Edging

– A Horny Short – The paint roller blazed a sticky highway of pale green up the smooth gray walls of the Hollingsworth foyer, announcing its wet progress like the lapping of a dozen tiny tongues. Trevor looked up from his perch atop the ladder and watched as his mentor deftly pivoted the end of…

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…

Down the Drain

– A Horny Short – Gavin gently brought the sole of his sneaker down onto Josh’s basketball shorts. He gently teased the straining manhood beneath, making small circles with the ball of his foot.  The zigzagged grooves of his tread gripped the shiny nylon material, sliding it over the swollen glans. Josh whimpered slightly and…

2.2. Pieces

Brandon woke the next morning and knew two things with absolute certainty before he had even rolled out of bed.  The first was that the yellowed 1950’s acoustic ceiling tiles on the ceiling needed to go.  Today.  The morning sun was already high enough that it reflected off of the ripple glass patio table below,…

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…

Neighborly

– A Horny Short – I thought Ellis was hot the first time I saw him. He had taken up residence in the house next door—quite unceremoniously and completely unobserved by me. It’s one of the great ironies of the typical suburban plastic community. All of the houses are slightly varying shades of putty and…

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…