I needed to get out of the city for a while. I had been in my job for a couple of years without a holiday. It was about time I had some me time. So without any real plan of where I was going I jumped in the car and drove west. I decided that sticking to the highways was boring so I took various roads to be out in the countryside and just breath in the fresh...
Conclusion I was exhausted that night. There was nothing I wanted to do more than sleep, but I lay there, naked, in the bed in my hotel room, my adrenaline flowing and my mind working lickety-split. At nearly 3:00 in the morning, in the darkest and most silent hour of the Washington, D.C., night, I heard the click of the hotel room door lock in answer to a...
This is a prequel to "Hell Hath No Fury Like A Drag Queen's Wife." Saturday, July 1st "Are you staying here, Quint?" asked Scott. "Yeah," replied Quentin Daniels, one of Scott's two roommates. "With you and Tompkins gone, it'll be like a vacation just staying here." Scott Chadwick, Quentin Daniels, and Melvin Tompkins shared a three-bedroom townhouse own...
When Darren said to me "Bernie, I've got to tell you something. You won't like it, but I must. This is the last time I can see you," I was first shocked, then devastated. I pleaded in vain for him to reconsider but he was firm : it was making things difficult for him at home, his wife was suspicious and he found he couldn't go on inventing convincing lies ev...
There was a time when hitch-hiking was a very popular way of getting around the roads of Scotland. Lots of people didn't have a car in the 1980's so if people wanted to get around, particularly if they lived in the countryside where there were no buses, hitch-hiking was the way to travel. I worked on a farm and had a small bothy in the countryside, about ei...
As I sat back down at the fire, Lucas looked at me with a reassuring look. "You okay, Jamie?" "I will be, Lucas, I will be. But now, not so much." I just stared into the fire and slid down my chair for a bit, the hum of conversation around me fading into silence as my thoughts took over. It had been hard to tell Sam all of that, but it was something I ne...
Rob's Story Part 3: Year of Living Dangerously You don't need a history lesson. You are not reading this for some dry facts. If I was a betting man, and I am, I would say you are reading to see how fast I show what a shallow little slut I am, and how fast I wound up on my knees or on my back. Be patient. There is plenty of time for that. I was still han...
Chapter nine I hear a motorbike engine, the familiar roar of my old Kawasaki, my one concession to fun. I jump up, heading downstairs, because I know that's Slater and Mikey, and I know my time with Seb is coming to an end. I greet them outside, where they stand talking to each other, and they turn to me, their faces somber. Slater hands me the keys for my...
Note: I've deliberately withheld the names of the housemates in this story for two reasons: firstly, we are still friends, and secondly, they are authors on this website, like me. Sure, I could make up names for them, but why bother? Anyway, this story contains depictions of gay sex and water sports. For those that are squeamish about such topics, feel free...
[If you get confused by all the minor characters, you can find a complete list of the characters by clicking on WittePiet, then on the Biography tab and scrolling down to the bottom of the page.] Chapter Fifty: Two telephone conversations between Sandro and Dom (1) D: Hi Sandro, please can you give me your mother's E-mail address, and I will send her a le...