Author's Note: This story contains water sports, incest and unprotected sexual activity. ***** It's Just Not Cricket 2: All Day Match It had been a year since the last game of backyard cricket at my parents' place. Somehow last year the friendly game between friends and neighbours had descended into an all-bloke fuckfest. Now me, the missis and the kid w...
Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with th...
I warn that this chapter contains scenes that readers may find gratuitously violent. Sorry. *** The Black Widow swooped down, cackling as she flew. Her locks of shining black hair streamed behind her as her feathered wings beat contemptuously at the thin evening air. She accelerated towards the tiny figure running towards the light and safety of the small...
My handsome, thirty-something lover bought a non-descript, beige Pontiac 6000 four door, mid-size family sedan right off the showroom floor at the local GM dealership when they first came out in late '82 He worked back then in an entry-level executive position for a conservative private corporation and was trying to present a convincing image of straight-ap...
Brian knew he'd been impetuous. Unfortunately, it was a little late for realizing that. He turned his head from the window of the Cyprus Air plane as it cleared the French coast above Marseilles and sailed out over the Mediterranean. He looked over at the two young men sitting across the aisle from him in first class, aching for them—either one of them. It w...
One night I was really bored and I flipped on the TV. It had been a few years since I'd watched any TV show religiously, and I wasn't even sure there was anything good on. "500 channels and nothing to watch," I mused to myself as I flipped through the channels lazily. But then, just as I was about to give up, I saw a brief scene of two shirtless, heavily-mus...
Even without the interpretations of Messrs. Bellingwood and Phillips, I would have quickly discerned that Fred Stimson was a closeted homosexual when he arrived at college. Within the first ten pages he had described his earliest sexual fantasies and experiences. All involved males. After twenty pages it was clear that he had never had anything resembling se...
I remember how hot it was that day in August as I delivered the paper on my route in the unforgiving heat of the afternoon. It wasn't a very lucrative route delivering the Knickerbocker News, a paper than was published in the afternoon in Albany, not nearly as profitable as doing the Times Union in the mornings, but it was better than nothing and at least I...
The same old, same old, but still alive and well. Danny came to me in the street of all places and asked if I would like a 'session' with him. Well, seeing as I'd not heard from him since heaven's knows when, I readily refused telling him I had met a new guy. "Sorry Pete it is just I was in a car crash and ended up in hospital for a couple of months" "Sor...
Marty reckoned Danver's as a bitch. Not in the way that term is usually applied, but in his own way the old guy was a bigger bitch than his son Eric. Sure, it had been Eric that put out for him, but Danver's showed a special kind of bitchiness. He hadn't accepted lightly an employee interfering with his kin and had thrown him out of a job. Marty should have...