Friday morning. Happy birthday. Nothing like being eighteen. Again. After slowly waking up to the third round of the snooze button's blaring of the morning show, I decided that I didn't feel any different than the day before. No miraculous reversion to my former condition. I was going to have to face this damnable coming of age ceremony head on. The first...
Wayne Kyleen Stonehammer. Who could forget a euphonious name like that? More important, who could forget Kyleen? It's been over fifty years, and my memory of her and that summer we met remain as vivid as a morning sunrise on a cloudless day. It was the summer of 1966. Lyndon Johnson was president. We were mired in Vietnam. Gas was around thirty cents a ga...
This one is a little personal; my father in law was a Japanese-American GI in WW2 and there are a lot of echoes of my family in Doc M's family. The Battle of the Lost Brigade happened in October 1944. Like the Light Brigade at Balaclava, the 442d was ordered by incompetent generals to do a militarily impossible task and did it on sheer courage, at great los...
My Initial Transgression continued… Safely back with the other teachers, questions about my extended absence quickly ensued. “I ran into Darnell after visiting the ladies room,” I found myself easily explaining. “And I’m afraid I lost track of time discussing his performance in my class.” Darnell’s grades weren’t exactly up to par, but they weren’t abysmal,...
Edited by "Crazysoundguy' * As soon as he had pulled off the Interstate he had checked his map; he had laughed. When he was a kid it had been almost one hundred miles from the turnpike---a toll road---to the obscure little town with the funny name; it was tucked away in a small valley in an unremarkable sub-branch of the eastern mountain range which had on...
NOTE: This is a work of fiction. All characters engaging in sexual activities are over the age of eighteen. ***** The stink was overwhelming. As Claire exited her car, it hit her like a punch to the throat. She gagged, put a hand to her mouth and rushed for the gallery's entrance, hoping that the air would be a little less foul inside. She pried open the g...
This story is a work of fiction, but it does draw on some of my own real-life experiences growing up, as well as a healthy dose of fantasy. The story is about 4 high school senior boys (18 years old) who are called out of their physical education class and forced to undergo a complete physical exam as a group. The story is a first-person account told by one...
As the morning sun finally found its way to James’ face the warmth and brightness awakened him. He awoke to a beautiful sight. There beside him on the couch was a beautiful woman nestled tightly against him. She was completely naked and the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. The night before his dream had finally came true and he had fucked his teacher. H...
Chapter 5 "I met Andrew that evening. He was a short, round man that carried himself well but had the same kind of smile and easy going manor that his wife had. After dinner we sat around the living room playing cards and talking. Andrew told me that they rarely watched TV and had mainly gotten the cable for the foster kids. When I told him that I didn't...
The story about Dad's spanking as a boy came out when we were visiting Grandma's farm in the summer holidays. A sister asked about an old, flat sofa. It was long, like a bed, and stood in a closed-in porch that ran along the side of the farmhouse. "Who used to sleep here, Grandma, in the old days?" my youngest sister asked. She had developed an interest in...