Prologue I wanted to title this book as Marcus and Spencer, but the editor, for obvious reasons, wouldn't let me. My name is Marcus Kane and my partner is Tracey Spencer. I say partner in its fullest sense, as we are both male and we sleep and have sex together. Tracey was and still is a practising homosexual, while I'm just practising at the moment, for I...
Note to Papa's fans from the family: Papa Izzie is no longer with us. He succumbed to a pulmonary embolism 12/13/2017 in Sydney NSW Australia. He left his body to the research project he was part of. He did this in hopes it could save others in the future. The rest of his body was cremated and returned to the U.S. where his urn and Daddy Aza's urn were unit...
Hey, Just a quickie before you go onto the story. This chapter is a little different from the previous ones, as you'll find out if you decide to read on. I've had a lot of feedback, which I really appreciate by the way, and a lot of people have said the chapters are too short. What I've tried to do with this entry, and all of my other current stories, is le...
People write things down for all sorts of reasons. A poet writes his poems, an author writes his novels and a journalist writes his columns. Each of them has his own motivation for doing so. But they all have one thing in common. They each want to share something, to get it out there, to get it off their chest. So, I've written this little roman a clef for m...
The parks office was packed full of young men and women all eager to sign up the upcoming "Battle of the bands." Boomer walked in and his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe the turn out for this thing, but with the amount that was being offered for the grand prize it made sense. Five grand was the largest amount that had ever been offered for this particular e...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome. Kyle Parker vs. Aaron Hunter Dedicated to cannd Revelation! ***** Aaron woke up to the delicious smell of coffee and instantly sat up. "Wow, wow, easy baby." He heard Kyle's chuckle before he turned to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, with a tray filled with breakfas...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least Eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes. *.* Robin Van Dorscht knew this day would come. He'd been with Superior Motors for nine weeks and thus far had made o...
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part 1 We see them everywhere. Bums, hobos, homeless, whatever you call them, they seem to be everywhere. Or the teens who want you to buy beer for them, worse still are the able bodied ones that are just too fucking lazy to get a job. I have no patience for moochers. I can't remember the last time I stop for gas, that I wasn't accosted for change. Tonight...
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...