#short story

The last straw was almost being raped while sleeping on a park bench. Before that, I was mugged three times and followed by some creeps on several occasions. I thought I was tough enough to handle the streets

I couldn’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I went out. I guess I was self-conscious of my bulging belly, shaggy hair and scruffy beard. Mom had taught me that our outward appearance

It was 3 am, and I found myself driving around aimlessly after the bars had closed at 2 am. Only two drunk losers had approached me, and even though I was desperate for a hard bang, I wanted someone who wasn’t potentially going to throw up

After being away for eight years, Nick returned to his little hometown, Hilltop. Everybody in the town knew each other. They considered themselves as one big family, and the community came together when one of the residents needed financial

I arrived at Big Bear late Friday night. The drizzle had transformed into a downpour about two kilometres away from the cabin, and I drove slowly as my wipers struggled to clear the onslaught of the storm from my windshield.

As a teenager, George worked in his family-run shop, Pizza Blaze. His family had the business for three generations and were preparing him to take over after he graduated high school. Now at 25, George had run

Ewan had gotten the reputation of being a stud in bed after he banged the living crap out of Becky. They lived in the same rural neighbourhood, and Becky needed a plumbing hand. Ewan’s dexterity helped him get an invite from Becky to her house

Jim tapped the tip of his dick on Karen’s lips as she looked up at him. He smiled, feeling the semen bubble up in his balls and ready to explode. Karen twitched her head and closed her eyes as Jim’s semen splattered on her face and mouth.

After my parents passed away, I ran my family’s empire. My great-grandfather had started a small media company, which grew into a global corporation, and the business became more successful with each generation.

Just before graduation, Ross’s band had started to make airwaves. Radio stations had played his songs for several months, and now that he turned 18, he and the rest of the band could legally perform in nightclubs. The coming Friday was their first gig.