When Lyle Quigley went to the grocery store that afternoon in June, he was expecting to pick up a few things he wife asked him to pick up and get back to enjoy the peaceful solitude of his house while the wife was at work. At 64 the retired railroad worker was a long way from the reckless man he had been once not long ago, but then he saw someone that broug...
Thunder? Stampede? Earthquake? Ragnarök? No, man, it's the Disciples. The whole motherfucking gang. They're on their hogs, and they ride. Hair streams like sinister oriflammes. Naked biceps clench in leather jerkins. Fists twist throttles. Like a dust of diamonds sweat glistens on the tattoo tapestry. The Disciples roar through primeval forest, serpentinin...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Alex took his shirt off the floor and put it back on. He looked over at Professor Brooks who was zipping up his pants. "We should stop running into each other like this," Alex said. Christopher laughed. "We really should." This was the third time that Alex found himself in Brooks's office since their first sexual encounter. It was also only three days sin...
Thanks everyone for your feedback. It encouraged me to write another chapter. Special thanks to my editor and idea genie, Xelos. *****+*****+*****+*****+***** +{Kasper's Den}+ Part 10 [By Emri] Opening my eyes in Amir's warm, protective hold against his soothing heartbeat is the greatest way to wake up; at least until I realize that I have to pee and I...
Randy and Kent make it back to Cleveland. Liam rejoins Matt. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. Enjoy (I hope). ======= As we got closer and closer to home, the idea of sleeping on a bed shoved into the middle of the room and surrounded by other furniture had become progressively agonizing. I'm beat. Kent looks exhausted, too and we still have the ordeal of the e...
My throat was sore for a week. It got so bad that I lost my voice-my friends were all telling me to go to a doctor to see if I had strep, while I was secretly turned on every time I tried (and failed) to say something. No one suspected in the least that I was whispering because a strange guy with a big dick had given me an hour long lesson on what deepthroat...
"You need to eat more," Lynn said from across the table, slapping more potato salad on my plate. "You look like an Ethiopian poster child." "He is thinner than usual," Alan agreed. I stared down at my pale, scrawny legs drowning in Sid's baggy old swim trunks. Fuck. What a boost to my self-esteem. I moved the chicken leg to the other side of my plate the...
Part 19: Replaying and Foreshadowing I woke up from a bad dream sometime in the middle of the night; I didn't even check the clock to see when. The dream was about Tim. We were in a strange room with a huge curtain across one wall. Tim had me drop my pants and underpants to my ankles. He wouldn't let me take them off; he liked how it made me look awkward. H...
Wow, I couldn't wait until Sunday. Why you ask? Well, the person of my dreams invited me to go exercise with him, that's why. I lift on a semi-regular basis(when ever I feel like it) at a fitness center near my house. It was something I did even back in high school. But the two years that I've been out I haven't kept to it as much as I should have. Not that...