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So what the hell was he going to do now? Had Aron called and he missed it or something? He checked his phone. No calls. Okay, he needed to see Aron.
Wait, he needed to take a shower first. They were seriously going to have sex. If what the girl had said was true...
Of course it’s true. Now we remember everything.
I’m so amazed how quickly you take credit. You said you had nothing but blank space in that part.
But now we know.
Yes, he knew. The news was everywhere now. The entertainment channel clearly had a slow day, and it was just repeating it every half an hour. Although he needed to take that shower, he chose to sit on the couch and watch the news again.
The ponytail girl seemed undaunted by the cameras and microphones pushed in front of her.
“Yeah, I do have the video,” she said. “But the police need to take a look at it first. It’s pretty dope,” she added with conviction.
“So did you catch everything on your smartphone?” one of the reporters asked.
The girl nodded and smiled, seemingly quite pleased with herself.
“Can you tell us everything, from the top?”
This time, the girl looked at the police officer to her right, and the man nodded shortly.
“Well, I was, like, walking to catch the bus, and all of a sudden, I see Alex Ruskin,” she started, her eyes all shiny now.
Of course, the guy was gay, but chicks still digged him. Who was he kidding? Every gal and guy, gay or straight, digged the fucker. Ah, well, Carter shrugged and continued to watch.
“So I take out my phone, and I start recording, but, you know, so that he doesn’t see me or anything,” the girl said. “He’s looking behind him for like a couple of seconds, I don’t know why, and then he just turns and stares ahead, chin up high, and looking fabulous.”
“Did he notice you?” another reported asked.
“No, he was just looking ahead and he started crossing the street. Frankly, I didn’t notice the fire truck, either. I guess I was too taken with Alex,” the girl half-giggled. “He’s just so cool,” she added dreamily.
“What happened next?” someone interrupted the girl’s wide-eyed dream.
“Well, I hear someone yelling, and I think like, what the heck, and there’s this guy coming from behind, and bang! He practically pushes Alex away from the front of the freaking truck!” the girl said, now clearly excited. “And I’m like in total shock and Alex is basically rolling on the ground, but he doesn’t look that badly hurt, and bang again! The fire truck practically hits this other guy full frontal, like I can still hear that sound! It was horrible!”
“So why didn’t you help them or stay to call an ambulance, and tell the police what happened?”
The girl stole a look to her right again, and this time some of her excitement vanished. The police officer was frowning, but again, he nodded.
“Well, I saw the fire truck driver getting down and hurrying toward the victims, and I said to myself, what the heck, he’s more qualified than me, anyway, and also it was like, his fault. And I had to catch the bus, because otherwise, I wasn’t going to catch the plane, and then...”
“But the police tweeted about the accident, didn’t you see anything?”
“What can I tell you, man? I was off-grid, I was with a group of friends, we all decided to live like Mother Nature intended, for the whole summer, you know, no electricity, no nothing. I had to, like, take half of the house with me,” the girl said again. “As soon as someone came looking for me, I was all down with saying everything I knew.”
The police officer finally grabbed the microphone, and the girl took a step back.
“I want to tell all the young people who are watching this how important it is to take the right type of action when something like this happens,” the man began.
Carter tuned out the police officer’s lecture that followed. It was still un-freaking-believable, but now he did remember everything. He sighed in contentment. Okay, he hadn’t pushed that obnoxious scumbag in front of the fire truck. Actually, he had saved the asshole’s life.
And he knew very well why. Yeah, he needed that shower, and maybe he had to comb his hair, too. Making himself pretty and all that, ready to see Aron.
He was barely out of the shower, and his hair was practically sticking in all directions, after rubbing it with the towel, when he heard keys turning in the door lock. Ah, Aron was here already and probably didn’t want to wake him up so he was using his keys. He hurried for the door and grabbed the handle, barely reigning in his excitement.
“Hey,” he said with a smile, opening the door wide.
His smile quickly vanished, though, as Aron pushed him inside, making him take hurried steps back until he hit a wall. Aron looked damn serious. And he was looking into Carter’s eyes, like he wanted to extract some truth out of them.
“Can you please tell me what the hell is this?” Aron asked, using one hand to keep Carter glued to the wall, and the other to bring forward his phone.
Just for a second, he freed his victim to press play on the video displayed on his phone. Carter watched in horrid fascination. The angle was not the best, and it was clear that the one who had taken it was more bothered with catching Alex on camera, but it was all there. So Aron had the video, unlike the scumbags at the entertainment channel. That meant that the operation private eye had been a major success.
“So the detective found the girl?” he asked. “Great guy, that guy. I mean, I know. I saw it on the news.”
“Shut up,” Aron growled, and almost pressed his phone against Carter’s nose.
“Well, that’s the accident,” Carter said matter-of-factly. “I do remember everything now. Isn’t it really strange?”
“Carter,” Aron breathed out, “listen.”
Aron brought the volume to the maximum and replayed the video.
Oh, great, now he could hear himself yelling something like ‘I just want Aron to be happy!’ while pushing Alex away from the fire truck. Okay, that was pretty awkward if he were to think about it.
“Well,” he frowned and started scratching his head.
“Hmm,” Aron interjected, after tossing his phone on the couch without even looking if it landed safely. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
Okay, so Aron was mad. Why was he mad?
Why is he mad?
How the hell should I know? It must be that you did something stupid.
Well, it wasn’t like I had that much of a choice. If Alex had died, Aron would have been very unhappy.
Aron almost shook him.
“Carter, please, stop losing yourself in your head for a second and tell me, okay? You jumped in front of a freaking car!”
“Fire truck,” Carter raised one finger.
Aron groaned and this time really shook him.
Sensing the distress in the small apartment, Taz got up from his place and started barking at the intruder.
“Don’t worry, Taz,” Aron spoke to the dog, easing his grip on Carter for a fraction, “I’m not going to kick your dad’s ass. Not yet at least.”
Okay, he needed to choose his next words carefully. But he was kind of blank.
“Why are you so mad?” he eventually asked.
Aron looked at him, and there was a mix of wonder, affection, but also some very entitled rage in the man’s eyes that Carter had no idea what to make of.
“You jumped in front of a fire truck,” Aron spoke, this time a little appeased. “To save my husband’s life. Without caring how I would have felt if you had died.”
Carter opened his mouth, and then he closed it.
“That’s quite the dilemma,” he murmured.
Taz stood on his back legs and set his front paws on Aron’s leg, looking up. He wasn’t barking anymore, but wagging his tail.
“What a traitor,” he looked at his dog.
“So can you tell me what were you thinking?” Aron asked, and now there was a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Hmm, the fire truck was moving at a velocity of, I don’t know, 60-70 miles? And I thought that I had enough time to...”
Aron sighed, interrupting him.
“Allow me to do it. Let me make this easy for you.”
The grip on his shoulders eased, and Aron cupped his face, caressing it slowly with the thumbs.
“You love me,” Aron said with conviction.
Carter could feel his heart growing smaller with Aron’s simple statement.
“I do?” he whispered.
Aron nodded slowly.
“It’s okay. I know how things are with you. I should have been the one to talk about it, to make it clear. I shouldn’t have been the coward I was. It’s okay if you won’t say it,” Aron said, as he continued to caress Carter’s cheeks. “I should know better, that words like this don’t come easy to you.”
No, it wasn’t okay. Carter caught Aron’s hands into his, pushing them down. And then the words started tumbling like sweets from a jar.
“No, it’s not okay. I do love you. Because I do, okay? And no, I didn’t think of the velocity of the fire truck, although I could. I mean, I did. But only a little. I had like a flash, a vision, or whatever, I don’t know how that’s called. Of you, all dressed in black, crying at a funeral. And I just couldn’t stand it, okay? And maybe I can’t stand Alex because he stole you from me, but I didn’t want you hurt. So I just ... you know, I found myself there, in the middle of the street, pushing him away. And I understand why you couldn’t say it because I know myself. And it’s true that I have all these boxes that I use to compartmentalize everything. And you, you, you...” he struggled, trying to find his words.
“I was a box?” Aron tried to help him.
“No,” he protested, feeling frustration growing at no other but himself. “You’re not a box, you’ve never been. You were ... are everywhere ... inside me. But I have all these boxes, like you said. And this, what I feel for you, it didn’t fit anywhere, you know? Although I thought it had to.”
“So love is a box?” Aron was smiling now, and his eyes were filled with fondness.
“No!” Carter exclaimed again. “I am ... no, my heart is like a box,” he let go of Aron’s hands to gesture with his arms, and try to make a solid square with them.
Aron was now chuckling softly.
“Okay. So I’m finally welcome into your box shaped heart?” he asked, pulling Carter to him.
“How could you be? You’ve been there since forever. And never left,” Carter said, with all the seriousness he could muster now, as he began to melt in the other’s arms.
The kiss that followed wasn’t like the usual, or at least, he felt like it was different. Because he felt like he was getting really swept off his feet, although he clearly knew for a fact that his feet were on the ground, and there was no way those people in those romance movies or books or whatever, could have been so accurate describing something as impalpable as this.
Taz barked, but now it was his happy bark. Carter knew it. Well, the kid probably felt left out. Aron let him go, albeit reluctantly. He was the one to look at the dog and talk to him first.
“Taz, you should get ready, kiddo. Because I’m here to take you both home with me.”
“So what are we now?” Carter felt the need to check.
Aron smiled.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked.
“We’ve been best friends, fuck buddies, roomies...” Carter counted on his fingers. “What’s next?”
“Let’s start with the obvious,” Aron spoke. “We are, well, you are a straight guy who got flipped by his gay best friend, and I’m the flipper!”
Aron was so pulling his leg right now.
“Flipper, huh? I had no idea you had a sense of humor,” Carter pretended to frown, but he began to grin, too.
“I don’t. I’m just saying it like it is,” Aron drawled the words, while pulling Carter close for another kiss.
“So, are we going to get married?” Carter asked when Aron finally allowed him to breathe.
Aron feigned seriousness.
“I think I’m done with marriage for a while. I’m all for a trial period,” he joked.
Carter punched the guy’s shoulder. This was friggin’ serious.
“Asshole. I’m not at all for a trial period,” he protested.
“Oh, so you want to get married,” Aron teased. “You’re so gay now that you want a gay wedding?”
“Why shouldn’t I want a gay wedding? I want a gay cake, too!”
“A gay cake? Do you really believe there’s such a thing? How does a gay cake look like?” Aron questioned him.
“I have no idea. We should google it,” Carter shrugged.
Aron was really laughing now.
“I still need to go through a divorce first,” he pointed out. “It might get nasty. And expensive.”
“Fine, I’ll buy the rings,” Carter rolled his eyes. “And a gay cake.”
“Rings, huh?” Aron bit his lips, to stop himself from laughing. “I had no idea you would be a stickler for tradition.”
“I’m down with everything if it’s about you,” Carter replied, glaring a little. “Hey, did you say you love me? Because I don’t think...”
Aron pressed their bodies together once more.
“I must have been too busy kicking myself over not saying it that I forgot. I love you. Is this fine?”
“Hmm, not very romantic,” Carter feigned complaint.
“Well, we have all the time in the world to get it right,” Aron smiled.
Carter smiled back, feeling all giddy inside.
“Don’t worry. I’m just joking. But seriously, what would you have done if I had never said it? Or if the eyewitness couldn’t be found and all that?”
“Ah, I would have bribed Alex in the end and divorced him anyway. And I would have taken you very, very slowly, not to scare you,” Aron began explaining. “I had an entire plan in motion. First step was, as you know it, to have you move in with me. Then I would have made everything possible for you never to want to leave me. And, at our 20th anniversary, when we were going to throw a party, and there were going to be a lot of people coming over, and you were going to ask ‘what’s the occasion?’ I would have told you: well, we’ve spent the last 20 years together, and so we are going to spend the next 20, and the next 20...”
“Oh, I cannot believe you!” Carter pretended to be scandalized. “So you were going to be really sneaky about it! I bet you would have gotten the kids to help, too, for this plan of yours!”
“The kids, huh?” Aron glared, but then immediately burst into laughter. “Ah, damn, how could I be so damn stupid and blind?”
“If it’s any consolation, I’m the stupider one,” Carter said with a sigh. “I should have told you what I felt instead of insulting your husband at the wedding. I didn’t realize that, you know. Although it would have been too late, right?”
Aron made their foreheads touch.
“You could never be too late. I’m glad that we’re together now, and that’s all that matters. Now, hurry. Pack only the essentials. I can barely wait to show you the new house.”
“All right,” Carter replied gleefully. “Should I get the plates?”
“Forget about them. We’ll come later to get them. Just grab your laptop, Taz, and yourself.”
“You can’t be serious. Do you have a dog bed? I bet you don’t.”
“I already have a dog bed. And shiny new toys. And a yard Taz will love,” Aron replied promptly.
“Still, I need my toothbrush, and some clothes...” Carter tried to argue with his best friend, now soon or not so soon to be husband, depending on the divorce and all that.
“I have everything you might possibly need, trust me,” Aron replied. “But, okay, grab a few things that you feel you don’t want to live even one day without, and let’s go.”
Okay, he had enough motivation to pack quickly. A few clothes, the laptop, and his toothbrush had to do for now. He returned to the small living room, only to find Aron reading some piece of paper with a deep thoughtful frown on his face.
Jeanne did not sleep most of the night. She had been raped. She knew that no one would believe her, except probably her parents, and they were the last ones that she wanted to know that anything happened. In addition, she did not want to create any problems. Even the cops would not believe her. That was obvious by the look on Mr. Wiener's face when he caught them in the car. She could see by the look on his face that Rhonda's father believed that she was doing it by consent. If he...
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Ah, damn, it was raining. Carter didn’t exactly feel like going out in the rain, but Taz could care less about that and needed out like five minutes ago. Well, it wasn’t like he was the one depressed, right? There was no point for him, as a dog, to mope around the house, in slippers and pajamas. Could dogs feel depressed? He wondered. “Wanna go outside?” he scratched the dog’s fluffy ears. Taz placed his head on his master’s knees and stared up, right into Carter’s eyes. He whined. “I...
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Was he really ready for a visit? Aron wasn’t a stranger, but that didn’t mean he should receive him wearing pajamas. There was too much mess lying around, too. Mumbling to himself, he began tidying up the small living room, which now, after staying at Aron’s house for a while, seemed unqualified for the ‘living’ part of the phrase. It wasn’t like he could not afford something more expensive. He just didn’t want anything else. For him, the little shoe box, as his mom had called his apartment...
“This is, Taz, what is called a stake out,” Carter spoke to his dog, as he sipped from his iced coffee through the straw. “You see,” he explained to his pet, “Alex is bound to make a mistake, sooner or later, and we will be able to expose the douchebag to Aron. We’re making a great team!” Now, as he stood behind the wheel of his car, talking to his dog, he didn’t feel that convinced that he was making any progress, though. He wasn’t exactly the most skillful detective in the universe, and...
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He woke up with the first rays of sun gently invading the room through the curtains. He could not remember ever feeling so well rested. Usually, he was a fussy sleeper, as there always had to be something ready to annoy him, be it a crumpled sheet, a pillow all in knots, or his own mind trying to solve this or that. “Morning,” Aron nuzzled his neck, waking up with the first stir from Carter. “Um,” was the only thing he could say. Last night, he had sucked his best friend’s dick and had his...
I was walking thru the Union when I found a notice for a boxing club. What really caught my eye was that they were looking for female boxers. I had done some of this in High School and enjoyed it very much. I took the number down quickly and reread the flyer. Then I took a picture of it with my phone because it was a little confusing and I was in a bit of a rush. I had a class in thirty minutes and was in the Union to grab a bite for lunch. The Union is a big building that houses student...
“Microwave recipes,” Carter mumbled as he began browsing cooking websites. Maybe he could make lasagna! But wait, Aron was making a much better lasagna, anyway. The best. So maybe something else would be a better idea. Like a surprise. Hmm, maybe something healthy? Okay, he started reading, with Taz cuddled next to him on the sofa. Flaxseeds? What the fuck were those? Were they even edible? Somehow that recipe didn’t sound too tasty. Moving on, moving on. So many types of cheese, Carter...
“Are these all mine?” he stared critically at the walk-in closet, without daring to put one foot in front of the other. There must have been one thousand clothing items, without counting the shoes. Carter was the kind to have three-four changes of clothes, each one for a particular purpose. But this Alex dude was just over the top. He remained there, staring, and wondering how on earth he was going to go through this and escape unscathed. He flinched when Aron moved next to him. Apparently,...
The sofa was clearly there only for visual appeal and nothing more. Carter tossed and turned, but no matter what he did, how he coiled and uncoiled himself, he could not find an ideal sleeping position. Eventually, he settled for throwing his legs over one end, and lay there, like the perfect crash test dummy. There was no way he was going after Aron, like before, or sleeping in the same bed. In a way, this was convenient. He wasn’t going to engage in penetrative gay sex with his best...
“No, it’s just some allergy and stuff,” he quickly wiped his cheeks with his hands. “I didn’t know you were allergic,” Aron said, still worried. “What triggered your allergy?” “A shmuck,” Carter said brightly. “I mean, that shmuck from earlier. The reporter. Yeah, that’s it. I’m allergic to scumbags.” Aron placed a hand on Carter’s shoulder and squeezed gently. “You don’t have to act brave. I know how what I said must be affecting you right now.” “I don’t act brave,” Carter...
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Supernatural“Your memory of recent events seems to be a little fuzzy,” the doctor explained to him while tapping against his desk with a slim golden pen. Carter leaned against the wooden desk, his eyes wide and trained on the man in white. The guy looked like he was in his late 50s, so he had probably seen plenty of strange things in his medical practice. “Actually, I have trouble remembering other things, too,” he whispered. The doctor leaned closer, turning his head to one side like he was trying to...
“Would you slow down a bit? I thought you were still feeling a bit sick after all the medicine you took at the hospital,” Aron eyed him warily, like he was on the point of giving him the Heimlich maneuver, if need be. “I don’t need to slow down,” Carter shrugged as he stuffed his face with another slice of pizza. “Trust me, after you face your death like I did, you won’t have any issue with eating a whole pizza either. You know, the things that make you feel alive. And satisfied,” he groaned...
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Carter took the glass of wine from the table with a methodical gesture, brought it to his lips and took a long sip of ... nothing. “Do you want more wine?” Aron asked him. “Just give me the bottle,” he mumbled. He needed more than that, but he had to make do with whatever he had at his disposal. So he just drank straight from the bottle, while Aron continued to just watch him in absolute shock and silence. “You knew that,” Aron eventually spoke. “That is why you were so pissed.” He could...
“Your husband called a few times,” Mark chimed in, holding the door for him, and seeing him to his desk like he was crippled. Carter threw his secretary a confused look. “You dropped your phone here, before heading to your meeting with Yolanda. I didn’t answer. But it’s all for the best that you didn’t have your phone with you,” Mark added in a low whisper. “I heard she’s a beast if something or someone interrupts her meetings.” “Really?” Carter asked in a dry flat tone. Mark was even...
Carter was chewing the nail on his index finger like a Duracell rabbit at a carrot tasting. The initial shock was gone, but he still held Simon’s phone in his hand, not wanting to let go. But it was not like those offending pictures were going to disappear by magic. There, on the shiny screen, Alex Ruskin was locked in a heated embrace with the guy currently sitting across from him, in the poshest cafe Carter had ever set foot in. And that was not all. If anything, it was just the peak of...
Carter inhaled Aron’s warmth, as they stood there, in the door. Okay, he hoped the guy was not going to get all sentimental because he had absolutely no idea how to deal with such a thing. As his best friend, Aron had never gotten so mushy over him, or over anything. He had been Carter’s rock, well, at least, until they fell apart. Aron broke their hug and grabbed him by the neck in an affectionate manner. Carter let out a long breath, and together, they walked into the house. He was about...
Was living like a star always like this? Carter had to admit that while the wild ride to work in that car had been awesome, the stares he got while waiting for the lights to change, along with all the giggles and even a few not so veiled invitations from both men and women, had made him feel rather ... icky. Maybe driving a fancy car was really not for him. Alex’s lifestyle was so overdone. It made one wonder what could be hiding underneath. He was about to go into his office when...
It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain. Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa. The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to...
There was no possible way to reason with the guy, nor did he take hints. Simon was like a stupid dog that needed a lot of training. After closing the door a few more times in his face, and a few others telling him to just go home already, Carter had had to open the door wide and try to have a conversation with the guy. “Do you have any idea how this looks? The neighbors will see your car parked in the driveway!” he pointed the finger at Simon. “It’s not the first time I come to your house,”...
Aron had made him walk into the house in nothing but his sneakers, commenting something on how nice he looked with jizz pouring down from his ass, and he had had to just take the guy’s word for it. Now, under the hot spray of the shower, and Aron’s wandering hands, he was starting to doubt whether the fact that he had given in like a whore was for the best or the worst. Points in favor of this being the best thing ever: 1. He could not remember having come as hard as he had just done. 2....
So, whoever did the stupid body swap knew very well about it. And was doing nothing to correct the situation. Things were just getting stupider if that was a word. “Boss?” It took him two full seconds to realize that Mark was trying to draw his attention. He reluctantly let go of the pencil he had been munching on until being interrupted. “Yes, Mark,” he said snappily. “Sorry, I’m just in a bad mood,” he added quickly. His secretary threw him a short look, filled with pity. It lasted...
He almost felt tempted to walk through the door and yell ‘honey, I’m home’, but somehow he wanted to take Aron by surprise. No such luck, though, as the guy was expecting him, his arms crossed over his chest and a stony look on his face. “So, what do you want to tell me?” Aron spoke first. “What? No smooches?” Carter opened his arms wide and walked towards Aron. Apparently, the guy was not in the mood for his shenanigans. “Where have you been and why did you turn off your phone?” Aron...
Sleeping next to Aron was the best thing ever. Especially since the guy now had a signature way of waking him up, with slow kisses and caresses. “Hey,” he smirked, as he stretched like a cat into the man’s arms. “Hey back,” Aron chuckled. “I hate not being able to cuddle some more, but I need to go to work early. They’re sending someone over from New Entertainment, to ask us about a new motivational book we publish. Apparently, these guys like to wake up with the chickens.” “Why do you...
Waking up the second time, and this time in his own body, but in a similar hospital bed, proved to be an even more difficult an experience than the first time. One thing he noticed right away was that everything was hurting. Hey, it had been nice to be Alex, then, right? No pain that time. C’mon, is that the only thing you can think of? You know it’s not, and don’t you dare do the thinking for me. I’m your brain, remember? Then I’d rather be brain dead. “Hey, hey, Mr. Malis, look who...
“Are we playing mime?” Carter was the first to speak again, seeing that the other was busy expressing his outrage just by standing there, petrified, with an expression of absolute horrified surprise on his perfect face. Alex scrunched his nose and pulled the chair brusquely, taking a seat without being invited to. Carter felt the need to say something and point out the rudeness, but he could bet that little mishap was going to pale in comparison to what Alex was going to say and do. “So,...
There was still time until Saturday, and Carter had homework to do. He could hire a private detective to follow Alex around, but, somehow, he felt that would not be a good idea. Alex was a star, not a housewife looking for love outside conjugal bliss. He was a star, and getting other people involved sounded like a recipe for disaster. No, he needed to be the detective and gather evidence against the guy, evidence of the guy’s cheating. How he was going to show Aron that evidence was a...
He was still pondering over how the hell he had managed to get Aron to have sex with him so quickly when his phone started ringing. This time, he didn’t hurry to get it. Yeah, he was going to be a little sore, that was for sure. But he could barely stop a small surprised gasp when he saw the caller. “Hi,” Aron’s warm voice came through from the other side. “Hey, did you forget your keys?” Carter mumbled and looked around. “I guess you’ll have to come back and find them, because I don’t see...
How to Cure Performance Anxiety – A Short Guide Could Aron tell he was nervous? His friend closed his hand over Carter’s, and all he could do was to think of the warmth he was feeling. It was not exactly like they were holding hands, and there was some room between them on the back seat, while the taxi driver seemed more preoccupied with watching the road ahead rather than spying on them. You’re getting a little paranoid, aren’t you? You saw what happened with Simon earlier! What if someone...
Was Aron already back? He wondered, as he climbed the stairs two by two, with Taz happily prancing after him. He definitely hoped so, but stopped in front of the door to catch his breath. Aron was going to ask him why he had rushed up the stairs. He had no alternative reply for that. “It looks like for a while you’ll have two daddies,” Carter scratched Taz’s ears, just to buy some time. Taz barked in reply and Carter had to shush him since he didn’t want the neighbors scandalized on Sunday...
“Do you realize we are practically hiding in a closet?” Carter snickered. Aron hushed him. “They’ll find us,” his husband reproached. “Of course they will,” Carter said matter-of-factly. “They have the dog with them. They’re already tracking us as we speak.” “The fact that you’re making so much noise is not helping,” Aron glared. “Okay, okay,” Carter agreed. They stood in silence for a couple of seconds. There was no noise from outside. Well, they had found the perfect hiding place, in...
“I want you to build a box out of wood that is 4 feet completely square with a lid that is hinged and can be secured with a padlock on the outside when its closed. About 3 feet from the ground, I want you to cut a 3” hole in it and make sure that the hole is smooth.” I had told my ma’am that the only time I had ever sucked a cock before it was at a local gloryhole before the moral police closed them all up. I told her that I sucked it only because no one knew it was me on the other side....
Hi, I am Madhan here. First, thanks a lot to all ISS readers for your many likes and valuable feedback on my last story about Genuine Couples looking for real fun like Swap/Group/Orgy/Cuckold/Lesbian can approach me. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. Horny unsatisfied housewives and sexy young baby dolls can reach me on my hangout/mail and Telegram @msarsstr. Total anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. Coming to the story the heroine of the story is named Samyuktha. She...
Boxed Panties and Goodies By Margaret Jeanette Julie Forester knew she was a clothes horse. She had more clothes stored in the attic than anything else. She was packing another box for the attic. She packed some panties, a couple of bras and a slip along with seven dresses and two Capri pants. Then she decided to throw the long legged girdle in there because she wasn't going to wear it in the near future. She took the box up to the attic. She looked...
Boxed In I took woodshop in high school, but I never considered myself to be anything other than an amateur carpenter. Still, I quickly volunteered when my boss, Mr. Peters, asked me to take a day off with pay and build a big box for him. It was a special project, and a day at home doing a simple construction job sounded much better than putting on a tie and going to work. I had to build a simple box. It would measure 40" wide by 30" high and 20" deep. The only complicated part of...
That was the day my mother changed. Some said it was shock, and assured me it would fade away. She wasn’t suffering from depression, and not quite catatonia. When I arrived home I could see exactly what they meant. She moved like she was in a trance, quiet and listless. She slept a lot, and talked very little. She peered out the window for hours and listened to people speak, but what she was really seeing and hearing, no one could tell me. She didn’t seem to be in distress, or...
Author's Note: My multi-part short stories tell the exploits of a special society: The Cone-Shaped Cock Society. Membership in the CSCS is exclusively by invitation. Invitees must be a male with a particular anatomical feature:When erect, their penis must be more than three times as wide at the base as it is at the tip.Very few men qualify for membership, but those who do share their bedroom exploits with each other in this Society - online, sharing short stories, usually accompanied by...
It had all started out so innocently. I had recently joined my local boxing club after moving back into the neighborhood. For the past five years I had been working for a mining company in the middle of nowhere, but the pay had been great and I had saved like crazy. Now I had enough to buy my own house, a nice car and still have enough to invest, plus I still had a good paying job with the company. Saturday nights were still pretty quiet for me. I had only been back 3 weeks and I still hadn’t...
Chris yawned and moved to the next section of shelving. A big truck had made for a long night, leaving him and the rest of the night stock crew facing up the store after opening. “Never ending, man,” his friend Alan grumbled from the other side of the aisle. “Feels like it.” “At least the scenery ain’t bad.” After turning around to see where Alan was looking, Chris followed his gaze to see Amy – one of the cashiers – working her register. She was hot, but she was also married to a trucker who...
Hi Everyone.. This is my first story and I’m going to tell about my incident which happened during my school days. I hail in the outskirts of Chennai. For some personal factors, I’m going to use my name here as Pleasantguy_69. Now I am 22 years old but this started when I was 18 years old. It may be long story but I believe definitely this story will be more appropriate for the people who have similar thoughts towards lust and sex. Also this story can be put in any section under couple or...
Hi Everyone.. This is my first story and I’m going to tell about my incident which happened during my school days. I hail in the outskirts of Chennai. For some personal factors, I’m going to use my name here as Pleasantguy_69. Now I am 22 years old but this started when I was 18 years old. It may be long story but I believe definitely this story will be more appropriate for the people who have similar thoughts towards lust and sex. Also this story can be put in any section under couple or...
It’s unbearably hot as the mid afternoon sun beats down onto the garden. We certainly made a bad decision to re-lay the lawn on this particular Sunday. The sweat is pouring out of me as I lay down another roll of grass. Thankfully, the job is nearly over. “One more roll should do it, Alf. Will you do the honours mate?”Alf nods and heads off in the direction of the garage where the turf has been stored. I decide to take a breather and pull up a seat at the garden table. Alf is soon back, a huge...
It’s unbearably hot as the mid afternoon sun beats down onto the garden. We certainly made a bad decision to re-lay the lawn on this particular Sunday. The sweat is pouring out of me as I lay down another roll of grass. Thankfully, the job is nearly over. “One more roll should do it, Alf. Will you do the honours mate?”Alf nods and heads off in the direction of the garage where the turf has been stored. I decide to take a breather and pull up a seat at the garden table. Alf is soon back, a huge...
InterracialRedhead had crawled forward, intending to roll over but Gemma swished the riding crop once more with a firm slapping noise on Redhead's buttocks. Redhead screamed, "Ow...you fuckin',,,you fuckin' little bitch...what's that for"? Gemma giggled but again bought the riding crop down firmly and left another angry welt on Redhead's arse cheeks! "For being rude to Daddy...it's not his fault that he, as ya say, is an 'old spunker'! It's a proper nice cock he's got on him...it ain't his fault if it...
I sat back on my haunches as Gemma began to rub her clit. Off to one side, Redhead was listening intently and groaning as Gemma's tale of debauchery continued! I reached into the box at the side of the bed and grabbed a bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount of oil onto my shaft and slowly began to squeeze and wank it as Gemma's story unfolded. "...so anyway, there was no, erm...finesse, I think they call it...and the next thing I know, he'd got me pushed up against this tree, hand round...
"Billy, I want you up in that attic. We're getting the house ready to sell, and I want all the junk brought down and thrown away or packed up to move." Billy's mother pulled down the ladder to the attic and the steps lid down. "Mom, Andy's here to play some video games." He whined. "Andy can help you." Mom said. So, up the ladder we went. It was hot that day, but the air conditioning made the attic sufferable. I looked around at all the stuff one accumulates over a twenty years of...
Jessica hopped and ducked under the punches the big burly man shot at her. Her plump booty jiggling with her steps as she swung a tight cross making the man spit out. He used his ref gloves to cover his face, but Jessica shot two hooks to the stomach and giggled as she hadn’t got hit during the whole five rounds. The big wider man groaned feeling his stomach, but he got another haymaker to his jaw. Jessica got him in a corner and boxed the belly and face into her own painting. She shook her...
Warning: I write cruel stories of humiliation (although I'm not into physical pain). If this isn't your particular brand of vodka, there are many other fine authors on this site to turn to. The following story is based on real people as described to me by a fan requesting to be inserted into one of my twisted fantasies. This is my first strictly TG fetish tale. heart-shaped box By tainted x Case #345-98A66 CONFIDENTIAL; Nondisclosure 15C; Clearance lvl 5; USERnAME:...
Part 6 - “Heart-shaped” If you want more chapters, vote and comment. I’m heavily influenced by what readers think of my stories and how they should follow. This is a fictional dark fantasy story that will contain romance and some vanilla parts to it, but mainly consists of blackmail, rape, and violence. I don't condone or partake in any of the actions portrayed here. This is for people like me, guys and girls, who like this kind of harsh stuff with a good story. For those of you out there,...
“This will be a two round bout scheduled for 2 minutes each.” The ring announcer announced as you watched the ring intently and a little shocked at how much attention this was getting. You were never the wrestling or boxing fan as most of your boyfriends had an affinity for women throwing each other around or making out in pools of mud. Probably a major reason you never made it six months with any of them. In the ring was your best friend, Marsha, and she was so excited to try her hand. She had...
FantasyI had been dating Sandy for almost six months. We had met each other at a bar. She caught my eye, almost immediately the night we met. She had long black hair and dark eyes. Her skin was tanned and smooth. She was wearing a short skirt with some high heels. Her skirt showed off her legs and the heels showed off her beautifully manicured toes.We were both the same age and as it turned out, had similar interests. She was by her own admission, quite inexperienced with sex. She learned pretty...
As soon as we entered the mansion, Redhead turned and faced us and said sternly, "Now listen, you pair of halfwits, we're going upstairs into the shower room and we're going to get soaped off and then to one of the bedrooms and we can fuck some more. Got that"? Gemma and I just looked at one another and shrugged, "And like I said, absolutely no touching - the next time you cum..." she pointed a finger and hissed at me, "...will be inside me - got that"? I nodded and smiled and we followed her...