"Good Evening, Gentlemen," the Captain began, "and welcome to our monthly meeting. I hope you have enjoyed the delicious food and wine which has been on offer to you," there was a smattering of applause, "and continue to enjoy the evening's entertainment." I had been in the Captain's employ for only a few days, but was beginning to understand the way his mon...
My growth-spurt kicked in the summer I graduated from high-school. In three short months, my dick managed to grow from adolescent to truly MAN-SIZED proportions. One hot night in July, I found myself sitting in bed, just staring down at my very own seven-and-a-half-inch boner! With a mixture of pride and disbelief, I realized I could hardly wrap my fingers a...
As I lie here writing this story I am first and foremost aware of my great fortune. I am secure financially and personally. I have the career I always wanted, I have wonderful friends and an ironclad support system. The joy that I feel on a daily basis is made manifest each day as I wake next to my husband, the man who helped me to become the person that I a...
One of the worst parts of living in a major city is the amount of people. After a while it becomes somewhat normal, but when you get outside of the city it shows just how abnormal this truly is. When you live in New York City, you feel more like sardines packed into a container than people living in close relation to one another. These thoughts were racing...
Gavin, the love of my life, the man I lovingly call "Bigfoot," has told you his side of the story. Now let me tell you mine. I'm twenty years old. For the first ten years of my life, I was raised in a very liberal family. We were nudists, and spent every summer at one resort or another, in the company of other nudists. We also went bare around the house, so...
Disclaimer: The characters in this fiction story are of legal and consenting age 18 or older. Any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental. * It was Summer in the early 70's, and I was away at Boy Scout camp. I was still a virgin. The camp was large and sprawling, located deep in a remote forest. Aside from the main camp building that s...
There was a summer in the eighties when my life just seemed to disintegrate and then reassemble, and the autumn found my life in a place that I never would have believed. May was a bad month. I had been under a lot of stress at work, and my colleagues and I could see the writing on the wall. Mrs Thatcher's Britain could be a ruthless place, and the company...
AN: This is a work of fiction. ***** "Entshuldigung, ist dieser Platz frei?" My hands slipped from my book and it fell to the floor. I was reading a travel guide when I was interrupted by a warm, baritone voice. A young man in his early twenties was standing along the open door of the train compartment that I occupied. I didn't catch what he said since i...
Andrew was starting to wonder if his decision to stay home that summer was a bad one. Quite a few of his friends had gone off to camp, and the neighborhood seemed empty now. The morning after the last bus to camp had left, Andrew knew it was going to be a long, boring summer. He trudged downstairs and ate the last of the pancakes, his mother and father havin...
It had been a year since I had last spoken to my friend Hillary. Yet despite the fact that we really hadn't seen much of each other since I'd moved west five years earlier, we remained close. She called at the beginning of last summer, and, since it had been so long, was glad to hear from her. Much of our conversation revolved around her son, Jim, who at the...