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The Skate Park—Mr. Wilson10:00 AM. 98 fuckin degrees. Gonna be a hot one. My pits were already soaked. Sweat dripping down my ribcage. Even my head was sweating. I took off my cap and walked over to the jeep, fishing out a tube of jell. Over to the bath house to spike up the mohawk. Mom didn't like the mohawk, or the ink. She didn't say much though, being as how I paid all the bills. Been that way since I was 17—the divorce was ugly, and dad seemed to no longer give a fuck about any of us.It...
The Skate Park—HAPPY BIRTHDAYWoke up about 9:00. House was quite. Had been an eventful night. Couple of the boys were still asleep, crashed on the floor, stripped down to their boxers. I was still sportin my jock, and a huge piss boner. I walk over to the bathroom and cut loose—seemed like hours. Really need to blow some nut, but had too much to do. Today would be Dustin's big day.I put on some coffee, grab a go-cup, and head for the skate shop. Didn't take a lot of looking around—I knew what I...
The Skate Park—The BondingIn this chapter of “Matts Skatepark Aventures” will be the tale of the “bonding” that happened with myself, and my lil br o. What started with some crushed nuts would ultimately grow to, as put by others, “The Dillon Dawgs “ a force to be feared. . It will serve as a bridge, if you will, from the previous to up-coming chapters. This is a true story.Jamie and me arrive at the park and park in the parking lot. (how many times can YOU say park in one sentence, lol) I hop...
The Skate Park--JamieSitting on the picnic table at the skate park one day, just struck up a conversation with this dude that I had not seen before. Guess I was “feeling him out”. As one of the regulars, at 19, me and a few of my buds kinda looked out for the younger k**s, making sure nobody came in and started fuckin with them.Im telling “Jamie” that I was kinda like the “ruler” of the park. He ask me “ya, how is that”?Well, as one of the oldest, and more experienced boarders, me and my buds...
The Skate Park—ERMatthew ?----------Matthew?------wake up Matthew ! Wake the fuck up !!“what the fuck are you yelling at “ ? I asked the question with no idea yet whom I was talking to—or even where I was. “hey dudes—he's awake” a familiar voice shouted. Several people, including a few in all white came into my room. Wait—this wasn't my room. “OK what the fuck is going on”? Calmly Mr. Dillon—and watch your language please. You are in the ER.“What” ? “You took a fall at the skate park—you've...
The Skate Park—Bl o o d Sweat and TearsTime went on for the next few years with nothing out of the ordinary happining. Dustin 16 now I was aproaching 21. Still mowing, and more painting now. Still making a porn here and there for Mr. Johnny. I told him I was content for the filming fee—he could keep sales and commissions. Prolly should keep it in the big towns cause the smaller ones might recognize me from football fame. So we kept it to Dallas/Ft Worth, Houston, San Antone, and Austin. There...
While in Oregon one summer a few years back I was looking for something to do outdoors and of course looking for cock to suck. I looked on one of those "things to do" locally pages in my hotel room and there was a park not far away so I decided I'd go for a walk and little hike if possible. After arriving at the park I started to explore the walking paths and after a while I saw a sign for a skate park so I decided that could be an interesting place to find some healthy dick and I made my way...
The Skate Park Bustin B R O S CherryI woke up after a couple hours nap. Still kinda groggy—it was just a lazy fuckin day. Went up to the kitchen to start the chile I promised my lil b r o. All my homies loved my chile, but I didn't call anyone tonight. Decided to keep it quite, just me and b r o.We woofed down the chile and dogs like we hadn't eaten in a week. Headed back down to the basement to find a movie, and just chill. I paused at the bottom stair, and waited. Finally lil b r o got...
The Skate Park Lock UpOfficer Kelso rolled me into the jail about 300 AM. It was pretty quite due to the late hour. Booking went pretty quick. I didn't say much until the booking officer run his finger up my ass, and told me to cough. “Did ya like that “? was all I said to him. He handed me some orange stripes and told me to put them on. I shucked out of my street clothes, and slid into them, fixing my dick to hang low. He kinda looked at me and asked where were my shorts. I looked back at...
The Skate Park---Mud RidinSlipin n slidin, and slingin mud--who don't like a dirty boi, covered in crud ??We arrived at the dirt tracks about 11:00 AM. It was still lightly raining, so I had put the bikini top on the jeep. Dustin helped me get unloaded, and all the gear out. Put on my ridin boots, and chest ptotector. I just left the shirt off---gonna get dirty anyway “) It was about 90 out, warm and muggy. Those pits are gonna really be stinkin after a couple of hours ridin.Kelso and Petroni...
The Skate Park---Transfer of PowerMornings at the sk8t park were always the best. Still lots of tree shade, but in the summer, still hot as fuck by noon. I was surprised at how many of the guys showed up---it was kinda short notice. Dustin and Kelso were sk8tin around the short track. I was just hangin on the table, waiting for the rest of the guys.Finally they were all there---I gave out a loud and hard whistle---lots of dudes were so jealous cause I could do that. We all were assembled now....
The Skate Park--- Makin PornAfter Mr. Wilson got me out of jail, I went to his house the next day to do a free mowing for him, as promised. He said it didn't really need it at the moment, but that his friend Johnny was around back, and wanted to see me about something. (sweet, I thinks to myself)Having some of Mr. Wilsons infamous lemonaide, Jonnny tells me he would like to video me at the park ridin on my board. Then, if I would, maybe a jack-off scene later. He went on to explain that...
The Skate Park Midnight Skatin“Mom” ? “Yes honey”? “Who's that on the couch”? Well, that's your brother sweetie—you dont reconise him”? “umm, looks like he kinda growed up” “lol, well yes, I guess he has since you saw him last” “He's hairy as an ape---and damm what some feet” “yes, he's quite the man now. But don't wake him up honey, he had a rough night with your dad”. “He gonna be moving in with us now mom “? “I think probably so—your dad is going to Mexico” “That sux” As I lay there on...
The Skate Park—The yard job Jamie and me show up at Mr. Wilson's about 9:00 AM. I had recuited him the day before to help me do his yard. I promised him a mouth full of jizz—lol cheap labor.It was a big yard, about 1 ½ acre. Lots of trees and bushes, and wood chips. This would be an all day gig, then the “bonus” afterwards for Mr. Wilson and his friend, Johnny.Took us about 2 hours to do the front. Mow, trim some bushes, and a few bags of mulch. By now we were both pretty pumped up, and...
I’ve been in pharmaceutical sales for about 6 years now. The pay is fantastic but it has cost me my marriage. I wine and dine the big medical practices and in return they prescribe a lot of the medications I sell. The larger practices I treat to some expensive dinners at a local restaurant inside a fancy hotel. I found myself booking a room there when I planned on these outings since I consumed a lot of alcohol, along with the staff. The hotel eventually gave me a great rate on a suite.After a...
I’ve been in pharmaceutical sales for about 6 years now. The pay is fantastic but it has cost me my marriage. I wine and dine the big medical practices and in return they prescribe a lot of the medications I sell. The larger practices I treat to some expensive dinners at a local restaurant inside a fancy hotel. I found myself booking a room there when I planned on these outings since I consumed a lot of alcohol, along with the staff. The hotel eventually gave me a great rate on a suite.After a...
As time went on Mary (the doc) became a bit more demanding and possessive. I was servicing one of her business/medical associates at least once a week.Many of these ladies were still attractive but after my stint with Brit, I really preferred young pussy, especially BritI was having interludes with Brit about once a week also. She is unpredictable. I would park in the lot by the skate park at least three times a week but she would only come to the car about once a week.When I am with Brit I’m...
The Skate Park—The Royal Dream, Part One.After shooting the porn, Mr. Wilson and Johnny packed up and left. Johnny said he would let me know soon how his buddies liked it.Dustin and me hung back at the park, deciding to ride our boards a bit more, me still covered in my now dried out piss and jizz. I was such a pig :) And stunk like one. Dustin was checking me out doin some tricks, and I decided to take a break. Setting on the pic nic table next to him, I fished out a joint ant took a couple of...
© Copyright It was at the park when I first noticed her. A woman in her 50s I guessed, sitting crossed legged on her blanket, eating her picnic lunch, reading a book and enjoying the warm July summer sun. Like most days, now that school is out, I sit at the park, feed the birds and enjoy reading my Danielle Steele novels when I'm not working. I landed a nice summer job for the town I live in as a painter. My job was go around town and repaint all the town's fire hydrants. That's it!...
There are situations in a man's life when time gets all fucked up. The first time that happened to me was in the very first football game I was a starter in. I was a normally second stringer and was used to sitting on the bench. Then the guy who played end got hurt, just before an away game, and suddenly I was out in front of all those people and the team was depending on me. I don't remember there being any time during that game. I was either playing or standing on the sidelines watching...
“Where are you? I’m downtown,” she texted him. It was already almost midnight and Sophie had gone out with some friends to see a hockey game. They ended up going to the pub afterwards so Rich met her there. As the impending closing time approached she became increasingly flirtatious as they danced and kissed on the dance floor to the music the live band was pumping out. She was a hot little number; standing maybe 5’4” with gorgeous hazel brown eyes, brown hair, a smile to die for, and a body...
Straight SexDown came the windows, though she knew that the interior would have a fine coating of gravel dust by the time she returned home. It was the first truly warm day of the year. The office had hired a couple of people to reduce her workload. She'd finally come to her senses and returned to single life after a string of two bad relationships. She meant to enjoy it to its fullest. The wind whipped through her short blonde hair, bringing a smile to her lips as she cruised between the fields and...
Prologue ‘Shit. Feels so fuckin’ good.’ ‘Please, please, please. Harder,’ the little redhead begged. We started pounding harder. ‘Oh, God. Yes,’ she squealed. ‘Fuck, man. I can feel you,’ I gasped. ‘Yeah. Jesus. Fucking close,’ Raine gritted out. I looked at his enraptured face and my balls tightened painfully. Shit. His dark eyes were hooded, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, and head rolled back slightly. He was sexy. He was gorgeous. He was also very, very straight. ‘Holy fucking...
This one might be just a touch, a tad, a jot, an iota over the top. The answer to that stereotypical LW cliché, that trite meme – is not that the best revenge is a life well-lived – it is a life really, REALLY well-lived. Enjoy. (BTW, if you recognise the accent – it’s not from there!) RAINE, ON HER PARADE “Damn, you’re a hard man to track down.” I grunted. I didn’t look around – I didn’t need to: she still wore the same perfume. Not knowing quite what else to do, I continued attaching...
Dear readers it’s been a long while since I sat down to finish the story that I started I’m hoping that you will enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. ***** Meanwhile Logan paced back and forth in his cell. Eagerly awaiting for the guards to escort him to his visit with Raine. He stood with his feet apart, hands stretched out touching the walls of his cell. His head slightly bent forward while meditating. His training as a Navy Seal provided him with various techniques of...
White Skates Small boy holds on to his mother's hand, as they navigate the store, looking for the right place. Soon, they are in sporting goods, and the two of them join the small group of boys and girls and harried parents getting new skates. "I want white skates, momma," the small boy practically whispers. "White skates are for girls," she says, and sits him down so the salesclerk can measure his feet. Soon they are stuffed into black skates, and the mother says "Now you'll be...
FUNK----It's at the core of my brain. I live for it---it's what makes me tick.Not sure how it got started—sometime back in Freshman football, I guess. Going into the locker room after practice. Fifty guys all hot n sweaty—some with it literally pouring from their pits, down to the waistline. I started getting right up next to one of them to untie my cleats—getting a whiff of some ripe rank pit. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause...
You've been going to the same skate park ever since you were in high school. It's always been your passion in life, but there's just one problem: Courtney is coming, and this park isn't big enough for the both of you.
BDSMKay here before I begin chapter three I would like to thank everyone for their support. The first two chapters were about a troubling time in my life. It seemed I made a wrong decision at each turn of my life during this time. I placed myself in jeopardy as well as my daughter Sherri. I will never forgive myself for the choices I made back then. Those choices will cause me regret for the rest of my life. I should never have placed my daughter in harms way as I had. She was just an innocent...
This is not a good hockey story. If you want a really good hockey story, read SA Penn Lady or MugsyB (‘The true North, strong and free’). This story was written because it hurts if I don’t write it, and also so I don’t have to write any more of Ch 2 of ‘A New Birth of Freedom’. Any excuse will do. This story has homophobic and anti-Semitic language, which mirrors the world, not me. * Zec Pribl didn’t hear the siren, and barely saw the red lights flashing. He hung his head, exhausted, long...
I actually only had one other idea and it didn't involve any associates. In fact, it didn't even involve going to Ohio again. Plan E required that I spend a day—and it took all day—limping carefully from one pawn shop to another, until I found a pair of white leather roller skates with red wheels. They were a little worse for the wear, but that was to be expected of something at least fifteen years old. I didn't know how old these skates were, but they looked like they could be more than...
I figured this would be a cake walk. I mean, how hard could it be to talk an old woman out of a pair of roller skates that she didn't use, which were gathering dust in some closet somewhere, or maybe that garage Ronnie had talked about in her soliloquy. Mom had no use for them—her daughter wanted them. Parents want their kids to be happy, right? And, I'm an intimidating looking fellow, I'm told, so if just asking didn't work, I'd intimidate the old bat a bit. That's why I didn't plan...
I HAD thought about her case and I DID have another plan ... sort of. I admit I was a little desperate at this point. Having been given a reprieve for trying to pull a fast one, and knowing I would have at least one more chance to make her happy, I had been thinking about what had gone wrong during my earlier abortive attempt at burglary. I didn't feel bad about trying that. The way I was thinking about it, those skates belonged to Ronnie, Melody's complicated musings be damned. It...
I called Ronnie and suggested we go out for dinner. I wasn't thinking of it as a date. It was more to get her into a setting where the food might ease the disappointment of failure. She sensed something was wrong. "What happened?" she asked. "I can't just ask you out to dinner?" "Bob!" she warned. That bullshit meter of hers was SO sensitive. "OK, things didn't turn out very well ... again." "What happened?" Her voice had that tired quality to it that is so often there in a...
My cover was blown. There was nothing I could do about that. But it wasn't illegal for me to be there and it wasn't illegal for me to watch her through a periscope on public property. Even if she called the cops, they had nothing to hold me on. She'd destroyed the only crime scene she could claim I was involved with when she moved all those boxes outside. They might try to hassle me, but it wouldn't go anywhere. Even if I wasn't licensed in Ohio, I still had the right to be where I was,...
Plan D involved a visit to Melody Hartwig, who was a family law attorney I knew. I'd done a couple of surveillance jobs for her and we had chatted about the law on an informal basis. I gave her my discounted fee both times. She worked in a rough part of town and was a do-gooder. I knew she didn't gouge her clients, but I also knew that whatever I charged her would be passed on to the client. I have a little do-gooder in me, too, though I try hard to control that impulse. Melody welcomed me...
As with my other departures this one isn’t any easier. Leaving behind all my newfound young lovers makes me wonder if I should settle down in one of these communities and forget about returning to the oil fields. It isn’t that I need the money. My investments will provide me with a very comfortable living for the rest of my life. The vision of the twins Melanie and Kylie naked in my tent has me dreaming were they older so we could have enjoyed each other to the fullest. Fond memories of...
Logan pulled out a chair for me and I literally plopped myself down, thankful that I didn’t miss my footing. My hands were shaking so badly that I had to place them in my lap. I slowly bent my head down and peered at him. I was afraid to let him see my face which was masked with confusion. He cleared his throat and we both said each other’s name at the same time. Logan moved closer to me and whispered that I was younger then he expected, while moving my hair out of my face to behind my ear. His...
The ride back to Chicago was different in many ways from what Peaches and I had gone through only hours before. The general atmosphere was different, for one thing. Ronnie sat there, with those skates on her lap, stroking them and humming. She was staring out the windshield and not saying much. That was OK, though. Most people try to fill a silence when they're together, but this silence was comfortable. In fact, I'd say the atmosphere in the car was just plain comfortable. The ordeal was...
That trip back to Chicago would make a story in itself, but suffice it to say that twenty-four hours later I was sitting in my office. My cracked ribs were tightly encased in what made me look like a practice mummy or something, where the lesson of the day was "Cover the torso and wait for the instructor to check your work." I was three hundred bucks in the red, and it was only that much because I drove myself to the hospital, instead of taking an ambulance. The emergency room doctor had...
"Ah, Jesus, Warren, he's starting D-Lew again!" "Hmm. Must be a lefty on the mound for the Blue Jays." "Yeah. Wells." "Who we got?" "Arrojo. At least Offy is playing. Lewis is batting ninth." They were sitting in the Kelleher's living room-Peg, Jim, and Ellen, with Warren and Sophia. Warren's younger brother and sister had stayed outside. Sophia and Warren had turned on the Red Sox. "You're a Sox fan, Sophia?" asked Jim. "Big time," confirmed Sophia with a...
Sheila was watching the young woman sitting alone at a table in the corner of the Skate Park. She looks lonely Sheila thought. She grabbed her soda and walked slowly in the general direction of the woman. She was 18 years old and had long hair and stunningly blue eyes. She had a body that never failed to turn guy’s heads. But she wasn’t after any of the guys tonight. She walked over and leaned against the wall and watched the young beauty. Sheila watched as a quite attractive woman walked by...
LesbianStella Maris outsmarts her folks, who still provide the rent for her student room, while she has actually already moved in with her first serious steady boyfriend. Who takes his time to teach her all he knows from earlier erotic experiences. Stella Maris actually cancels her up-town apartment near the old (from 1928) Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam-South, several months earlier. As she spends most nights anyway in their big bed. Right under the ceiling of her lover's small place in a student...
Seth still helped Mark with the animal herds and building and repairing the corrals and fences with the help of the robots. He spent a lot of his time on the fishing boat. Most often he went with Mark but when Mark couldn't go he enjoyed the company of anyone who was willing to accompany him. One of the robots went with him at all times and helped. There was still a lot of physical work involved and Seth had the strong muscles to prove it. He also had a deep dark golden tan. Quite often he...
About a week after Vanessa left, Vonda talked to Pyx in the walk-in closet. I was in my office, downstairs at the time. The closet was one of the places in the apartment that didn't have a camera. Knowing this, soon after Pyx joined us, I secretly installed a microphone, that was only accessible by my office computer. Usually, they used the closet to talk about female problems. Vonda sometimes gave Pyx advise on how to "handle" me. It was all very informative. But she was usually dead...
I have to admit I was a little embarrassed, even though there was really nobody around to see it. This woman, who I'd thought would be such an easy touch, was turning out to have more on the ball than I had expected. That she'd just call the cops like that, even though I KNEW she had dope in the house, suggested she was either crazy or had an in with the department somehow. I'd seen stuff like that before. More than one bad cop has stolen "product" during a bust, and then turned around...
White Rain Sunlight streamed down onto the bright green grass of the front lawn. A large post-colonial building stood proudly above the manicured trimmings. Its white fa?ade seemed to pool upwards until the overhanging balconies of the 3rd floor created shade for those below. Little chips of stone fell whenever someone played their music too loud. The repairs should have been made years ago, but the owners had put it off for other repairs. The dormitory was a classroom before it had b...
The night feels hot and humid against my skin. No sign of a breeze through the open sliding door. A thunderstorm in the making, I think as I look at the clock. God, I wish it would rain. I really do love the rain. The air is heavy around us as we lay in our bed. I turn to look at you, see you lying beside me. I think about how I never get tired of watching you sleep and the happiness you bring to me. The sheet is pushed down, your body is naked and white against the darkness of the room and I...
I was on my way home from a three day weekend ride on my motorcycle when I stopped about ninety miles from home to get something for lunch. They had the news on and when the weather came up they said a front was coming through and we were in for thunderstorms and a temperature drop of around twenty degrees. I finished eating and pulled back on the road looking at some angry dark clouds off in the distance. I decided to hurry like hell and see if there was a chance of getting home before it hit....
Straight SexLadies, if you like this story, and want to exchange more like this, please email me at The rain had continued all day. Standing at his office window, he looked at the street below. It was already flooded. This could easily get worse, he thought. He was the last one left at the office. As the director, he never left before all his employees had already left. Deciding to call it a day, he shut down the office and hurried to his parked car, holding his office bag and newspaper over his head....
Rain fell hard; I watched it as it bounced off the pavements, the roof tops and the cars. I love walking in the rain but it was particularly heavy even for me that evening. So there I was peering out of my one bedroom flat at the street below, drinking my second glass of wine. It was Friday evening, eightyish and my husband had gone away for the weekend on a stag do, which left me on my own and lonesome. I went to the loo and had a pee when the doorbell rang. I was not expecting anyone -...
Wife LoversGreat Rite************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan June 2016The 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.*************************************************I had never expected to be King. One of my uncle’s sons should have inherited the...
Trained, Restrained, and Empty-Brained -- by jessicablank Glenn got home from work, and found the package on the front porch. Not something he'd ordered -- but the name of the company seemed familiar, somehow. He brought it in, with the rest of the mail, sorted through the bills, set the magazine aside. Then he opened the package. Two metallic dildos, a couple of little clamps, and a little box of electronics, with USB cables leading out of it. He looked at the paperwork that came in...
Tamara and I had looked forward to our summer vacation at the North Carolina shore for months. We had both been under a lot of strain with my deadlines at work and her pressures with starting her home business. The weather cooperated with sunny, warm days and cool nights punctuated by the salty, refreshing breezes coming off the ocean. We spent long, lazy, romantic hours strolling along the beach barefoot, feeling the sun's lulling warmth on our shoulders, watching the long deep swells of the...
I wasn't sure if to post this here, as I believe many will be disappointed with the tameness of the language, but sometimes the tone just feels right.Rivers of Rain.With the falling of the sun at the end of the day, so ended one of the hottest days of the year, and sat in the cool of the evening, a refreshing breeze passing in through the open patio doors, she relaxed back and let it stream over her. The dark look friendly tonight, invitingly friendly.As she closed her eyes she heard it, off in...
She woke to the sound of rain on her window and smiled. She crawled from her bed and stepped over to the french doors that led to the balcony, opening them and stepping through. She immediately felt the rain on her, quickly soaking through her thin, gauzy gown, causing it to stick to her skin. She took a few more steps on the balcony, completely free of any shelter from the falling rain.Her gown now stuck to her like a second skin and had become fully transparent with the steady rain. A smile...
It started off innocently enough. I was driving from my mother’s house to get back to where I live so I could get ready for work. I stopped at the light coming out of her neighborhood and saw a girl standing in the rain at the bus stop. It was “my” bus stop – the same one I had stood at for four years of High School.The girl had no umbrella and the rain was steadily soaking her. She stood with her head down, her straight dark hair hanging down around her face and dripping. She was in a...
Love StoriesRain pattered on the window as I looked out over the rolling ocean. I felt like a little kid whose day had been ruined because he couldn’t go out to play. We’d booked the cabin on the beach nearly a year in advance, and we’d managed to hit a time where we were the only people around, at least for a few more days. I’d hoped to get out and take advantage of that privacy. At the very least, I hadn’t planned to spend vacation sitting inside. I hadn’t really seen a lot of my lady, even though the...