Now, JUST to clarify, there is no underage sexual activity. Merrick is of legal age when they have sex. ***** Chapter 50: Heavy Night "Wooooooooo!" Adam howled as a chubby guy danced around naked around the fire. Everyone whistled and cheered as a very playful dancer pranced around the circle of men under the night sky. Merrick reaches out, and gives the...
This is an entry to the 2017 Winter Holidays Contest. A while back, I was asked to write a story centring on "a big hairy front row lust triangle 😉 #bellypower #niche." If you don't follow rugby, the front row are the loosehead prop (with "1" on his shirt), the hooker ("2", between the props) and the tighthead prop ("3"), and are known for being the powerho...
Warmth from the afternoon sun enveloped my being, rays of heat and light dancing across my skin. Even behind my sunglasses and closed eyes, sunlight strained to blind me as I leaned into the lounge chair, facing the, no doubt, bright blue sky. In nothing but my board shorts, I welcomed the heat, though, enjoying the week of higher than usual temperatures i...
Gabe sat in his office, finishing up his work for the day. He had been at Bartley, Fitch and Meade for over two months and though he loved the work, Gabe felt that it was sometimes too much for him. He was going over the few accounts they had given him to review when his supervisor knocked on his open door. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Paula." "Hey Gabe....
"Did you get the 23rd off?" I asked sleepily. My law partner was finally tying the knot and it was Joe's and my job to make sure he got there on time. Not an easy task when you knew his nickname was Late Again Murphy. We were still in bed. I knew I should make an issue out of it, but it was so warm and nice and quiet. It had been a long time since Joe and...
A person can only tolerate so much self-reflection before it becomes detrimental to one's health. That's how I was feeling by ten o'clock the next morning. The realization that I was a fuck-tard was weighing heavily on me—so much so that I'd started to feel depressed, which wasn't a normal feeling for me. I was a good person—I worked with sick kids, was debt...
"Do me a great big favor. Go play in rush hour traffic." ~Linda Wilkinson to six year old son Shane~ * February 5, 2011 "Let's pluck his eyebrows completely off." "Not good enough. The slut would just draw them back on." "Hmmm, how about this, then? We kidnap him, take him to the hotel's salon then you hold him down while I give him a spray tan." "Ext...
This is a true story as sent to me in a reader's email and phone call. I've lived with this for 63 years, long enough that now I don't give a damn. I'll tell the story. Have to let it out. Back in 1944 a special operations team flew from England to Norway to blow up a super-secret Nazi heavy-water facility. The plant had avoided detection in a mountain abo...
I sighed with relief as I entered the hotel bar that Friday afternoon. It was Labor Day weekend, always an intensely busy period for a hotel on Clearwater Beach, on any Florida beach. Memorial Day and July 4th are also incredibly busy times as well but Labor Day weekend is total madness as hundreds of thousands of people seek to enjoy the last weekend of the...
By the time I've plunged the coffee and made a pile of buttered toast, I'm a bit calmer. In control of myself enough that I think I can manage a silent cuppa rather than screaming 'fuck off and away out of my life', the moment I see him. He's still glistening with water, hair in tiny wee wet spikes, with a towel tucked round his waist. A hand towel. It ju...