Skunk The Punk by M.
I’d been to my mates for a hot weekend session full of leather and rubber and I was driving along a quiet road during early evening. I had an urge to stop for a piss and knowing that there was an old unmanned service area up ahead (the last for a while) I decided to stop…
Pissing on the Punk by Steve Griffin.
I work a hard job, suit and tie, a slave to the man, you know how that goes. I’m almost 40 and any real relationship prospects dried up back when I still had time to dance all night and drop X. Now I have a decent, if overly hairy body, a nice car, a good house, and a well-cultivated flower bed.
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…
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…