Anthony glanced at the top corner of his cell screen. Where the bars were supposed to be was nothing but dashes—just a few stitches of white pixels to announce the promise of solitude. He couldn’t suppress a smile as he looked up at the green-gray leaves hissing in the hot sigh of the September afternoon….
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2.4. Baiting the Hook
Twelve-year-old Brandon had never been fishing before. But Timmy had insisted. Timmy was about his age and often spent summers with his grandmother, who happened to live next door to Brandon. Between Timmy’s carefree, gung-ho attitude and the fact that he had a small, kid-sized spincast reel that looked like it had been manufactured by…
2.3. Happenstance
Anthony stood with his Muck boot on a fallen log as he peered out over the boggy forest. Brandon’s eyes flashed to the stippled rubber upper, the way it gently creased above Anthony’s toe as he leaned forward. It was a quick glance, but nothing that got the better of him. He resumed tightening to…
Rescued
– A Horny Short – The moment I stepped out of the car and my foot felt the loose gravel that was scattered over the parking lot, I grew excited. It could have been the crisp day, the bright yellow leaves dotting the path like autumnal confetti. Maybe it was the feel of the slightly-too-big…
2.1. Kyle
“Isn’t that right, Brandon?” Lydia’s question cut through the abyss. Brandon snapped back, catching the pointed look she was shooting him from across the conference table. He had wandered off again–had it been to the dim interior of the garage this time? No. As the clouds lifted, he shifted forward in his seat and folded…
31. Weekend Getaway
“I don’t get it,” came Lydia’s voice over the cell phone. Brandon cocked his head and narrowed his eyes in irritation. The scenery was stunning from his Adirondack chair on the covered deck, but all he could see in his mind’s eye was his work wife playing with her hair and looking at him through…
27. Quid Pro Quo
Brandon had barely stepped out of his SUV before he started getting hard. Anthony was waiting for him on the steps of the front porch. He was wearing the exact same outfit he had worn so many months ago when Brandon had decided he could no longer deny his fetish. The long sleeve t, the faded camo pants,…
26. Walk a Mile
Dell steps out onto the landing. The stairwell lights are off, but enough morning light glows orange and pink through the window for him to see the jumble of shoes by the door. He grabs his Timberland work boots with his right hand, the padded leather collars squealing against each other as if in delight as his…
Shoe Horny 