"So, this is the guy who got our little Cory in trouble." I stepped out and shut the door behind me, staring down the largest of the three, in all his Mossy Oak camo and shit-kicker boot glory (was he going fucking deer hunting or some shit after this?), as he fucking smirked at me. Seen enough of this fucker's face to know I was looking at my boyfriend's o...
"You're there," Danny said it as if he was surprised that Clint picked up on the phone call. "You alone and home?" "Yes, Danny, I'm on the line and home and alone. And unless I haven't opened my eyes yet, it's still dark out. What gives?" He rolled over to a sitting position in his bed and turned on the bedside lamp. It was barely 5:00 a.m. "Got a big one...
There had to be a way of opening this guy up, Clint thought as he walked into The Dugout bar the next afternoon. I've got to find it; I can't just let this ride like Danny wants me to. I hope he hasn't disappeared on us. Greg Garrison hadn't disappeared. He was working the bar at The Dugout and looking just as happy as he could be. He must know, Clint thou...
"Are you Mark?" "Yes," Mark said, startled. He turned his head toward the gruff, menacing voice. He had fully stripped down in the locker room when the big black stud entered. The young man turned and looked at the black brute. Neither spoke further. The black bull, wearing only athletic shorts, showing off a magnificently muscled body, walked to Mark, wra...
After a long night out on the town, my friend Ryan and I finally made it back to the hostel we were staying at sometime during the wee hours of the morning. Ryan was wasted, but then again, so was I. As we stumbled through the hallway that led to our room, I watched Ryan fumble in the dim light to find our door. He was shirtless (he'd removed his baseball je...
The first thing that occurred to me, as the door of the huge master bedroom was locked shut behind me, was how totally fucked I was. Followed shortly thereafter by the realisation that I was almost certainly going to have my arse fucked - for the first time in my entire 37 years on Earth - by some perverse, voyeuristic sadist, in about twenty minutes' time....
On the hottest, steamiest night of the summer in the big city, I almost met my Maker. I was an undercover cop working for the vice squad, about to observe and take part in a drug transaction outside the Frisky Bar, a gay strip joint in a seedy part of town. Moving down the alley closer to the drug buy, I moved out of sight of my partner (a mistake), and pas...
"So, do they have classes in lighthouses here?" I looked up from where I was scanning the brochure for a lighthouse off the coast at the mouth of Plymouth Bay where one could vacation for a night or more. But I had photos and layouts of other lighthouses surrounding me at the library table, as well. He looked vaguely familiar, like I'd seen him around the c...
"No, I will have them with me," Monsignor Roman Scarlotti almost bleated as he held the parcels closer to his chest. And then, realizing that the driver was only trying to be helpful, he added in a calmer voice, "Thank you, my son, but these I must keep close to me." The driver shrugged and opened the back door of the all-terrain vehicle that had seen its b...
Hey. Don't hate me. I have a life too. Okay, alright, it's been too long. Like, way too long. I know this. But I'm here now, aren't I? And check out this nice long chapter I brought you! Don't worry. I'm way too excited about the ~new potential romance~ that arises in this chapter to abandon this story. Anyway, some notes: 1. Yeah, so my material is...