I yanked my cap down tightly and bowed my head. Hunching my shoulders forward I pulled my rucksack tight to my back and made a dart for the front doors. All my fellow students made their lazy way to class as the bell rang. I felt like they all knew what had happened last night, and I didn't just mean the party. I was nervous, almost scared that they knew. "I...
Here by My Side an Angel Here by My side the Devil Never turn your back on my Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it is Heaven. -Matthew Good "Weapon" Hotlanta Chp. 5 All N A Second As he stood looking trough the glass at Martice, he could only pray he would get him back. It had been a week since he had shown any signs of responding and even...
In revenge for my son, I regain my top-hood * Coach Kaugman pounded on the door (interrupting my first foursome with my wife, her father, and my father) to warn me about my son Bobby. "He's at a football team party, and it's getting wild." He drove me over to the motel room site of the student whoopee, and indeed it had become a "drunken debauch." Naked c...
"James, please pick your jacket up off the floor and put it in your bedroom, that's a good boy." The quiet words, spoken as much to not provoke an argument as to convey a request, came from my foster father, Randy Simmons, as he took a few careful steps over my prone body lying in front of the television watching cartoons. I had arrived home from school two...
Thanks for all the positive feedback! It's been a delight to see my story come to life. If you haven't read chapter one and two I'd recommend it before moving forward. Again, big thanks to LaRascasse and Oldnakeddad for editing and advising! I am smarter than a 5th grader (or so it appears). (This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age o...
Never having worked with an editor before, I had no idea what to expect. Now, LarryInSeattle may have spoiled me for all other editors. Many thanks, Larry. + + + Huge changes overtook our lives in the year and a half following the threesome we'd had that New Year's Eve. My wife and I wound up moving in February to a small city more than twelve hours drive...
Every muscle in Nate’s body went taut. “That’s bullshit, Mike. Brandon has already said he won’t touch my money.” Mike rolled his eyes. “God, you are so naive. He’s got to tell you that to gain your trust. How else would he get you living here, full time? He didn’t waste any time moving you in after your accident, now did he?” “That just proves my point. W...
Before he met Nate, Brandon always thought gay marriages were for other guys, not him. He didn’t care that the state didn’t recognize them. As far as he was concerned, God made a marriage, not city hall. No, the reason he didn’t take most gay marriages seriously was because half the gay couples he knew cheated on each other whenever the notion struck. To be...
Gale poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the table across from Brandon. “How long has he been like that?” “Since the funeral.” “He’s been in that room by himself for three weeks?” Gale sounded as outraged as Brandon felt, outraged because Bran knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do for Nate. He understood grief. Hell, he’d stood over t...
I'd been living with daddy and Uncle Cody for six months. Daddy had almost completely recovered from his accident and was working full days on the ranch again. The three of us had settled into a companionable sexual relationship and it was a rare week that went by that I didn't spend at least one night with both of their big cocks pounding me at each end and...