PART 3 -- CHAPTER 14 -- ROBBIE'S POINT OF VIEW We went on a world tour until Sept, 2016. We toured Europe, Australasia, South and North America. It was amazing. We truly had a blast! But it was a relentless round of gigs. A blur of gigs. To the point that we sometimes weren't sure in what city we were playing. It was over one hundred shows and it generated...
"Tonight's the night," Rob quietly sang the title of the old Rod Stewart song as we watched our friends prepare to leave, making me giggle. Nick had already sent me a text to tell me he'd re-configured our temporary rehearsal space to re-create our on-stage set-up as best he could; he'd been delayed in doing so due to our extended music-making the night bef...
Though it wasn't uncomfortable enough to hurt, Ben could still feel a slight soreness in his general backside. It was awesome, a constant reminder of his and Dean's weekend together. He couldn't stop thinking about Dean. He pulled out his phone and sent a text. 'My butt hurts. ;)' 'You okay?' 'Good hurt,' he clarified. 'Freak,' Dean sent back almost ins...
Warning: This story contains incest. Author's Note: This is an expansion and retelling of the previously posted story "Home Repairs." ***** Stephanie rolled her eyes listening to the boys tell their tales for the umpteenth time. Even though they got together just about every weekend, it was always the same thing and the same stories with them. However, de...
My dreams that night were a series of heart-pounding crises revolving around Nick getting naked and my attempts to hide him from an increasingly bothersome House staff team. When I woke around 8:30, I was awash with adrenaline and my dick was achingly stiff. As I lay there waiting for my consciousness to fully boot up, I took a mental stroll through the eve...
I never planned to spend my life running. I didn’t even realize I had until I got to San Antonio. Running and alone, not what I wanted for my life, but it was what my life had become. I had worked various construction jobs since leaving home at 17. I hadn’t stayed in one place or held a job for any longer than three months until I got to Texas. I hit San An...
~*Jared*~ He had been thrown into the cellar unceremoniously, like a sack of potatoes. Harry tried to dampen his fall with his own body, but somehow Jared managed to dodge his crouching form and not land on the floor, though it must have looked quite inelegant. The door fell shut behind him, his captors were moving up the stairs again. "Jar-" Harry began,...
"Yes, Mrs. Randall. He is in good hands here. No, I don't advise air travel for at least 48 hours..." I lay back on the couch and closed my eyes, preparing myself to talk with my wife again. The pain in my head was seeping back in my skull and I felt nauseous again. I focused on my breathing and felt my heart slowing back down. Deep breaths. Calm. I fell as...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === The restaurant seemed a lot more expensive than those I was used to: it certainly wouldn't have been the sort of place I'd have picked if given the choice. The starters alone cost more than I would usually be prepared to pay for a whole meal, and I didn't regard myself as a tight-arse – well...
Mark's point of view "Call him and tell him exactly that! It'll be fun," Jordan said to me. I laughed and took my phone out of my pocket with a mischievous grin. "Put him on speaker," he asked. "Hey... Mark -- how, how are you?" Damon stammered, insisting on my name, which made it so obvious that he was with Rachel and he was subtly trying to tell her th...