"You know this was a good idea buddy. I don't know why the fuck we didn't think to do this years ago." Gene shouted running to the ship's bow and lifting himself up on the railing. He loved the feeling of the crisp sea breeze beating against his face and rifling through his short reddish brown hair. Lance turned his attention from his fishing rod for a mom...
I hadn't made up my mind whether I wanted to fuck or be fucked that night, so I lost out altogether—or so it seemed at the time. There hadn't been much pickings in Bill's, a hole-in-the wall gay pick-up bar tucked away in an alley off Maunganui Road in the Mount Maunganui district leading up from the cruise ship wharf to Mount Maunganui. When I'd first stum...
"See it there? The dock? Look up the path and you can just see the red roof." With that the pilot banked the DHC Beaver float plane, circling the lake, checking for boats and the wind direction. He throttled the big Prat and Whitney radial engine back, lowered the nose and the flaps, and down we went. We'd been up since before dawn, loading Mr Nash's Linco...
"You feel like ordering takeout?" "It's three in the morning Heero, even if we called it in, no one would deliver it." Despite the ungodly hour, neither agent was the least bit bored, stir crazy, or cursing the funeral they'd traded these shift hours to attend. Right. Well, except for the dead guy (since it really wasn't his fault). "Believe me Duo...
If we met at the pub or a ballgame, I think you wouldn't think twice about me. Maybe a "seems like a nice chap" or "he really likes his sport" but nothing memorable, nothing of substance. A regular guy, with an ever diminishing hairline, not in bad shape but certainly not a gym rat, probably the quintessential definition of average. My job is regular, I'm...
copyright 2007 by Sedonia Guillone "Hey, Paul, will you photograph me?" Paul froze. He clutched his towel and stopped in mid-rub of his wet hair. The room filled with silence, the only sound, the evening spring rain that pelted the living room window. Slowly, he lowered the towel, turned, and looked at Carlo. Large brown eyes watched him from under a thi...
Marshall loaded the back of the beat-up old black pick-up with their fishing gear. Although the sedan was better for going out of town, the Chevy truck was their ride around town. He loaded the coolers, too: one for the beer and food they'd pick up, and one for any fish they might catch—they always caught fish, that was a given. And oh the things Lee could d...
The storm continued to rage throughout the night, battering the little life raft in its windy wake, the rain on the tent above us deafening. As night fell, Steve and I snuggled in together under the remaining thermal blanket and slept like the dead, rehydrated with the rainwater captured in our pot. Neither of us found the emergency rations overly objectiona...
Chapter 5: Something More Thursday at lunch Rob told me he saw my relay race. “You did awesome Bobby, I didn’t think you were going to catch him, but you just put it another gear and ran by the guy.” I nodded modestly, “thanks man, I wasn’t sure I could catch him either. I hope you didn’t get in too much trouble watching the race.” His face got shy an...
I went to the sun room of my house and let Greg in the back door. He couldn't meet my eyes, but I didn't put any clothes on so when he looked down all he could see was my naked body and Leo's cum dribbling down my thigh. So he looked straight over my head he wasn't that much taller than me but it was still effective. "What are you doing here?" I asked becau...