Acknowledgements: LaRascasse and Oldnakeddad for all the time they've spent editing and improving this story. This is a work of fiction and everyone in the story is 18, as should be the readers. ***** * * CHARLES * * My phone extension doesn't ring too often because most of the people who need me sit within ear shot so it's always startling when it d...
Chapter Seven PRETTY PINK BOTTOMS The first step on my trip down that path happened one hot Sunday afternoon. I had just come out of my bedroom after spending a few hours in the pool. I was wearing a pair of loose fitting boxer shorts which hung low on my butt. I was drying my hair with a towel. Mr. Clemons was there to meet me in the hallway with that...
The first guy showed up at 7:30am. I was still in bed so it took me a few minutes to get up, get dressed and get to the door. I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts and went to stop the ringing of the doorbell, wondering who in the hell would be ringing it in the first place. I told myself that if it was my cousin, Kathy, I wouldn't knock her off the front stoop...
Listening intently, Craig thought he heard a soft tapping noise against the wall. A few seconds later, the sound was confirmed when it repeated. Making sure his wife, Janisha, wouldn't notice, he moved closer to the shared wall and responded with a rhythmic knock of his own. "Hon," he called to Janisha across the apartment. "I'm going to take out the trash....
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
The next moment he was off down the clinic hallway. I made my way to the outer office, walking in a happy daze. I walked out of the building and started the journey back to the hotel by foot. It was a beautiful day in Vegas -- in the high 60s and I wanted the exercise. I walked the 4 miles back to the hotel. During my walk I checked in with my wife. I told...
"Now John. When I say 'wake'." Jack says as he gets close, "You are going to confess to me that not only are you a straight, married man like you always have been. But you will also believe you are in devastating love with my genitals." "Yes Jack..." "Right then." Jack takes a step back and snaps his fingers "Wake!" SNAP! Jack blinks awake and glances do...
He doesn't know I've been watching him back. I feel badly about it most days; I watch him get shoved out of the way, I watch his books get smacked out of his hand, and I watch his underwear get pulled so far out of his pants it's a wonder the fabric doesn't rip. Part of me wants to interfere and consequences be damned, but the other part of me gets irritate...
Continental Breakfast I woke, or to be more accurate, I was awoken, on the morning of my actual birthday by the sound of the chain-tracked hotel curtains being yanked apart. The room lightened to a misty grey, the setting moon bouncing silvery-white light off the snow from the previous evening's blizzard and mixing with the faded yellow street lamps from th...
(Author's Note: This is the third installment in the brownstone series. In reading order it is Michael, chapters 1 and 2, Charles chapters 1,2 and 3.) * When I woke up I was in my bed. There wasn't a part of my body that didn't hurt. The nausea I felt earlier reared its ugly head and within a moment of being awake I started throwing up. Peter just held my...