Warning: includes moderate scat, including descriptions of defecation and sex which involves shit. ***** The shower curtain was abruptly yanked open, making Jake pull back in surprise as he wiped his dripping fringe from his eyes. In front of him Guy's son Simon was staring incredulously at him. "What the hell, Jake...? Why are you having a shower in our...
I left Simon’s house in a mixture of shock, remorse, and despair. I made it about two blocks before the images of his scars and the nightmare flashes of him lying on the gym floor, covered in blood, had me on my knees, retching. I had thought it was just a nightmare, brought on by my guilt over not being able to accept that I was gay. I thought the nightmare...
Friday, 25th June, 1999 - London SIMON “Shambles? Whaddaya mean, a shambles?” Simon Hathaway had to shout in order to be heard above the sound of running water as he showered away the last vestiges of sleep. His young lover, Thom Woodford, had been reading aloud from a selection of newspaper reviews carrying varied accounts of Whipsnade’s Oxford Apollo s...
Chapter Eighteen - That Moment He Knew So, whoever did the stupid body swap knew very well about it. And was doing nothing to correct the situation. Things were just getting stupider if that was a word. "Boss?" It took him two full seconds to realize that Mark was trying to draw his attention. He reluctantly let go of the pencil he had been munching on un...
Simon When Greg dropped me off after our picnic he gave me another toe curling kiss before I got out of the car. I didn't invite him in because after our conversation I figured that wasn't on the cards just yet. We'd been out for hours though and it was probably one of the best days I had ever spent, even though all I got was holding hands and a couple of p...
"Tomorrow. Bring your hands around my sides as I lay enveloped in your lap. Hold me in your hands until tomorrow, one hand cupping my balls, making me vulnerable to your touch, and the other hand possessing my cock closely—and stroke, stroke, stroke. Ahhhhhhh. Still cupping my balls with one hand, move the fingers of the other to my hole and invade and stret...
December 2009 James I'm idly browsing online one evening, surfing for something - anything - interesting, when an article from a gay gossip column catches my eye. At first I think I'm imagining it, but no matter how I squint at the screen, the words don't change. Simon Vermeulen, last seen crashing spectacularly at the Spanish Vuelta (a 3,000km cycling ra...
In my first story I explained how my I went from being a straight divorced man to becoming a young black man's wife. It was the craziest thing ever. After a few weeks of being with Ezekiel I decided I wanted to live with him full time and be his live in wife. In order to do that I needed to get out of my current life. I needed to sell my condo downtown and...
The marketplace was bustling with energy today. Sir Gordie Thewlis scanned the crowd, using his eagle eyes and military training to search out any possible threat to Queen Rosamund, Princess Rosebud, Consort Velvet and the tiny Prince Simon. Even from his perch atop the carriage, he could see Simon's blond head in the goat pen, relentlessly chasing an auburn...
The story continues... Greg I couldn't concentrate on what my sister-in-law was saying. Why the hell hadn't I moved, and what was Carl saying? I couldn't just wander up and join in if he was talking about me, and I could hardly act surprised at Simon being here. I really wished I could read lips, or at least that they were a bit closer so I could see the e...