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The sun rose over the city of Boston, waking up everyone’s favorite chocolate-skinned, pretty-faced urban charmer. The name is Alphonse Bertrand and I’ll be your storyteller for the day. The following story takes place during a rainy day of Spring Break 2008. I am taking some well-deserved time off from the school. Oh, only about a week. But what a week…for it’s Spring Break! I need to clear my head, you know. A lot of shit has been happening lately and it’s starting to get to a brother. I am a student of the Boston Military Institute, a small private school located on the Boston Harbor. Not far from UMass…

I have always lived on a cattle farm in central New York State. Out in the ‘West’ they get to be ranches but here they are farms. I have always been a big guy, it’s all the farming it adds bulk. I never was one for sports or exercise but I worked out enough on the farm to be middling fit and bulky. Well bulky everywhere but one place. It’s not like I was hung like a gerbil but being big and slightly less than average it looked tiny. It kept me from chasing too many girls and when I did I tried for out of towners. I caught most…

The six men led by Jimmy Lee came to the closed door. “Are you sure this is the one?” asked Wan Ki, “we don’t want to go walking in on the wrong girl. You know what happens to guys who make mistakes.” “Fuck off you arsehole, sure I’m sure. Last one on the right he said and last one on the right this is.” “OK. Go on then if you’re going to.” Jimmy looked at his cousin with something like distaste. He’d never liked him, even as a kid, and as they had grown older he had liked him even less. But, he sighed, family is family. “Have we got…

I was early, as I had been for my meeting at work that morning. Being early for a business meeting is fine – it gives you a chance to martial your thoughts before the client arrives. Being early for a meeting with the two men who plan to fulfil one of your sexual fantasies is not fine. It gives you time to consider chickening out before they arrive. There I was, 30 years old, a woman who had always loved sex and who wasn’t averse to a little light bondage with her boyfriend. But that was as far as it went. I’d spent my sexual career having great sex without…

It was Gill’s 40th birthday and we had arranged a big party on the Friday night at a local social club. Family, friends and work colleagues had all been invited and a disco booked. Because we were likely to be dancing and drinking late into the night, I had arranged with my parents that our two kids would go home with them at about 10pm and then stay the night at their house. They had then volunteered to keep them for the whole weekend – an offer I accepted immediately! Since our first child had been born, we had never had a weekend to ourselves and I had all sorts…

The knock at the back door could only mean one thing. Mark was here. I’ve known Mark since grade school. His family moved away during high school, and we pretty much lost contact, but since he moved back into town several years ago, we hang out pretty regularly again. He was the only person that would walk around the deck to the back door and knock. Sure enough, as I got to the top of the steps from my basement where I had just tossed my clothes into the dryer from the washer, I could see him standing right outside the glass door. He was bouncing from foot to foot,…

I watched the pigeons tussle for seeds and other scraps among the cracks in the path. She was with him now but I didn’t have to watch anymore. I reflected on the past eighteen months and the roller coaster ride it had been. From Vegas, Atlantic City and the Bahamas to a park bench watching pigeons. I had always been a gambler! Even as a kid I loved the thrill of the bet. . .I’d bet on anything. I asked my friends to bet so often that they started calling me, ‘Betcha.’ But I’m not a kid anymore and the eight months of success is still hard to believe from…

Authors Notes: First off, I’d like to thank a certain female Swedish member of the AH for the plot bunny and the explanation of “Fuck Buddies”. I’d heard the term mentioned briefly somewhere else but she made it an itch that I had to scratch. I’d also like to thank Rumple Foreskin for the excellent edit. I didn’t know a writer, namely me, could make so many errors and still have something to read. I learned a lot and if I missed fixing some of the stuff he pointed out, then it’s my fault not his. TxRad * Jack owned the one room rustic cabin out on the far edge…

The guys are both dressed in button-up shirts, Ken’s is a deep purple color, you get to pick Mike’s, and jeans. The girls each have jeans and a rather low-cut shirt, mine is black, you get to pick yours, Steph. I’ll also be wearing a tight, black pushup bra and thong, but you don’t know that. We pick you guys up and head out for the night. So we figure we’ll go have a nice steak dinner at Outback or Longhorn or some other steak place in Charleston, we’ll chat and catch up, have a few drinks, just have a great time all around. Then we’ll catch a movie or…

I was finally getting out of this college town. After 5 years in a rural city I was ready to leave. It was 2 weeks before Christmas and I was looking forward to some quite time at home with the family before heading off to medical school. My best friend and partner in crime, Jon, and I had just finished loading what was almost the last of the stuff in my apartment into the back of my grandfathers pickup. I closed the back up, made sure the top was laid down correctly, and locked securely. “Time for a drink buddy,” I said as I pulled the truck around to the…