February 24th, 2010
Punk Dennis by frglee.
I picked him up by the side of the A12 somewhere south of Ipswich.
It was 1982 and I was returning back to London after a frustrating afternoon trying to sort out the import of my 750KZ that had just emerged from a container at Felixstowe. I’d bought the bike in the Middle East when working out there and when I left, I wanted the bike as well back home with me.
It was a cold day in November and my hire car was heading south when I got tired of the driving and pulled over into a layby where there was a tea bar and some trucks…
January 30th, 2010
Street Punk by Dewayne836.
Shit. I knew I shouldn’t have mouthed off in front of him. I knew better.
He was a cop, and I was a punk, and we both knew the rules. You want out, you suck cock. Trouble was, I was straight. Don’t get me wrong; I’m all for a guy’s rights and all, but I just didn’t figure myself mouthing all over some ex-army braggart’s hard, and uncut cop cock.
“That’s it, Ayrn. Get your ass over here.”
Fuck. I was new bait now. If only I’d kept my mouth shut. My girlfriend was right: If I fucked as good as I bitched and groaned, I’d have a wife for life…
December 1st, 2009
Mohawked Depunking Spanking by Ron.
Ronny was a little punk alright. He had hair 3 4 the way down his back, blond and wavy – sometimes curling at the ends if it was humid. He wore his bangs of long hair down over his eyes to the tip of his nose as often as possible, just to aggravate all the adults and dudes who hated his long hair. He wore impossibly baggy jeans that sagged all the way down his butt most days, cinched with a belt just under the round of his boxered rearend. He loved wearing nylon or silk boxers that were shiny and slippery to accent the saggin routine. Throughout the day, he would often have to pull up his pants – of course he would only pull them up to about 1 2 way up his butt and then let the S…L…I…D…E begin again. He usually would reach down to his crotch (between his knees usually) and yank the cool pants up. He wore heavy leather boots to make himself look taller they had thick soles and heels. He wore several chains that were slung along the length of his leg, the lowest reaching his knee. His earrings and leather choker set everything else off. He strutted down the hallways at school, and ruled the roost, telling off anyone he didnt like and tormenting kids who had less self esteem – even though many of them were bigger physically than this little punk!…
November 3rd, 2009
The Preppie and The Punk by Karla Schulz.
I’d noticed him, because even at our school a guy like that gets noticed. At least by someone like me. I’d definitely seen him before, but not like this, never up close. Always from relatively far away. A few meters at least…
November 2nd, 2009
Punk Rocker Musicians At The Motel by JB.
Its almost 4:30 in the morning of a weekend night. A minivan, several years old, towing a small aluminum-clad trailer, pulls up to the entrance of the cheapest motel in town. A slim young man gets out of the van and and enters the lobby. At the front desk he inquired as to the rate for a room for the night and when the clerk asked how many were in the party, replied four…
