Zach Kirby, Phil M, Nik Savij, Miles, Jon Purkis, Craig Browning, Shaun Richardson This story was undertaken as a request from a friend. Hope you like... It was a damp September evening, and Zach was looking smart in his black trousers and white shirt, finished off with a pastel blue tie. He was off for a couple drinks with some colleagues from work to cel...
CHAPTER TWO - A BREATH OF SNOW; A TASTE OF BLOOD. DANNY The suite was large and spacious with two double beds - 'groupie built', as Wylde laughingly put it - and an enormous, azure and gold tiled en-suite facility. Rayne fumbled the lights on and behind him Danny adjusted them so that they did not glare as Whipsnade's singer lurched unsteadily into the bat...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
At five thirty Shane, Joe and myself get in the van and climb into the back. We pick up the blindfolds and I'm about to put mine on when my phone vibrates. It's from Sir again. "Tie their hands behind their backs then put on your blindfold." "I'm to tie your hands," I tell them, "Sir's orders." I find leather restraints in the back of the van and I tether...
Previously in Chapter 07: I nodded and followed him outside. I wasn't going to be offended by that. I had already been out to my friends for a few years and my parents for over a year. I couldn't expect Michael to instantly match my comfort level. Especially when he was probably wrestling with his own experience of effectively living as a straight main for...
OK, so I'm a little tipsy. Dinner had turned into drinks with Sarah, Tim, and their spouses, and soon enough it was past midnight. We hadn't seen each other in a while, and what else is there to do around here? It was the Friday after Thanksgiving, well now Saturday I guess, and after two long, loooooooong, days with my parents, my sister Julie, and Aunt Ren...
It happened in a dive bar outside of town, just off the highway. I was heading back in after a day trip up north and thought some food might be a good move. I'd been to this place before with friends; a little dirty, a little rough but the food and drinks were always on point. I come in out of the late-summer heat just as the sun dipped below the horizon. As...
Chapter 2: "Lil' Joe Cartwright" In the first part of this story, I'd just met Miami, and his beautiful cock, which he'd given the affectionate name of "lil' Joe Cartright", "lil' Joe" for short, though I was soon to find there was nothing short about him! But before I begin telling of my many adventures with him, I feel I must backtrack again, and talk a l...
Herb went to Baltimore's Mount Vernon Stable and Saloon on North Charles Street several blocks up from the inner harbor fairly often for lunch. He didn't go there for the food, although it was good. He went there, first, because he didn't want to see any of his coworkers at Dunstan and Dunstan outside of the nearby office at Franklin and West Liberty and the...