The day of The Dance finally came. Actually, come to think of it, it was not a dance at all! It was just a huge party that was held annually at one of the mansions in the neighborhood and everyone was invited to it. Nobody knows when the exact date of The Dance was. Hell, none of us knew who the organizers were because the mansion where The Dance was held ha...
N.B. ~ Hey guys, this is my first story, so if you have any comments, please feel free to leave them! I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer ~ Any likenesses to real people/places/events are purely coincidental. **Jason** The majestic beauty of the building was like nothing he'd ever seen. Well, other than when he'd visited for the open day, and again for the inter...
"ADVENTURE (noun): an unusual and exciting, often hazardous, experience or activity." The New Oxford Dictionary of English Welcome to the second story in my new "Adventure" series. (The first is "Devil With A Blue Dress On" in the transgendered section.) My two previous stories "The Arrangement" and "Breaking The Arrangement" were autobiographical. Everythi...
I needed to get away from Avis. I normally hadn't gone with her on her buying sprees for the boutique gift shop we owned and she ran in the well-heeled Buckhead suburb of Atlanta. I tried to keep busy managing the tennis program at Georgia Tech. I'd been a top twenty professional once and still played doubles in tournaments when I could get a partner willing...
Chapter 3 The Holiday: Part 1 I was awoken by John who burst into the bedroom noisily. I sat up with a start, disorientated, blinking in the light as John threw open the curtains allowing in the morning sun. "Come on sexy. Rise and shine.............Oh! I see part of you has already risen," he said with a wicked smile. I followed his gaze and with a pang...
When I got back with the towels Aaron wasn't in front of his locker. I followed the sound of running water, passed the shiny streaks I'd shot all over the bench, and found him standing with his back to me at the far end of one of the shower cubes. An hour ago I'd stumbled across that same sight and the thrill had pushed me into recklessness. This time I watc...
It had been gray and drizzling the entire week, the kind of weather that drove Benny up the fucking wall, and by Saturday afternoon he had a severe case of cabin fever and went out running regardless of the rain. At first the run felt rough, his limbs and breathing uncoordinated, but by the time he'd reached the Reservoir loop, he'd smoothed into a fluid rhy...
Long Jump. There is nothing to it, right? Just running down a lane before leaping off a board and landing in a pile of sand, right? I beg to differ. Like any other sport, Long Jump too has its' technicalities. Besides, if it ever was that easy, I would most probably be a record holder now for the event, but I am not, and neither is it that simple. In Long Ju...
It was nearly two weeks since my overnight with Bart. The episode was very much on my mind when I awoke at six thirty that morning with a hard-on as stubborn as any I'd had back in my twenties. I lay in bed for most of an hour patiently waiting for it to go down. Eventually giving up, I decided it was time for some coffee. It was unrepentant, lewdly bobbin...
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...