Readers, this is a fictitious story, written in the first person, based very loosely about someone I knew growing up. ***** "Happy Birthday, Larry!" was the greeting when I got home from school and work on my 19th birthday. My parents, my older sister Pam, as well as a couple of cousins and two close friends of mine since high school were there to surpris...
I was sitting on the hood of the car parked in front of room 128 when the door opened and they came out. She saw me and her face lost its color. Her eyes couldn't meet mine and she looked away. As I slid off the hood of the car he put his hands up in a defensive gesture and I said: "Don't bother. Neither one of you is worth wasting my time on." I walked ov...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. ***** Chapter 1 His father had told him that college life was not high school and Rodney Boudreaux had to agree. In High School, Rodney would have been able to smile and bull shit his way out of an assignment, or if the teacher really insisted that he d...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Jack woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes and made his way downstairs to find his sister cooking naked in the kitchen. She smiled as she saw him enter and sat two plates down at the table. "So he's finally awake!! Dig in bro," she said, smiling. Jack sat down and start...
I’ve been swimming for many years. It’s my favorite, if not my only, way to exercise. I’m no longer young or in good health. Swimming is very good exercise given my physical condition. I learned to swim young and still have very good form and technique. I go to an athletic club in my mid-western home town at least three times a week. Since I retired early a...
This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of these over 18 year old characters or situations in this story to anything real is purely random chance. The seed of inspiration for this story came from reading a couple of other stories with similar themes that melded nicely with my own recollections of daydreams and wishful thinking about the assembled array...
The next week flew by, work, eat, talk, and making love. Sometimes some nice, clean, dirty sex. All with the woman I had secretly hoped to find again since my high school days. Darejani had been my secret love back then, and I was hers. We were in love back then, but in a relatively chaste way. We kissed as much as we could, but because of her very strict Ir...
A.N. Okay everyone, we begin Act 2 of The Lost Boy! I hope you all enjoy, and I hope you like the direction we're going. More to come! Also, if you guys are familiar with my work especially with The Lost Boy, you'll probably notice that I throw in little references to some of my favorite artists works. There's a character in here who was inspired by one...
This is a tale from my younger days, when I was in the 6th form. I was 18 and studying my second year at Advanced or 'A' level. I was studying English, Chemistry and PE, so I kept in shape, both physically and mentally. For the courses we did, there were three teachers in every subject, but each particular subject was taught by a combination of two of these...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** (This story was one I wrote and posted on Halloween. It's a bit more gruesome than my other works as a result.) *** Intro Carl had always been different, he was a quiet somewhat effeminate looking boy, taking mainly after his mother. From an early age he had loved playi...