Es war zwei Uhr nachts und Franklin lag wach in seinem Bett. Neben ihm hörte er den regelmäßigen Atem seines Freundes. Er schaute in seine Richtung und sah das Benjamin tief schlief. Obwohl er ihn erst vor einer Stunde genommen hatte und Benjis Sperma noch immer durch einen Plug in Franklins Arsch gehalten wurde, konnte Franklin nicht anders und begann mit s...
4 The Famous Jack Houdini Act In the morning, it was heaven waking up with Jack still in my arms. Black hair hid his face while I watched—no—while I stared at him. It was closer to lunchtime, really. Birds chirping, the sun cascaded in creating humid warmth under the covers where our bare skin touched. The hardness of his male body draped over mine did a n...
MONDAY I woke up, my face filmed with sweat, and had a drink from the glass of flat, room temperature water on the bedside table. I could hear the sounds of people in the pool, having a morning swim; the rasp of crickets in the grass; the chirp of birds. Through the slats in the shutter I could tell that the sky was clear as ever. Great, I thought gloomily...
TUESDAY We had lunch on his balcony, the two of us sitting there in shorts and shirts like a father and son on holiday. Then after we'd had a read and a brief snooze in the afternoon heat, he woke me by tapping me on my knee. I opened my eyes and he was leaning over me in his shorts, bare-chested, smiling. "Let's start," he said. I smiled back, nervous,...
I was twenty at the time and had started college in another town. I had rented a room with the Summers-couple. They were a very nice pair in the early sixties and lived very centrally. He was tall and in great shape for his age, with tight cropped hair and a broad chest, and not too big a belly. Mrs Summers was also tall with long flowing grey hair and a wid...
When the others enter the space, it doesn't look like a place where anything very dramatic is going to happen. There are three tables along the long wall, all of them covered with sheets. There's no way of telling what is beneath the sheets. There's another table nearer the door, which is laden with tasty-looking snacks and glasses of red and white wine, pl...
"UNDERWEAR..." An interlude [This tale is set some eighteen years after Rayne Wylde becomes a Vampire. By this time he is living in Manchester (my neck of the woods - no pun intended!) and a brush with psychotic northern Vamps has led to his relationship with Kevan, a half-Irish detective sargeant with the Manchester Met Police. The story also reintroduce...