Sergeant Samuel Stillwell adjusted the temperature in the squad car again. The howling wind created a psychological feeling of cold. Of course, the fact the ambient temperature was -29 Celsius aided that freezing feeling. Sam hadn't been on a car patrol for a great many years. He was 47 years old, had served the city police since he was 23 and was only a ye...
Brandon complained all the way to the car. "I told you, I don't want a bachelor party." Keith shook his head. "I don't remember asking whether you wanted one or not. Every guy has to have a bachelor party. Back me up, Wayne." Wayne grinned. "I'm not sure, but I think maybe it's a law." Les, home from college for the wedding, opened one of the rear doors o...
Nate woke to the feel of gentle but rough fingertips soothing the swollen skin of his face. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful blues of Brandon Nash staring down at him. “Wake up, Nate. We’re here.” Nate shook himself in a bid to wake up. “I still say I can stay by myself. I hate to put you out like this.” “We had this argument back at the hospital,...
The minute that Clancy Sharpe saw his friend's grandson, he knew the lad was gay. It was a knack the senior citizen had that had served him well over the years, and while he wasn't infallible in detecting a man's sexuality he was right more often than he was wrong. Young Mike Zeller seemed to be the apple of Clancy's friend Warren's eye, as during the 10 mi...
The first thing that Gavin was aware of when he woke up was that he had a hell of a headache. The next thing, when he opened his eyes, was that he had some kind of bag over his head. Then, in rapid succession, that he had to piss, he was sitting on a hard chair and that his hands were tied behind his back and that he was naked. "Hey, it looks like he's comi...
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard on that won’t quit. Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather’s Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by m...
"This porch is really big," I said aloud to no one. I was sitting on the edge of my seat, a white plastic back yard chair that you could buy from any store in any town, anywhere. My arms rested on the railing of the big upstairs wrap around porch. My back was comfortably slouched, as I lay my head on my folded arms. In my hands was a huge tumbler glass full...
I watch lustfully as my servant Eric kneeling in top of my bed (barefoot) he was already massaging his his half hard cock in his slacks. He was breathing hard and already starting to sweat, he wore nothing on top only a bow tie was left hanging in his neck. * * * * * * * * * * I could remember just this morning that Grandpa choose him as my personal servan...
AU: Hey everyone! This chapter took a lot longer to get done because of all types of personal stuff that I won't bother you all with ;) The plot thickens... hope you like it! Leo's POV: 'Mmphm... turn off those damn lights!' I rumbled. My voice was raw and husky from last night, and some sort of light shone right at my face which had lead me to wak...
I rise slowly to my feet, tears leave a thin trail of wetness on my cheeks. The silhouette before me remains as still as it had when I first saw him standing there. Walking cautiously toward dad, he begins to move very slowly. He raises both arms above my head. I feel the leather belt he is holding become a collar around my neck, it pulls through the buckle,...