Circles (Un)Broken - Ch. 5 : Samuel
"samuel... ayers..." no one moved. "did... did someone just say my name?" murdoch said nervously. sydney stared at him. "no...? i was sure someone said my name," sydney said. "i heard someone calling for me as well..."
Part XI - That You and He Might Touch Each Other
The thing about profound, transformative experiences--an evening spent on your knees in the upper bathroom of the Stag, for example--is they transform only you. The rest of the world, and your daily life in it, cares very little. It carries on much the...
Part VII - Who Are You, Taking Coffee No Sugar
Leo came down in the morning without a shirt. He'd woken up to find it gone from the neat pile on the floor. "Huh," Will hadn't sounded surprised. "Guess you're not wearing a shirt today then, pup." The living room held only that dim, clear, faintly...
Part V - No Laws to Treat My People Ill
"Oh it was fascinating, the seminar on impasto technique actually came to blows! Between the Van Gogh faction and the Rembrant fans!" judging from the stoat's tone this was wonderful news. "Convention security had to taser three different...
Part XII - The Marks of Wanton Hunger
"What about Thursday?" "Won't he have," Sam didn't bother getting up from the couch, "work in the morning?" "He oughta have enough PTO to take one day off, though," Will yelled up the basement stairs. "It's at least worth asking!" \> Thurs? "You...
Pent Up Frustrations 2
On echo there isn’t a man more expert on homosexuality than samuel ayers. beckett's bliss lasted for a few more moments, as he held his partner close, and slowly felt his shaft deflate and slid out of the lizard's ass, back into his own slit.