It's definitely Monday and been a long, long day today. I never realized how much crap I have accumulated since the move here. The workshop is almost sorted and ready for the sale at the end of the week. Callen finally has the contracts done and sent to the buyer's lawyer. So by Friday it will be done. And the new adventure begins. Oh and Alex's new hockey g...
This the second to last chapter, we've jumped ahead in time and while the other stories were written chronologically this one is written in flashbacks. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it. If you would be interested... I am considering writing the first chapter again from Owen's perspective (only the first chapter). Let me know if you are into this idea. Artie...
Thanks for your feedback everyone! :) -Emri ++++ Ali carried me into the bathroom and set me on the counter. He was still a little red, and pulled at his tie and ripped a button as he tore his sweat-soaked shirt off. He kicked his leather dress shoes over towards the closet and quickly tossed his pants, sending them towards the door. He stood in front...
Darryl Powers was on his way to one of the two popular nightclubs he owned. His new sissyboi, Benji, was beside him. The boi looked pensive and vulnerable, especially sitting next to Darryl. At 6'5 and a muscled but well-sculpted 230 pounds Darryl dwarfed the, for lack of a better word, 'petite' college boy sitting next to him. Anyone seeing the two pass b...
"Richard, you're on in five minutes." The manager's voice cut through Rick's near-doze. Rick Wright, who danced under the name "Richard Long," was sitting in the beat-up old easy chair in the corner of the bar storeroom which doubled as the dancers' dressing room. The book on database design in Rick's lap was dull reading and he'd been fighting sleep for th...
I knew this day would arrive eventually. My wife and Mother insisted on it. Many times they'd sit and talk about me as though I wasn't there giving them pedicures. Pedicures. It's not as easy as it sounds. Cindy, my wife decided that I needed to get some skills and literally took me to the local community college and enrolled me in a class that trained gir...
I had both the advantages and curses of being a rock star. I could afford to go anywhere I wanted on the spur of the moment or as the mood hit me, but if a mood hit me that would land me in the tabloids, I'd better be prepared to go to the ends of the earth. The mood had hit me to get the most exotic and total fuck that I could find by the most talented cock...
I was walking along the boardwalk that stretched around the bay late one evening, and sat down on a bench to rest and look out at the lake. It was a hot night, and very humid. There was a slight breeze off the water that broke it up a bit, but the air was fairly still and felt heavy. I was drenched in sweat, but it felt good. I always felt extra horny in wea...
This is the third chapter of 'Pony Boy' and, if you haven't read the rest, then please do so first. Quite a bit of the story refers back to events in the earlier parts and it won't make much sense if you read them out of order. And, of course, there are the usual disclaimers; anyone involved in sexual acts is over eighteen and we're all fictional. **Impor...
"Is this seat taken?" He is shy as he asks me. "No," go ahead I say adjusting the collar of my white work shirt. He smells good beside me. "Are you a Steelers fan?" "Nope, I'm not a football fan at all," I say answering his small talk. "I didn't think so," he says ogling me with his eyes, "perhaps you a fan of something else?" I watch his eyes wander to...