18 years or over. ***** It was the summer of 1956 and the sun shone on the United States. It shone on the mid-West. On Minnesota. On the town of Brewer, set among pasture and lakes, with its silos, railroad tracks, dairies and car yards, its treelined streets and spacious old two story homes. It shone on it...
A True Story. At the age of 49, Myron felt that he had reached a certain degree of success in both his professional and personal life. He had worked diligently throughout his academic and business careers to be in the position he now was. He had put the failures of his past love life far behind him, and he was now going on his 14th year with this corporat...
Chapter One - Sloane Let's start at the beginning. "The last thing I need is another fucking mouth to feed! And a fucking boy at that!" That was what my Aunt Amanda said when I arrived on her doorstep. "Well we're dirt poor and this place only has two bedrooms so it looks like you're sharing with your cousin," were the next words out of her mouth. I wa...
[This is a sequel to 'Cream Buns after the Party'] It had been scary towards the end of the party as I knew, if any of the hotel staff had walked in, I would have been instantly dismissed in disgrace. That's kind of not what you need in your first job after college. I had been asked to be bar tender in one of the hotel function rooms. I didn't know it wa...
I know it's been a while, but here's a story I've had in the works for some time. I honestly don't like the story until the end (this is 2 part story). All characters are above the age of 18. ***** Chapter 1 Jimmy was a geeky kind of kid, though not overly. Standing at 5 feet 10 inches, he wasn't one of the biggest boys at school, but he wasn't the smalle...