- Time's Quick Colored Fuel
... contact with reality. Colours in the dark. The silence at the end of the song. The photographs had to have been taken that second year. Paul and Jeremy graduated the following spring and never reappeared. And Mark never returned for our ... - Timeshare
... said, "Harper, Efram. Hawk s Crest Number Eighteen." she read off. "Yep. Son, I hate to spoil your vacation, but you been double-booked. Got your papers on you?" "Yeah." I said. "And I know I don t have the wrong date. He must have the ... - Tony and ty
... He could tell a California surfer-boy from a corn-feded Midwestern farmer s son from an East Coast preppie stud. Rather than fighting this feeling, Ty was pleasantly, though nervously, giving in. He d fantasize about what sex with a guy ... - Too Young to Marry
... appearance of him, from what i remember and the agreeable nature too, see my son was killed when he was 22, in a conflict, of course what else would it be" he stated bitterly He continued "I remember my marriage at that premature age ...
- Trainer
... over my butt he began kneading my legs. This Black bastard was one strong son of a bitch but it felt so damn good I just lay there and let him work my body. As me moved up my body with those magic hands massaging my butt, then my back and ... - Tramp Steamerr
... closer. "You tink you can take my fucker up yo arse mister? He grinned. "Son, I d think I d died and gone to heaven." He looked at me with a puzzled expression, and I realized the phrase didn t translate. "I never killed nobody wid it ... - Treading Water
... this was the way it had always been done. During the summer the couple s son Kevin would join the crew. He would mend fences, re-dig post-holes that had gone loose, paint, mow lawns, garden, a mix of seasonal chores and yearly maintenance ... - Troy and His Nephew
... Josh, for ten years. Josh was seven when Troy had moved out East. His sister s son was a scruffy little kid who always seemed to be pestering him. Troy had kept busy with his work and all, and besides phoning and letters, had not been ... - Troy Vogt and Me
... is to say, one of my aunts gave a daughter up for adoption and Troy was the son of the adoptive parents. Our story begins in the late spring of 1991. Troy Vogt and I met some years back, at that time I was twenty-seven and he was around ... - Tutoring Zun
... spelled it with a "Z" to help people pronounce it correctly. He was the oldest son of an apparantly well-to-do family; his father was some kind of businessman. It was his father who encouraged him to study in America. "Look," I said, as ... - Twenty on the Butt
... and lube close to the prone guy s face. "You ready for seven inches of this, son?" "Oh, shit!" is Dave s only response. He lays his head on the bench and waits. Cum still drips from his dangling dick. Richardo drags both of the Anglo s ... - Two of a Kind
... The three danced together, concentrating on each others movement. As one song faded into another, one of the twins motioned with his head to the side of the dance floor. Making their way out of the crowd the boys walked to a bar. ... - Two Peas in a Pod Par
... married or single?" Peter asked. "Well, I m a widower with two teenaged sons back in the states that I ll probably miss terribly and Jon here s never been married. We hope that we won t cramp your style." Hank almost apologized. "No ... - Underground
... Underground. And I sang this song in 1903 Without knowing that my love is like the Phoenix If it dies one night the next morning sees it reborn Guillaume Appolinaire, "The Song of the Badly Loved" Behind St. Eustache where rue ... - Unexpected Life
... Arnie and led him back to the dressing room. "Did I do ok?" Arnie asked. "Son you did fine. You are one beautiful kid." Mason said as he removed the robe and began to feel Arnie again. They were alone this time. Arnie smiled knowing ... - Vincent and James
... in Paris and Vincent in California, the two had had a close bond and the grand son thought this was the best to spend his inheritance and honour his memory. Having put everyone in front of the fait accompli, he couldn t care less of ... - VISITING UNCLE'S RANCH
... all!" "Can we change the subject? When did you start banging the help?" "Son, I ve been porking studs since I was your age. You think a guy with a dick like mine can walk around very long without certain fellas starting to drool? I ... - WAITING FOR SOMEONE
... my upper lip. And then the feeling is gone. It is like a father comforting his son in a moment of grief. And I feel a tiny bit better. I am wishing for those lips to brush mine again. Somewhere inside of me is a need that must be filled. ... - Waiting For The Sun
... "ooh no, not at all! I just wanted to thank you for what you did for my son, Jacob.". So this was Jakes mom, ah, He has her hair, his hair was in a different style of course, she wore hers short and curly, but it was the same kind of ... - Watching My Son
... Watching My Son. I wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented and in need of the bathroom. I pull the thin sheet that s draped over the lower half of my body away and prop myself into a sitting position. Swinging my legs out of bed, ... - Watching the Boys Do It
... woman next door, Ginny, is about 40 years old and lives alone, except for a son away in college. As a single male in my late twenties, I enjoy the openness of the property and the privacy I have here. But, on to my wonderful story. I ... - Water Polo Exhibition
... for the match to begin suspected nothing, never imagining that their friends, sons, boyfriends, and frat brothers were fucking, kissing, and sucking each other s cocks in the locker room. They watched as the USC team, apparently ...
- Weekend With Sarge
... voice, this one seemed ripped from him. "Here s to my father, that hard-ass sonofabitch who walked out of here not a half hour ago! Most decorated fucking soldier in the whole fucking Korean conflict! And me, his son, named for him, ... - Where a Bike Ride Can Take You
... I would say I have a pretty nice connection at the Wine Shop. I think the son of the owner had a little thing for me, or at least he did before going off to Chile to study wine, but I digress. So I offered the bottle of wine and I m ... - Where the Real Men Are
... s arm as the brawny red-haired logger splashed him expertly and copiously. "Son of a bitch! I m going to get you for that!" Jake coughed, blinked, and then laughed. God, this was great! The only way to enjoy a cool river in the late ... - Why I Say Thank You
... not for the strong smell of sweat that assaulted his nose again. Like a sweet song, beckoning him closer. Drawing him with the same strength as the hardness he felt beneath his palms. Juan stood in silence, taking the place in voice that ... - Winter With a Ghost
... and strolled along the Parisian nights and bought sidewalk paintings for a song and looked at the bookstalls and ate croissants and it was all quite wonderful. We went there every weekend if we had the time and the chance. Here in London, ... - Working Out
... his guitar, the chords and his deep voice filling the house with one of the songs he d been writing. His big, thick chest would billow when he took a breath, the thick curly hair pushed against the guitar, his hard butt cheeks filling the ... - WRITE YOUR OBITUARY
... Shave 29, was killed by a Metro Rail train last Thursday. Brian is the second son of Bill and Stephanie Shave of Victoria. A graduate of Stetson University, he was employed as an internet marketing specialist. His passions included ... - Xalvador
... woman s cooking skills were out of this world. She spoke for hours about her son, who she told me was only nineteen, turns out he had always been a star student and a wonderful athlete, swimming and track his two best sports. He was also ...