This is a story about swimmers, so therefore, it must be a stroke story. Right? Am I right? ************************************* There were three generations of blondes occupying the table at the food court in the mall I had recently begun to manage. I had seen them before, perhaps each Saturday for about a month now. With each visit they captured more...
Note: This story brings back many memories of my growing up... Please let me know what you think. I had graduated high school a couple of months earlier. I was eighteen years old and it was August. In a month I'd be attending college in California. But, as I had done since my Dad had died several years ago, I would fly to Columbus, Ohio and visit my grandmo...
The screeching of the garbage truck's wheels outside woke Liz at exactly 6:32am. She stretched and rolled over. Next to her was the man she had married three years ago; the one who she had lost touch with; the one she had sucked off in less than two minutes the night before. Apparently, going for two months without getting his dick sucked made for a hard and...
This story is, in a sense, a continuation of my "The Performance" series. I have retained the same characters. However, I felt that the onstage theme needed a rest. I think that this story can stand on its own, but you are welcome to read "The Performance" stories for background. This story draws on some real experiences but is a work of fiction. Any resem...
It was the summer of 1980, the year when I graduated from high school, the year I turned eighteen. I thought I had my life in order, I had already been admitted to music school at Ohio State, and I was working a part time job at Arbys, mostly weekends, for spending money. I'm 5'5, 116 pounds, 36C, and my mom has let me dye my hair blond since I was twelve. L...
Wherein our Dear Bubbles Meets and Greets The Retard, The Cowboy and the Surly Bus Driver and the Fruit Inspectors. * Prefix Dear reader, you really should be sure to read Part 1 when Bubbles tells how she took a summer job at Doc Finster's Pharmacy in her hometown in Indiana for the sole purpose of getting together enough money to leave home and start n...
All people in this story were 18 or older, some elements of the story are true, all names have been changed. This story happened during the summer of 1983 on the Ohio River between Shawneetown, Illinois and Evansville, Indiana. My wife Jane and I decided to attend the "Thunder on The Ohio", Unlimited Hydroplane races held in Evansville, Indiana that year....
This story is the fourth in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is wise to read my stories "Kelli," "Kelli CH 02," and "Kelli CH 03" before reading this story. This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those instit...
Chapter 6 - Conversations A large circle of people sat in a Circle in the aftermath of a superb dinner served by Chef Bobbie - miniature Beef Wellingtons with a natural sauce served with fresh Belgian asparagus. The group had just finished praising the Chef as she sat naked in Aaron's arms incessantly teasing him by grinding her pussy against his bathing su...
Author's Note: This story contains straight and gay male sex. All participants in sexual activities are 18 or older. "In the snowstorm you came close to wild animals and they were not afraid. They travelled across country not knowing where they were and the deer stood sometimes in the lee of the cabin. In a snowstorm you rode up to a moose and he mistook y...