Jane brought Dale to a second Thanksgiving dinner to her father's place. Jane's brother, Sean, prayed they would have split up, but they didn't. Their father, Greg would host turkey day, and for several past years now, Greg's ex-wife Sarah, would come with pumpkin pies just to see her son and daughter, now in their twenties. Halfway into dinner, Sean contro...
Hard and swift. Just the way Marshall wanted and needed their lovemaking to be. He lost himself in Lee, in the short hard strokes with which he pounded him into sweet oblivion. Lee held Marshall's legs in a firm grip, so Marshall took other matters into his own hands. He stroked his cock until he reached the precipice and then pushed himself over, crying Le...
Part One: A Police Officer Comes to Visit ----------------------- "Things are just friendlier in Meadowdaleville. Even our police are awfully neighborly..." ~H.R. A turkey was loose, which made it a police matter. Turkeys are outlawed in Meadowdaleville. The townspeople rallied together over a hundred years ago and slaughtered every turkey in they city...
Oh, great. Now, on top of everything else, the power had gone out. The snow was piling up—it was still snowing—I was all alone on Christmas Eve, and the power was off. I'd had an appointment at an old, rich guy's house and now that wasn't going to happen—not because the power went off but because the snow was drifting and I wasn't about to be out driving in...
"Knock, knock, anybody home?" Roy's voice came to them from the front door. Marshall knew the sheriff wouldn't wait, but would let himself in. The shout out was just a courtesy to him and Lee. "Come on in!" Lee hollered back. "I'll get those beers now," Marshall offered, as he slid out of Lee's arms. No need to ask if Roy wanted one; that was a given. Lee...
The Orient Express train had left Vienna Station at dusk, and there was no longer anything to see out of the coach window, the lights of the towns flashing by having been extinguished hours ago. Magnus the Authenticator was weary, and the clacking of the iron wheels on the iron rails as the train thundered toward Belgrade lulled him. But the unfamiliar noise...
Chapter Two The alarm went off for the third and last time. If I hit the snooze again it would automatically shut itself off. I had the choice of resetting it completely or getting up. I swore softly and sat upright. Joe didn't move a muscle. It was amazing to me that he never heard the buzz that damn clock made. Especially, when he always seemed to manage...
Damon had just finished reading one of Steve's porn stories online. He loved reading domination/submission stories, and Steve was his favorite author. Damon was a naturally dominant top, and he had got so many hot jerk-off fantasies from Steve's stories that he decided to write him a fan letter. He composed a gushing email and attached a picture of himself j...
Dinner was late that year. On the table. Cold. I waited. Waited. Waited. Tic-tock-tic-tock said the clock. Then chimed. And chimed. And chimed again. Pete the canary sang along. I waited. He wasn't coming. Stupid! I should have expected this. I got out my laptop and wrote to pass the time. Give him a chance, I thought. Maybe he can explain. I opened...
Mahmoud's binoculars nearly fell out of his hand as he watched the young blond Adonis on the small yacht down in the Kusadasi harbor strip off his Speedo and stretch out on the roof of the yacht cabin to take in the sun. Mahmoud Noufeh enjoyed his voyeuristic pastime spying on men in the harbor from his tenth-floor balcony perch. He particularly enjoyed it w...