Boy Mercury X

Chapter 7 Joe stood with his back to the counter, fingers tightening around the cold neck of the brown glass bottle. He took a slow, labored breath. "Just a long week," he muttered, his voice sounding hollow. He took a swig, staring blankly at the younger man. "Nothing a cold drink won’t fix." Dylan stepped closer, bringing the smell of cheap drugstore deodorant into Joe’s space. "Yeah? Because you look like you're about to punch a hole through the drywall." Joe looked at him. Rea

@jaysalmn, all will be revealed tomorrow. So to speak.

Chapter 4 By late afternoon, the unseasonable September sun had baked the driveway asphalt, turning the air inside the garage thick and sweltering. Joe beat the boys home after the three-thirty factory whistle. He’d rolled the big aluminum door halfway up, letting in a strip of dusty light. Usually, the iron was reserved for the cold, dark hours of the morning. But today, the energy humming in his veins demanded a second run. He could still feel the phantom touch of Diane’s manicured f

Thanks @chris191070. The plan is to release part two tomorrow and part three the day after. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1 The cool iron of the dip bar was the only thing grounding him. Joe locked his jaw, calloused hands trembling slightly on the rusted metal. Knees bent, ankles crossed, core tight, he pitched forward, lowering himself until the stretch tore through his chest and front delts, then drove back up. Gravity pulled harder with every inch. He grunted out the last rep, breath hissing slow between his teeth. “Ten.” He held the contraction at the top, arms shaking, triceps burning,

At forty-two, Joe has engineered his body to dominate the factory floor and the baseball diamond. He commands respect from other men even as he feels invisible in his own home. But when a plan for a discreet hookup goes off the rails, Joe finds himself outplayed by the one person who sees him for exactly what he is.

It's nice when everyone wins.

@Mattyboy thank you for reading and commenting. There's no immediate plan for more of the series but I have others drafted, so it could happen.

My apologies. Status is changed.

Chapter Nine. Carl pumped his two spit-slicked fingers deep into Steve’s tight heat, feeling the throat reflexively swallow harder around his cock with every thrust. The wet friction was incredible. Carl was getting dangerously close to the edge. "Fuck, yes, buddy," Carl groaned, his hips automatically picking up the pace. "Just like that. You take it so fucking good." His thighs trembled. He stopped his hips, threw his head back, and stared past the canopy into the impossibly sta

I have never read a description of a story of mine I've enjoyed so much as this.

One problem with a woodsy public defender: you’re kind of on your own.

Chapter Five. “The goddess has kindly consented,” the horned god announced, his tone shifting into the smooth cadence of a seasoned mediator, “to accept a substitute… fluid. With head and forehead Artemis overtops the rest of her companions, and though all are lovely, there is no mistaking which is she. Her mercy is as great as her majesty.” Artemis looked entirely too satisfied with the flattery. She raised her polished black bow, letting one curved end drift menacingly over each of t

THAT would have been a fine legal defense! I'm of the thinking that Artemis might have excused a clean kill, but ruining perfection... that's a tough one.

Thanks @dboggs9700! I don't know how much of the difference is because of the subject matter, or because the stories were drafted eight years ago, but I'm glad people are enjoy the change of pace.