I heard the hum of a well-tuned engine out in front of the restaurant and turned to the window to see who was gliding in. The car, a beautiful, new silver Porsche 911 Carrera, didn't make it as far as a marked-off parking space before it stopped, at somewhat of an awkward angle, taking up two spaces. I paused with the thought of whether he'd parked that way...
I was standing over my father's grave at Sunnycrest Cemetery as the cleric spouted empty words and prayers, and as my mother wept crocodile tears into her lace hankie. "Be strong, Lucinda," said my Great Aunt Martha, patting my mother's shoulder. Aunt Martha was my father's mother's sister. My mother sobbed even more energetically into the damp embroidere...
Working for a local liquor distributorship you don't get to choose your routes or accounts, and being the lowest man on the Totem Pole you get even fewer options. So when I was told that my new delivery route was in the gay section of the city, I had to go. After a few weeks of getting the hang of where each place was and what times they wanted me to show u...
My assigned reading was putting me to sleep, so I headed to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. I was hoping that a little caffeine would keep me awake long enough to make it through the chapter—I was reading the same sentence for the third time when a large figure approached my table. The light was behind him, so it took a second to make out his features. H...
Bruce and Peter walked into the restaurant while Tony parked the car. It was one of eight they found and were using from Mr. Bowman's garage. He had spotted the BMW and had always wanted to take it for a spin when the man was alive. Of course, he also had his eyes on the Porsche and the Mazeratti, but there were three riding, so they needed a little room for...
AU: Everyone in this story is over the age of 21. I know many of you want me to finish catching the eye of a mob boss. It is on my list to do. Please comment, I always write more when I get comments. ***** This hadn't been Ben's idea of fun for the night but his best friend Harley had wanted to go so he went along with it. She was a bubbly, bouncy thing. A...
Emile LaCour was there for three nights in the basement strip club on Dauphine Street in the French Quarter, always sitting at the same table. Emile had picked the focus of his attention out on the first night—a lithe but well-muscled, dark Greek, displaying a mixture of danger and sassiness; much more into what he was doing than any of the other performers....
Gaspar's Country Club is exclusive, to be sure. The annual fee for membership, most people don't make in a year. The golf course is pristine, the dining facility top flight, and the grounds are gorgeous and exquisitely maintained. If I'm not mistaken, it employs nearly one hundred and fifty workers. I'm a golfer, and I bring guests and clients there frequent...
Wow, having spent the early part of my life as a gay pig perfecting my skills as a cocksucker, and being introduced via the rape of my ass to the joy of all things anal, I became a complete cock addict. I found myself out almost every night searching for as much cock as I could get. After a while I was looking for new and less dignified places to suck and ge...
"You promised you could keep his photo and name out of the papers," Hardesty growled. His fist came down hard on the assistant district attorney's desktop. "I know, we tried. But this has dragged on for months. Mr. Drake isn't a minor, you know. He may look like one, but he isn't. We were doing this as a special favor to your unit. The accused have a right...