Tony dozed, as Jonathan slept soundly. He woke suddenly looking toward the door. It was closed. Standing he went to the bed checking the patient. Jonathan lay on his right side sleeping soundly. He checked the urine bag, seeing it would be soon that he would need to change it. Tony looked through the darkness. Something wasn't right. Reaching up over the y...
The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the showe...
"How is he?" Greg asked, as Tony came out of the room. "He's sleeping..." The man made the trek across the floor to the table, where the doctor was sitting. "I made you some dinner. Sorry I didn't get you anything t'day. It was a rough one." He reasoned apologetically. "It's fine... I'll get my payback." The man seated himself, grinning at Greg lewdly. "...
Jonathan woke up alone once more. It had been two weeks since Bruce had brought him home. The tests did finally come back. Well, actually, they had been back three days after they were sent. Someone had misplaced the results, not finding them, until Greg had threatened to put his foot up someone's ass if they didn't. But even since he had known he was clea...
Further Around The World With Nothing On... A thin mist is ghosting up from the water, it deepens the night as it soaks up the light from the dock we're approaching. The steel deck-plates beneath my feet rumble, as though communicating some interior message... a warning perhaps? The oily black surface of the harbour seethes and churns up against the rusty h...
Rick, stretched out on the double bed nearest the door, heard voices outside—it was the familiar sound of Groton's voice that had awakened him—far earlier than anyone should be stirring. Rick looked over at the clock on the bedside table, saw that it was still 5:30 a.m., and he groaned and turned on his back, legs spread. His channel was sore. The bodyguard...
It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had just driven for an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site. My father-in-law, Edward, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin had to be by foot, and not just because the driveway was impassible,...
The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending th...
I remember my first time with a girl, I had met her through a friend and it was nice, but I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. It was always like that. I had a lot of trouble in high school "hooking up" with girls. I also remember another night when I felt like I was stuck going to a dance with this girl - disastrous night; long story short, I w...
1972 - in upstate New York *** "You should leave, Timmy" Mr. Duke said as I stood before him, my knees shaking so badly and my head spinning so much that it was a wonder that I was able to remain standing. I couldn't leave, and it wasn't because my Science teacher had a hold of my belt, because I wanted to be there more than anything. After all, this is w...