2. Roger sat down at the edge of my bed, looking embarrassed but relieved. "I am a Son of Arcas." Arcas, Arcas...it took a while for the little rabbit in my brain to come up with the reference. A son of Callisto, he mistakenly killed his mother when she got changed into a bear by a jealous Hera. Zeus placed them both in the sky as Ursa Major and Ursa Minor...
I was hangin' out at the Dew Drop Inn, the local waterin' hole only two blocks from my house. I hadn't expected to get a game so my cue was outside in the trunk of my 66 Camero. I always bring my car, one never knows when one might need to cruise. I was getting really pissed. I had been sittin' here for almost two hours, listening to this dickwad hillbilly...
It was early spring and I had just finished cutting my grass for the first time this year, as I stood and surveyed my work my neighbor Dan called me asking me to give him a hand. He had run his mower into a shelf in his garage and need me to hold it up as he fixed the legs. Dan was the crazy white guy from across the street, he always had a joke to tell. Yo...
Introduction The gentlemen's club on Rose street was a discreet establishment. They didn't advertise - membership was by invitation only, established members inviting close friends or important business associates who they knew to have similar interests. It had no sign over the door - you either knew what the place was, or you had no reason for being there...
Every morning started the same. The harsh bell sounded and the lights came on. Roberto whimpered. It was a beautiful dream. They were in a grassy park. The sky was blue, the clouds fluffy white. He was wearing a pretty pink sundress. Damon was laying on his back wearing only a white dinner jacket. He was kneeling between Damon's knees. Damon's big black coc...
I heard the chimes quite clearly. Even in self-induced narcolepsy something nagged away annoyingly enough to risk a slight opening of my eyes. Gladly the room was familiar. Austere enough certainly, very little to appeal to any but the most disengaged esthetically, in every sense my perfect room. The air was cold. The little flesh on my bones tended to offer...
Thor was luxuriating in the bath, relaxed against the side as he let the hot water cleanse the sweat and dirt of battle from his skin. His long golden hair hung loose around him as he soaked, his aching, muscular body hidden beneath the deep waters and swirling steam. Loki slipped quietly into the room, not wanting to disturb the thunder god's bath just yet...
He looked round. He saw the usual Saturday night crowd. He thought, who can I use tonight? Would that thin femme over there with the red hair like to do it to me while I'm doing it to him/her? How about Mr. Cowboy to the right of her/him at the bar. Tough looker, sure, but the Stetson is pure white and perfectly trimmed and creased and new as yesterday wishe...
How The Three-Way Partnership Began Jackson could feel the rhythmic beat of the music throbbing through his chest. Looking out at the dance floor, he felt a corresponding throb lower down as he spotted the petit blond swaying and grinding under the colorful strobe lights. Mickey looked like he was having a good time out there, and his ass looked particularl...
Hey guys! Sorry I've been absent for such a long time, but I was busy. First it was the end of the semester, then the holidays, then the beginning of the semester, and well, you get the picture, it's a vicious cycle. Anyway, I'd thought of just giving up on the story altogether, since I never have the time to write, but so many of you have commented and e-ma...