My phone dinged, an email from Tim, guy in our IT department. What the hell was he doing sending something to my personal address? How'd he even get it? I opened the message. Luke, I have an important matter to discuss with you that I don't think you'd want to talk about in the office. Meet me at the Motel 6 near the airport tonight at 7pm. Tim Who the...
Poppa's Cub: Prologue Kyle sat on the edge of his best friend's bed. He was watching Roger pack his life up, into boxes. He stuffed books, drawings, childhood mementos, and sealed each one up with duct tape. He would stack the full boxes into a corner of the room and stopped to take a break. "So anyway," Roger said, "I want you to move in with me." "I c...
[Note: This story is an expansion and development of a story I came across a very long time ago on the web. I do not know the name/pseudonym of that author, but I want to acknowledge his or her role. That version of the story was very short and, IMHO, underdeveloped, but the basic idea stuck with me and planted the seed for this expanded version. -- Cyanlot]...
Jay Williams loved living in the mountains. He loved waking up to the scent of pine. He relished how his cabin floorboards creaked under his footsteps. Even the early-morning chill only soothed by building a fire was refreshing. Nothing compared to chopping wood by the glow of the sunrise. Most of all, he treasured the isolation. He hadn't always lived alon...
The next Monday morning, Parker was getting out of the shower when he thought he heard the doorbell ring. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out into his bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. "Mom? Dad?" The doorbell rang again. He looked back at the alarm clock on his nightstand. If it was Colton, he was really e...
When I got to college, I was the only freshman in the senior dorm. I had planned to go to another school but at the last minute I changed my mind. Richards Institute where I had originally planned to go had a wonderful fine arts program, which was my field; but I had been accepted at Rodgers University, and when push came to shove I just couldn't give up the...
Chapter 8: This nurse gave me more then just a shot My encounter in Wyoming now that is one I will never forget. It took place about two years ago. I had just finished a long haul back east and was taking a couple days off in a small town just outside Cheyenne while I waited for another load. I was laying in my bed next to a hooker I had picked up enjoying...
"A shot, please, of Russ in front of Troy, with Troy palming Russ's belly. Troy possesses Russ. Troy covers Russ." The two models moved into position and attitude. Troy was the big, brawny, blond football star-looking one wearing a Navy sailor's tunic. Russ was the smaller one with auburn hair with blond streaks in it who looked like the more sensitive, sult...
Chapter Thirteen - Let Me Be The One To Hold You Ruslan had slept fitfully throughout the night, his so-called rest plagued by nightmares, or better said, pieces of them that made no sense at all. He willed himself to stretch over to the nightstand and check his phone. There were no missed calls, no messages. What could have caused Johnny to get up and lea...
Disclaimer: I know I said I wouldn't do sequels anymore, but "My Subway Angel" got such a good response from you guys that I was inspired to write more on Doug. And hey, who knows, if I get good feedback on this, I might be further inspired to at long last finish my "Learning the Ropes" story. Tell me what you think. ___ "My name is Doug, and I have breast...