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  • trade tricking - the johns story
  • "Hey, kid." Read More...

  • my sons aching back
  • After several months of working as a server for a high end restaurant, my son, Anthony, had been experiencing some fairly severe back pain. He was on his feet eight hours a day, toting heavy plates laden with food, making numerous runs to the kitchen and rarely having a moment to rest. He usually worked the most active shift that started at 4:00 PM., but this day he had worked the morning shift, so he got home at 2:00 PM. Read More...

  • my girlfriends father
  • "That's it, Boy. Ah, fuck, yeah. You take what's coming to ya'. Take it like a good buddy. Take it like MY good buddy. Is that what you're needing? You want Daddy to fuck you full-stroke, huh?" I could feel the entire length of Mr. Stewart's velvety shaft ease it's way into, then all the way out of me, all the way out--including the helmet-shaped head--out of my body. Read More...

  • bottomboy for mexicans
  • Raul and I were eating in a restaurant when a cute young tourist came in. As all of the tables were occupied, he looked around, and seeing me motion to him, came to sit at our table. He was the same age as Raul, 18 years old, and I was attracted to him immediately, although my usual preference is for dark-skinned Mexicans. But this Gringo boy was exceptionally nice-looking: light-brown hair, green eyes, about 5 feet 7 inches and a nice, thin-but-not-skinny build. He, knowing a little high school Spanish, and Raul hit it off right from the start. They both had caps on backwards, stereo headphones around their necks, and were soon trading and listening to each other's music. Read More...

  • horsing around
  • The City: Read More...

  • Renewal of Passion
  • I had been down and just marking time ever since I'd left Beirut three years earlier. I hadn't really been able to write that whole time either; I was just floating on the royalties from my earlier novels, written in the passion of my youth passion that I just couldn't find in me anymore. Perhaps it was having hit that deadly age of fifty; perhaps passion naturally dissipated from that point. But, again, perhaps it was the radical change in my lifestyle. I'd loved teaching at the American University of Beirut, but I'd been warned it was time to leave Lebanon that it was just too dangerous there for Americans at that time and I knew in my heart that this was a reasonable assessment that placing myself in danger placed others around me in danger as well, people I cared deeply for. I'd loved in every sense of the word my young protg, Riyad Munif, now a celebrated novelist throughout the Arab world in his own right. Read More...

  • the major gets his ass spanked
  • In l954, I was stationed in Salzburg, Austria and working as an office manager for the U.S. Army. My job was such that I had permission to live off base. So, I rented a small apartment. My apartment was in a building that was isolated. I could make noise and nobody could see or hear me. Read More...

  • the barber
  • Picture it, a town of 900 in 1960 with one barber - that's enough since half the population would be men. Read More...

  • Bachelor Party
  • Ive known John for over 10 years and still remember the first day he started working at our company in the mailroom as he attended college in the evenings. From there John continued to work at the company and turned into one of our best salesmen. During this time I mentored John and was so pleased with his performance, winning award after award. So it came no surprise to me that when he was getting married I was invited to his wedding. Read More...

  • seeking daddy
  • It would be true to say my granddad enjoyed a drink. It was often a topic of discussion as to whether to invite him to family occasions as he often got loud and spoke his mind after a few drinks. It was on one of his drinking binges that he managed to injure his leg falling over. I was given the task at 21 of looking after him for a few days. It was not my idea of fun but I could not get out of it.

    I had always had a thing about granddad. He was 6ft with short silver hair, a large stocky build, short silver/grey beard and a booming voice. He would never take no for an answer and had an air of authority about him.

    I arrived late evening at granddads and put my bags in the small guest room. It had the same musky odour I remembered as a kid. In fact the dcor had remained the same brown and beige colours for years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)