Diary

New Jock Tales---Freshman year—Chptr 11--School's Out ! Schooooooooools out----for----summer !! da da da dat--dadadadat. Yaaaawweee. Finally ! In spite of my model student athlete status, other than football and cheerleaders, I pretty much hated school. It just wasn't me, and therefore no plans for college. I bolted out the gym doors, and headed straight for my jeep. I was so proud of it, and had gotten tons of compliments. Canary yellow---Muncie 4-speed. 33” Micky Thompson tires. One bad ass fuckin sound system. Edlebrock intake and carb. I ripped my tee off running towards it, then my kicks on arrival. I hadn't...

This story is fictional; any resemblance to real life events is coincidence. -------------------------------------------------------------- Yesterday my mother and I came up with a plan for me to seduce my brother, Ryan. She believed it was safer for us to discover and explore with each other, than with someone else. She convinced me that the attraction I felt towards my brother was normal and acting on the attraction was socially unacceptable, but perfectly ok behind closed doors. I had spent most of the morning in my room cleaning and thinking about all the things my mother suggested I do to find out if...

The Cat Burglar It had been almost a week since I had been home. While Taiwan is a nice place, I was ready to get back to my comfortable and quiet apartment. After dragging my luggage out of the cab I was greeted by Steve, the doorman. I loaded in the elevator and felt my body grow heavy by the time we got to the 32nd floor. It was late and the hall was quiet, but to me it was still daytime. Jet lag is a bitch. I made my way into the apartment and determined that I would go straight...

“Sorry to bother you,” Emma repeated again. “It’s okay,” I smiled at her, “If anything happens again, call me.” With a wave of my hand, I turned around and walked down the street. It was a warm April day; a light breeze gently touched my face and body. I passed Jefferson Street, past the magnolia bushes. A sweetish smell hit my nostrils. Jackie lived here; she was my mother's work colleague. Once I was fixing her laptop too. Jackie is about 40 but have a very youthful appearance. An image flashed in my memory: Jackie in a white top and short...

THE HEADMASTER David, my husband has an older brother, Steven who has two sons, Charlie and Miles with his wife Karen. At the time of this incident, Steven was serving in the British Army based out in Germany, both sons thanks to the Army paying some of the fees, had been educated at UK boarding schools since they were 8 years old, flying out to see their parents at full holiday times, at other times we were their legal guardian in the UK and looked after them on the half term breaks. Charlie is 2 years old than my elder son...

This is a sad, sweet, tale which echoes a time that many would like to forget ever happened in this country. But it did, and the ghosts of that time live on in many families in many different ways. There isn’t a lot of explicit sex in this. It is more of a tone poem (writing which sets a mood), but it came to me almost complete in a single brilliant flash. I tried to write down what I saw and what I heard and what I felt. I hope that you can see and hear and feel some of that...

This is a fictional story involving me my wife and her step-grandfather My wife, Nicole and I have been married for 7 years and have three wonderful children. We live in a smaller town and most people here are close friends and lots of family. When our first son was born he was diagnosed with a syndrome and that's when we found out that both of us carry a gene. After our second son to be diagnosed with the syndrome when decided that I should have a vasectomy to prevent more children to be born with a serious medical condition. It...