Shortly before the hour of three struck, Will came into the bedroom where my uncle and I were discussing fabrics for my new wardrobe. "Our guest has arrived. I've placed him in the parlor so that the two of you may interview him." "But surely you will attend, Will." I said. "I need your help. I've never interviewed a prospective employee before and I barel...
Charlie was depressed and pissed off and didn't want to get out of bed. Yesterday he had moved into "Manorhouse Assisted Living" and he was already sure it had been a big mistake. He was only 68, for Christ's sake, that isn't really old anymore. But, he'd had a real scare a few months back when he'd had a mild heart attack and been all alone at home and ha...
Matt's face cracked with dry cum when he awoke. His ass was sore from the use the previous day. He groaned when he rolled and sat on the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked across the room. John, his master, was still asleep. Matt's morning wood pressed against his belly. Normally, Matt would go to the bathroom and take care of the morning situat...
Disappointment does not ask permission to enter one's life; this was the irrefutable truth with which I was comfortably familiar. What I had forgotten was its stoic disregard for any pleasantness that may have entered before it. Later that morning I had trouble focusing on anything besides the conversation that had transpired during the meeting with my sup...
I walked into the bar and plopped myself down on one of the stools, breathing a long heavy sigh. The sign outside told that the name of this place was called "Respite" and after the day I've had, that's what it might as well be for me. After mustering the courage to actually tell my parents I was gay after years and years of silence, I was rewarded for my...
Despite the fascinating, urban resort-like rooms that Arthur got to hang out in, despite the good food and the pleasant conversations, and the tours, the next five days were mostly tedious. Sometimes, he got to sit outside in one of the courtyards. He'd always see an uninterrupted sky when he looked up, not a tree in sight. Other times, Vince rolled Arthur...
I rolled back over and surveyed the body stretched out beside me. He was lying on his back, panting slightly, his legs still spread and knees bent. The pillow not yet out from underneath the small of his back. He gave me a wan smile, wrapped a hand around my neck, and drew me in for a kiss, barely giving me time to take the joint from my mouth that I had tur...
Hi everyone this is a little filler between Not To Late and its sequel that I'm working on. Many thanks to my wonderful editor for her help with this. Please leave comments as the help me improve my writing and enjoy. ~#~ "Aww, Miles. Come to bed already! I want to give you an early birthday present," Ryan moaned from the sofa. It was ten thirty at night a...
Last episode for Grayson. Just a reminder - this is part of a single story so I would recommend reading them in order. ***** The next day we all head out to brunch except for Spence. He claims a hangover, but it blatantly isn't true. Once again, I'm left wondering if our friendship can cope with my stupid emotions. None of this would be a problem if I coul...
"So how long have you known Dave?" I asked. Aaron and I were having lunch at a burger joint. Kind of a Mom and Pop place, never really busy, but had great food. "Quite a while," he replied between bites. "Maybe three years. He moved away last year, but I guess he's back." "Really?" "Okay, not really," Aaron confessed. "We've been buds for a long time, go...