Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) CHAPTER SEVEN The elevator doors opened into the changing area of the locker room. Albert had a hard time tearing his eyes away from my cock. "As a club, many of the guys go by a nickname, and I'm thinking you should go by Horse." "Wow! You mean someone hasn't already snagged that overly used cliché?" "It's...
Eros sighed. Today was turning out like every other day he'd suffered for aeons. Stuck on Mount Olympus, occasionally shooting an arrow at a nymph for target practice, the minor God was getting sick of the routine. "Mother, can you please tell me why I'm not allowed out in the human world?" Eros asked Aphrodite, a question she'd grown accustomed to...
The dark head slowly rose, followed by the rest of the large, powerful body. Kneeling for an hour or more did not come easy when one's legs were not human but goat. Sotirios groaned softly as he stretched, his hands rubbing over his face and his closely trimmed beard. Prostration was easier, but he felt a personal touch to his prayers, such as making things...
"And I don't believe there's any place like Bar Harbor in the late summer. There's a beach just below my family cottage there where some of the hottest men come that time of the year. You'd fit in very well there. So, we really must . . ." Tim was looking out on the street from where he and Howard were sitting at the sidewalk café on Wisconsin Avenue. There...
I feel like a fool. Many would say I should have seen it coming. But I didn't, and it wasn't something that crept up on me and that I might have adjusted to—although I have no idea what comes after being a stud top. Do you? Still, when it came, it fell on me like a load of bricks, because I didn't see it coming. It's a heartbreak. The hiatus may have had a...
"Good. Now a little deeper, lad," his master told him. The young man gulped. His eyes moistened with the effort and his throat twitched, unaccustomed to the pressure on the back of his tongue. "Easy, lad," his master said. "Just a little more." The young man's hands tightened on the edge of the shield where he was kneeling, holding himself in place. His b...
The forest was strangely dense. As if he'd suddenly gotten lost in one of the thickets he'd used to play in as a kid. Back then he had attacked the thorny tendrils with brave heroism, but here it seemed more and more like the thorns were the ones attacking. And they were winning. He struggled, almost tearing his loose-fitted under-shirt. He'd long since...
Danny locked the door to his room on Sunday morning after he was finally alone and wouldn't come out even for the offer of lunch upstairs. Then when it was dark he slipped out to find something to eat somewhere where no one would know him. The bar wasn't open on Sundays, so there was no requirement for him to work. He was thinking increasingly of what he wa...
2. Roger sat down at the edge of my bed, looking embarrassed but relieved. "I am a Son of Arcas." Arcas, Arcas...it took a while for the little rabbit in my brain to come up with the reference. A son of Callisto, he mistakenly killed his mother when she got changed into a bear by a jealous Hera. Zeus placed them both in the sky as Ursa Major and Ursa Minor...
The place smelled like tetanus. Blindfolded, naked, and pretty much tied to a pillar, smell was all I had to go on. There were other scents—urine, sweat, dust—but mostly I smelled rust and burnt metal. I figured that meant an abandoned factory. Great. Like there weren't a few dozen of those in this Rust Belt suburb of Chicago. I couldn't hear anything except...