Heidelberg, Germany, 1905 "What do you see, Varick? Where are you going?" I put out a restraining hand as the Baron von Richthoven brushed past me and out into the corridor of the first-class carriage of the train. I followed him as he moved toward the steps down to the platform of the Heidelberg rail station. The train had stopped here en route from where...
This instalment is a continuation of the events from chapter 6. Chapter 7 was merely a spin-off that was not canon or true to the storyline. However, this chapter is canon and continues the story from where we last left off in #6. Thanks for understanding. *** Keeping Warm The same day that both the McCarthy brothers had fucked him, Nick got drunk at thei...
The next day found both guys wrapping up their data collection on the station. As they packed everything and stowed it away for the trip back to the university, the realization that their relationship was going to change once they got back was weighing on Darrin. They wouldn't be living together; it wouldn't be the same as it had been for the last couple of...
"Baby, can you help me to the bathroom?" Ben asked, his voice sounding urgent. Benji lifted his head from Ben's chest and opened his eyes halfway. "Hm?" Ben couldn't help but smile. His boy's hair was all mussed up and he had a little string of drool dripping from his mouth. So stinking cute. "I fucking love you, baby," Ben said with a chuckle. "And I'd l...
Ben flexed his right arm at the elbow, glad to finally have the cast gone. He was over the moon at being able to use both of his hands now. He was finally back to work, driving a truck at Ace. Even though he was temporarily off the rotation for long hauls, that was fine with Ben. He could do the local transports just fine, and it kept him home with Benji. Al...
~~~Jameen~~~ Glacial drops of water rained onto my head from the ceiling of my cavern cell. The rhythmic spattering keeping me focused while searing pain coursed through my body. My daily ritual of flexing my fingers and gritting my teeth did nothing to abate this hellish torture that attempted to split my soul in two. No, it only got worse. So much so, tha...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity...
The name's Piper. Peter Piper. But I don't pick pecks of pickled peppers. I solve cases. I'm a private dick. That's a detective for those of you who don't know the lingo. A private eye. It was a miserable Friday afternoon. Cold, damp, foggy. The weather was foul. And so was my mood. My bank account was dwindling at an alarming pace. I hadn't had a case in w...
Mark Bartel relaxed on the sofa, soaking up the warmth of the fire. He smiled, his gaze resting on his dog Chip. The big English spaniel was sprawled on the rug, sound asleep. "We had quite a day didn't we buddy?" Mark murmured softly, "Lots of fresh air, exercise and a hot hunk who could thaw a glacier in the middle of winter." Mark snorted softly, knowin...
Please forgive me for the unbelievable time elapsed since my last chapter. Life got complicated, as it does. Thank you for reading. Your comments, both in praise & in criticism, have been very motivating. I look forward to writing for y'all again soon. -- Leon xx ***** Julian "My experience with the stigma against hospice has surprised me. Many...