Gray

"A son? And here I thought you'd been shooting blanks." "Grace!" Gray refrained from throwing the phone against the wall. "I'm teasing. Considering your habits, I wouldn't be surprised if you have more than one out there." Gray harumphed an agreement. "True." "Your friend Gwen, however, is a bitch. Mid fuck is not the time to mention you have a kid." Gray laughed. "Anyway, I have to go as we're meeting for dinner. Miss you, Grace." "Won't be long and you'll be home so I can yell at you in person again. Oh, and we have a new one at the bar to bet on." "Love you, see you Sunday." "Love you, too. I'll be at the airport." Gray hung up the phone just as the shower turned off. Within an hour, he was showered, dressed and already seated [Read more...]

"Gwen?" She stopped. "What?" "That ambulance?" He was still flat on his back between the bed and the window. Her answer was punctuated with the door clicking shut behind her. "Guess a ride to the bus station is out of the question then?" Gray whimpered to the empty room. --- almost 19 years later "You look fantastic." Gwen smiled and took a sip from her red wine. "You look great to, Gray. Still sculpted like a god but seems you have a little snow on top." Gray smiled back and took a swig from his beer bottle. "I like to think it is a distinguished look." Both laughed. The couple was in the same hotel room that Gwen had left Gray, with his broken left leg years before. The curtains were open to an empty, since renamed, Rogers [Read more...]

"Yip! Look at the cash!" Gray awoke to darkness. His eyes were blindfolded, his mouth was gagged, and his hands and feet were bound. He felt a hand between his legs playing with his naked balls. He was laying on his front on what felt like his hotel room bed. "Cooter, shut the fuck up." The female voice with the southern accent was much closer. Gray thought it sounded like the tall blonde, Cletus. He certainly hoped it was her hand playing with his balls and not Cooter. Her perfume had a sweet scent to it, almost fruity. The hand left his balls and grabbed his hip. Cletus instructed, "Turn over, babe. I'll make it worth your while." Gray allowed her to flip him over. He lay on his back quietly and waited. "I'm going to remove the gag. [Read more...]

"Hey, Cletus! Come looka here! Done look like a golf cart gone and fucked a soccer mama van." Gray rolled his eyes behind the mirrored sunglasses. He sat behind the wheel of a maroon Ford Escape Hybrid that he had rented on arrival. "Cooter?" he asked for the man's attention. Gray could not believe that the first person he got to talk to after leaving the Nashville airport was a man named 'Cooter'...nor that Cooter actually wore a name tag proudly saying so. "Yessir?" Cooter sauntered over to the driver side window. He wore a grey mechanic suit with strategically placed oil splashes. He pulled his blue Tennessee Titans hat off and wiped his brow on his sleeve. His head was tanned and bald except for the fring of dark hair ringing [Read more...]

July 1, 1994 "Are you comfortable, Gwen?" Her breath steamed the glass a little. "Yeah. Awkward, but okay." Her red curls framed her pale face that was covered in too much make-up. Piercing dark green cat eyes stared through the glass of the hotel room window. Looking up and to the east, the CN Tower stood tall and erect with wisps of clouds passing its tip in the light blue sky. Below was the full stadium and field of artificial turf with the white chalk diamond drawn upon it. "I don't understand this game. At least in hockey they can hit someone," she commented and shifted on her chair and the device. "Stop squirming," came the muffled reply. "Maybe if they put a defensive player between the bases that was to stop the runner, I [Read more...]

"Hello?" Gray walked through the maze of corridors behind the stage. Corbin Percy was not Gray's type of music, but Grace had dragged him to the show. The backstage pass and a promise of many young goth women had him intrigued. Prior to the show, however, Gray started to realize that most of those younger women were of an age that made frolicking with them illegal...that plus most of their parents that were with him were Gray's age. Gray was, however, pleased with some of the knowing glances he received from a few milfs scattered about the crowd. Being they had their kids with them, unfortunately knowing glances was all they were. One thing to ask a woman to ditch a date and quite another to ask her to ditch her kid. Gray watched the [Read more...]

"You get on the bed." The redhead followed Gray's instruction. Gray stroked his salt and pepper goatee. He stood quietly wearing only pajama bottoms. He imagined how impressed the redhead must be with his muscles. He felt the collar around his neck tugged. "Don't get cocky," Grace chastised him. She stood behind him in a tight pvc cat suit. Horse whip in one hand, and the leash attached to Gray's collar with the other. "Graham, instruct her." Gray thought for a second longer. "Lay on your back and use the handcuffs on your left hand." He slowly moved to the handcuffs attached to the other side. The redhead was in a white bodice only. Her body was big and beautiful...and naked otherwise. Grace had instructed Gray to pick up the redhead [Read more...]

Gray awoke with a start. Dawn light was just filtering in the window and giving enough light to see his surroundings. The ceiling was a stucco white and the walls a deep maroon...although in this light, perhaps purple. There were two large pictures on the wall in front of him, still too dark to make out what they were. There was a hallway at the end of the bed leading to the right. A television stared from atop a dresser at the foot of the bed. The windows were large and covered with sheer drapes. He whispered, "Where is this?" His groin was sore. His head ached. He felt like his stomach had been through a wringer recently. As his eyes continued to adjust, he felt her stir. The brunette's head lay on his belly facing away from him. She [Read more...]