Man attacked by thugs finds his son one of them * This is a true story, as told to me by a friend. Names have been changed to protect identities. I was about to retire. A couple more years. I was looking forward to it. I was getting tired of teaching. I coached the sports teams and taught physical training at Obaledi College. I had a favorable rating--los...
Note from the author: I chose to re-write chapter 2 because I decided to take the story in a different direction than the one I originally intended. Plus, some of these new choices simply made it easier for me to explain some of Paul's actions. To be frank, after going back over the original chapter 2, I thought it sucked a big one, and though I suppose tha...
Let me start by admitting I'm not your average red-blooded American male. I was intrigued by the idea of gay sex ever since I can remember and since early on in puberty have experimented with anal play. In addition to this I developed somewhat strange masturbatory practices. I love masturbating at the crack of dawn out in nature. I love just being naked and...
Chapter 95: Fury Of A Triton -EHH EHH EHH EHH EHH- Damian groans as his hand slaps down on his alarm clock. "Ffffffuck." He whines lowly as he slowly pulls himself out of bed. He gets up and goes to get dressed and for a short breakfast. He locks the door as he leaves, has to go to work across town. Ever since those two guys were arrested, Damian didn't f...
Prologue - The Chase The black evil crows carefully clawed onto the cables, and barked their annoyance at me. Even the dark, hideous silver-linings behind the clouds looked petulant as I choked on the thought of Nate putting those uncomfortable handcuffs around my injured wrists. I was running for my life. Better yet, I was sprinting away from a crime scene...
It started out as just another Saturday night – me, Terry, Jezza and a few other lads going out into Luton for a few beers and a bit of fun. Then Terry mentioned some gay celebrity he'd seen mincing about on TV before he came out, and we were into the usual shared rant about how queers were taking over, and soon it'd be compulsory to take it up the arse. I'm...
The knife clattered to the floor of the kitchen. "Al? What are you doing here? Your dad didn't say you were coming home." Of course he didn't, I thought, but I didn't say so. "Want me to ring him?" My father's girlfriend could have been my sister, though I suspected I was older than she was. By the way, how did she know who I was? I was fairly sure my fat...
Young Billy landed in Charleston, South Carolina, by ship, at his uncle's own wharf, Brown's wharf, at the Cooper River foot of Queen Street. He was surprised to find that it was a lot warmer in Charleston in late October than it was in Massachusetts. And after coming from the more staid Boston, he was also taken with the frivolity he found here; it was the...
This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't supposed to giggle or rub your way through. It has the good v. evil struggle that some writers explore, although I'm not sure, in this case, how good "good" is, or w...
Her Dad wanted to speak to me in the garage. I said "OK" and headed to the door between the house and the garage. "Not that one," he said "the detached garage across the yard." As we both exited the house and crossed the grass I had no idea what to expect but I was nervous. Her Dad was quite an imposing intimidating figure at 6'3". He was a Marine and all...