This story is for all the fans and alumni, junior or senior, that had the pleasure of marching and competing in the fraternity known as drum and bugle corps and especially to my fellow past and present members of the Hawthorne Caballeros. RUMP! Kirk July 11, 1976 had been a strange and wonderful day for me. Not only did I turn 21, I met my bosses niece, G...
[This is a work of fiction. The sroty can fit several different categories, but the main two are voyeurism and erotic couplings. It is an unadulterated and unabashed attempt to tickle male fantasies, and as such, may or may not be, completely realistic. All events, locations, and people are fictitious and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is...
They’d been planning it for weeks, the road trip, a spring break trip across country. The plan had been to take two days to get to California, spend almost a week on the beach, hitting the waves, chasing the babes and getting hammered off their asses before coming back and finishing their senior year of college. Jake, Josh and Jeremy, the Three J’s they were...
Heads up, everyone--not a lot of action here. (Pretty much none, really.) But it is a novel, so you've got to have some plot somewhere. My apologies for any disappointment... Luke leaned back slightly for balance as he walked forward down the slanted ladder. His arms were laden with a bucket of water, a stack of clothes, a bowl of porridge, a cup of milk....
Note - There are full names in this segment, but they are fictional and random, and only used to maintain a degree of realism. In the last chapter, my parents and brother had just walked in on me and my topless girlfriend as we were lounging around my dorm room. I had just spent the most insane, depraved, and thrilling week of my life with her. 1 "Hel...
Chapter 1 Death. Broken bodies litter the city streets. What is the meaning of all this killing? Freedom, stupidity? Maybe both, but only time will tell. I scanned my surroundings from my secure spot in the corner. My breath hitched when I caught site of a person trying to crawl out of the carnage that made up the street. I pulled the laces tighter on my t...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
On the second Friday of August, 2011, I landed at a second-class airport, north of London. That is the airport normally used by the cheap airlines I had chosen. During the flight, air-hostesses, who spoke with heavy Irish, Spanish and Scottish accents, tried to sell us newspapers, orange-juice, sandwiches, even lottery tickets, causing silent panic attacks a...
This story is pure fantasy, though don't we all have them that we wish would come true? Just a little warning, the hot stuff doesn't happen till the end of the story. I hope you enjoy it. ***** I was running late, not that I had anywhere particular to be. I was heading home after an excursion into Philadelphia, one of my least favorite places to go. I w...
After I wrote the original story, I received some comments and several emails that asked or suggested that I continue the adventures of Tyler Rawlings, his younger brother John and John's wife Molly. I just reread my tale and have decided that maybe those characters haven't completed their story. Because of the suggestions and because I wanted to write ano...