15: What lies beneath. Pelaam© June 2008. Outwardly Jaze looked calm and collected. Inwardly he was playing out in his mind, again and again, how he could strangle the man to his right and hide the body. He was certain he could do it. He glanced at the third man in the room, who sat impassively behind his desk. The inexpressive-faced, iron-grey man, Alan B...
CHAPTER THREE: On the Town One evening, as Billy and Tommy lounged watching a film, the doorbell rang. Tommy got up, turned to give Billy a kiss, then went to the door. A uniformed messenger waited in the elevator vestibule. He simply bowed and handed Tommy an envelope and retreated into a conveniently open elevator. Tommy merely blinked at this pantomime,...
"It doesn't have to be him! He is your kind; I can sense that. But a male? No cubs can come from him. If he is here there must be others of your kind. Let him lead us to them, be our guide. A kitling his age is surely capable of that. But you can't claim him, My Lord, the clan would revolt." Cavel's lips curled into a sharp sneer and he cuffed the cat on th...
Chapter 24 – Mirror, Spice, Flow Part I – Fuck-a-thon, Redux I stood up on the couch and slipped over the back. A move that didn't go over so well with the siblings. "Mooooooooooooooooom!" "Preston's jumping on the furniture again!" "Aren't you guys too old to tattle?" I taunted. Mom's melodramatic sigh followed me as I bolted out of the room....
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...
I've always thought of myself as an ethical person. The kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple. It was black or white. Right or wrong. Good or bad. At least . . . I used to think of myself that way. But as I've gotten older, I just don't really know. I've thought lo...
Tuesday morning I went straight to the wheel to get it ready to open. Frank was already there. I stopped some distance away to screw up my courage. He had a hell of a shiner and his nose was still swollen like nothing I'd ever seen. I took a deep breath and slowly proceeded in his direction. When he saw me he stopped what he was doing. He looked down and s...
Okay. I have to admit I messed up the age thing...I mean, Jake's in my eyes old enough to drink, but that's because I'm German and we're allowed into clubs and for drinking with 18. sorry for that. I will no longer promise to do the next part faster because it seems to make me unreliable ;) The first part this time can be seen as a kind of...sequel. It is t...
"You shouldn't have poured me that much," my dad said the way he always did after I'd already brought him a nightcap. "There's a funnel in the cupboard," I reminded him. "I could pour half of it back into the bottle." "Ooh no!" he winced. "You can't mix poured whiskey with unpoured. I've told you that before." You certainly have, I thought. On many, many...
Mark walked into the room and threw his tie and jacket onto the bed. He unbuttoned the tailored shirt and dropped the slacks to the floor. Getting home on Friday afternoon was always one of his favorite times. He could drop all of his office drag – the Brooks Brothers suits and shoes – and get ready for another weekend of fun. He enjoyed his job as the head...