After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
##### Author's Note ######## It's been about two years since I last posted a story. I found a half done draft of this chapter and remembered how much I loved writing these, so I'm back and finding more interesting ways for Mark and David to get into naughty trouble. I hope you enjoy it. ######################### Several months had passed since the bachelo...
"That must be his plane now. Now, remember what you've been told about what your role is." Floris Bourek leaned back in the cushy backseat of the Lincoln MKT Town Car and turned to look directly at the Lebanese beauty sitting beside him. Jamila Maloof, model thin, with long, silky auburn hair, and light-brown, flawless skin, flashed her fluorescent-blue nail...
Today some years later, I still remember the day we met. The seminar speaker was asking if there were any more questions, and I was thinking of the fastest way to get checked out and to the airport. I had stayed the extra day to hear this alleged "national expert" lecture on Mergers and Acquisitions, a subject I knew very well, to see if he had some new idea...
"You must be Mr. Markham. I'm afraid you're almost too late," the elderly lady said at the cottage door in the sparsely populated outskirts of Lelystad, itself on the outskirts of Amsterdam. "And there will be no chance of getting material for your article, I'm sorry to say. Perhaps you might as well have the taxi wait." "I'm sorry, should I not bother to c...
I was starting to get a little long in the pubes and was ready to do some personal trimming/shaving when I ran across a posting on Craigslist under "Casual Encounters – m4m" for manscaping, i.e., someone who would trim and shave you. The posting intrigued me and I thought it might be nice to have someone else trim me and possibly learn some new techniques to...
It all started on what seemed like an ordinary Friday night. I had been hanging out with my friends Ralph and Dave over at Dave's house. We had been drinking some beers, just relaxing. Ralph is a good friend of mine. I have known him for years and he has always been a great guy and a reliable friend. Dave, I did not know as well. He always struck me as a pre...
I must have dozed off for a while but awoke to the sound of running water. The little, see through, black panties were sticking to my knees. I realized that Jack was in the bathroom and sure enough, he emerged a few seconds later smiling in my direction and carrying a smallish jar of some kind, in his left hand. He set the jar on the bedside table. It had a...
"This is Claude, Claude Barbier, Neal. He'll be living with us this summer. He's a concert pianist. French." "I've heard interesting things about you, young man," the Frenchman said. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better." This was how I was greeted coming off the train in Gunzenhausen, an ancient Bavarian town on a large lake, Muhr am See, be...
Chapter One Wally - 2004 Wallace Reginald Cooper Smith took his wallet out of his pocket and looked inside. It contained his college ID, an expired New York State driver's license and three one dollar bills. Closing the wallet he returned it to his back pocket and sighed deeply. There was nothing that he could buy for three dollars that would fill the ache...