Copyright Oggbashan August 2017 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* Back in the 19...
This story is a work of fiction, all persons are over the age of 18. The story is for entertainment. * The classic rock radio station I listen to has been advertising a spring concert in the park with local cover bands playing 60's, 70's & 80's songs. Since I enjoy listening to the music of that era, being 57, and I also enjoy watching the new bands tryin...
Portland is a great town. In fact, I used to live there until I was pushed out of my job for reasons I didn't understand at the time. More about that later. Anyway, I live in San Francisco now, and one day my boss told me to get packed and head for Portland. One of our top clients needed some serious hand-holding. So I flew north expecting anything up to a...
My name is Anthony Blake. A big and tall Black man living in the United States of America. Boston is the city I call home. I've lived there ever since I graduated from Brockton Community High School in 2000. Massachusetts is like no place on the planet Earth. Yet even this venerable state isn't free from the influence of those men and women I label the hat...
Even though I don't have any kids young enough to attend high school, I still go to a lot of the athletic games at the school that's near my home. About the only people that go to all the games are the players parents. During the past few years I have become friendly with not only lots of kids, but their families as well. Last month as I was leaving our...
Public swimming pools are usually great spots for some hot exhibitionism. I especially love the YMCA near my house. The doors to the men's and women's locker rooms face each other. And if the door is propped open, one can easily see into a portion of the other locker room. I went in the middle of the day and propped open the door to the men's locker room....
A gray street, towering façades, and sky scrapers marked the scene in Manhattan. Business people in sharp suits and colorful ties marched past. Business women in black dresses and white sneakers swooshed past. A little green token tree was chained to a pole. A neatly dressed homeless was only recognizably by the drunk movements in the morning. Patty stood w...
I was 18 and in my senior year at high school. I was not popular, but not as unpopular as the nerds. However, I was smart, with a GPA of 4.5, and I was one of the heads of the school band. I was not jacked, but I had average muscles and stood at 6'0. Like many high school experiences, my high school had that one dream girl that girls wanted to be and guys...
My name is Byron Langston. A six-foot-one, lean and muscular Black man of Haitian and Native American descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I recently graduated from the University of Massachusetts ( Boston campus ) with a bachelor's degree in business administration. Presently, I work for United Credit Union, a local business. It's okay, I...
My name is John and my friends and I have always been a little bit freaky. You wouldn't know it to look at us. I'm a five-foot-ten, chunky but funky young man with short red hair, freckled milky white skin and pale gray eyes. In the eyes of the world, I was an eighteen-year-old, Church-going Irish Catholic lad. It was my favorite disguise and people rarely s...