Richie hung up the phone. A huge smile formed on his face. He picked back up his phone, but paused, not sure who to call first. He couldn't believe he had won. Richie, a small-framed, brown-haired kid, who had just turned 19, tapped his mom's contact. "Mom, I won," Richie exclaimed. "I have the best job in the world!" Richie quickly jerked the phone away...
Danny's session at the wall left him weak kneed, apprehensive, and feeling a little guilty about maybe moving too far too fast. And he suddenly felt exposed and robbed of his privacy. He saw that there was a hook over the peephole, and he hung a bath towel on that that dropped low enough to cover the glory hole as well as the peep hole. He wouldn't keep it t...
I decided there were just two degrees of separation between us. Pamela and Judith had been college roommates at Sweetbriar, and Judith was Rene's trophy wife, and I think behind my back the cynics described me as Pamela's bought joy stick. That put the age spread between Rene and me at about twenty years—maybe more. But he was so distinguished and suave that...
(With thanks to Sabb for the inspiration for this story; for a companion story, see "Bite of the Schlange") * None of the young men who climbed the hill above the harbor at Starigard were music aficionados; they were all just curious about who had taken up residence in the castle. Of the bit more than thirty men coming up from folding nets in their fishing...
Sleep had not come easy. His arms had been snuggly wrapped around me. The feel of his bulge against my now messy panties. His chest, slowly expanding and contracting against my back with each slow breath. The brief whisper of his breath against my ear, and soft snore when he inhales. My own cock was throbbing occasionally in its silky confines. Even with all...
Gus got out of bed around 5am, having tossed and turned without much sleep. "Fuck it," he thought, and put on a pot of coffee. He opened up his computer and scrolled through some news and social media. Gus plugged his camera into his computer to download his pictures from his past few adventures. He watched as the pictures appeared on his computer, he'd capt...
João Carlinhos Garcia made his way across the deck. The only survivor of a plague that had wiped out the rest of his crew, Garcia knew that his chances were slim. They had been at sea for months when the disease broke out. Soon every other man on the ship bore those strange pock marks and grew tired and listless. They always died a few days later. The lucky...
Danny locked the door to his room on Sunday morning after he was finally alone and wouldn't come out even for the offer of lunch upstairs. Then when it was dark he slipped out to find something to eat somewhere where no one would know him. The bar wasn't open on Sundays, so there was no requirement for him to work. He was thinking increasingly of what he wa...
"I think it's wreckage of a ship. From the storm last night. It's not strange to find ship wreckage on the Cefalu beach after a tempest like that." Two scouts, on their regular patrol along the Adrano coastline while the forces of the Prince of Madness sought to invade the island nation, had stopped on the beach, their attention arrested by shattered ship p...
Clint, Danny, and a small team of police officers stood dockside at the foot of Christopher Street and stared morosely at the empty boat slip. The Larnaka Star had sailed during the night. Danny had insisted that Clint spend the night with him—and in his bed—and once they'd gotten into work they'd spent the better part of the morning obtaining a search warra...