It never happened because gang bangs these days are too dangerous. But it happened in a made-up world. One in which I was a twenty-four-year-old heart throb and a political martyr. I had an envelope of forty-five men: seventy-five-year-old plusses, on my passenger seat. The sun burned down on it as I drove to the tattoo parlor. The day before, with handmade...
James was sleeping soundly, around 8 o'clock still sucking his thumb like a baby. At that time, the alarm went off, waking him up instantly. The sleep wasn't such a deep one because he woke up too many times while finding himself in the middle of various nightmares. He sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes. His entire face was wet from the baby like drooling...
This is a story of fiction, any similarities to real people or events is merely coincidental. In British slang "to trump" means to expel gas through the anus often in a highly audible way. I guess there are other things that one can "trump" out of their ass. * When I got out of college, my aspirations were to be the best political candidate the nation wou...
One Friday, when I was in the city working at my office, a guy (FS was his profile name) pinged me on Scruff saying he wanted me to come down to the Financial District and suck his cock in his apartment. He didn't have Scruff Pro, so he could not unlock. He gave me his address on Wall Street. I went down there, but he told me he couldn't hook up as he was...
Hey Guys, Sorry about the really long wait. My life went a little off the deep end for a hot second, but everything's beginning to settle down finally. I really appreciate all the support coming in for my story, and I hope you all enjoy this next installment. The things that are about to happen in this next chapter are slightly... unrealistic, but that's wha...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
"I can't believe you're leaving man" I said to Leo as we walked to his house "if you leave I'm going to be left here with Jordan!" "Jo is your best friend, your better friends with him than you are with me." Leo replied. "Well yeah" I admitted "but he doesn't cook, and I've had more free meals at your house than a homeless shelter, and I know I work at a h...
Pretend you have just heard the news your best friend, in England, is coming to America again, this time, to attend film school, and will drop by to see you again, though you live clear cross country. Then, one day before his flight is to land in a nearby city, pretend you get the news over the phone that he and two friends have been killed in an auto accide...
"What is this shit?" Bernie Wasserman grabbed up tabloids in both fists and threw them across his desk at his client, who sat slouched and defiant in a club chair on the other side of the big mahogany desk. "Those stories are exaggerated. I didn't know she was a man." "Good god, Danny," Wasserman continued to bluster. "You are playing parts of a sixteen-ye...
I received a lot of requests asking to find out more about my rivalry with my cousin, Tommaso - I described how it all began in 'Cousins. Rivals. A Wrestling Story'. I'm sorry it's taken so long to put up, I couldn't decide whether to mention how it ends. It's also very long and rough, because I've written it while getting ready for a party and don't have t...