Carlos Hazday

I actually thought of fling but decided a Dutch word I'd somehow learned of would be better. My story... sticking to it.

@dughlas I dislike Ohio State but am able to stomach most of the other teams. I kinda like Michigan. Mrs. Mann, while trying to do what she felt was right, forgot to ask Colt about it in advance. The yelling and disagreeing may have been avoided had she done so. Of course, she sounds a bit too clueless if after all these years she's unaware her son does not like Sam. As for the argument because I gave birth to you being used as sufficient to justify almost anything, My brother and I had a similar response whenever our mother brought it out: Nobody asked you to fuck with Dad and get pregnant. We would have not minded never being born. We wouldn't have known. Throwing in the 'fucking Dad' line always got a strong reaction. Mom was prude who raised sex perverts. As a kid, my block had six houses with a beach club across the street. My godparents lived next to us and my mother's uncle at the end of the block. Even after all those households except one were relocated to the United States, the friendships continued. Times have changed.

LMAO Although I worked hard to ensure a new reader would not be affected by these characters having been around in other stories, I had to find a spot to introduce Sean. It was weird writing about him being an escort and doing porn. It's been a while.

If Sean worked at a gym near here I'd join up.

Those slow moments will get more frequent with time. I'm saying that based on personal experience.

Planting Seed one day and Nailing Studs the next. Where do I sign up. I've used affairette before but my editor still flagged it as not a real word. Hey! I wrote it down so it's real. LOL

I can so relate to Rick being referred to as a kid. I do it all the time with grown men in their 30s and 40s. Privilege of the older crowd. Did I mention I hope Willy gets his willie chopped off?

You definitely grasped my intent. Colt has cleared out some of his baggage (hopefully) and is now ready for whatever the future brings. Right away may be tough. LOL But hopefully before the end of 2021, got a couple of big projects to complete before I tackle the Chelsea boys again.

Yes, this one is complete. I wanted to revisit the openings of PRIME and WOOF before embarking on further tales about the owners.

You're no good with short stories, are you? LOL I plan to rework and expand the oneabout Colt and Tony meeting sometime in the next few months. It's on my list already.

Sex on two legs walks in and there goes the business plan! My goal was to set Colt up for meeting someone and getting on with his life. Next story will cover that.

The story takes place in 2013 and prices for those medallions were already in flux. All this was before ride sharing, today, their value has probably sunk further thanks to the pandemic. It's so weird to watch NYC street scenes on TV and not see streets packed with yellow cars.

Studs... in the order they were posted.

I almost gave Sean dialogue, but decided it was better to bring him on board slowly. @Defiance19 will probably move in before Colt gets a chance.

It'll be a successful business venture for the guys. I wanna own a gym so I can spend my life ogling eye candy.

On the final Monday in September, we quietly opened our doors to the public. From The Village, through Chelsea, to Hell’s Kitchen, we had blanketed the neighborhoods with advertising. We had hundreds of palm cards printed and hired day laborers to pass them out near other fitness centers, outside restaurants, and in front of clubs at night. Several businesses allowed us to place sign up boxes on their counters. We offered a complimentary week to anyone filling out the information slips and

“Can we keep some of the hunky warehouse workers?” Apollo panting like a dog would be indelibly etched in my mind. “Down, pooch. I’m pretty sure all of them are gone. Anyway, they were probably all fat from too many after-work beers.” I shoved Apollo forward as soon as there was a break in traffic. I didn’t feel like waiting for the light to change. “It’s supposed to be the old man and his son in there today. They’re clearing out the last of their shit and dealing with the closing.” Wh

Thanks, buddy.

Pretty good and pretty close to what was going through my head. I never crystallized what they had done together, but my idea was Sam was okay with fooling around until Colt came out and Sam got scared of guilt by association.

So you're on the 24th, I'm on the 23rd, my niece is on the 22nd, and so's CJ & Owen's daughter, Liebe. Good company!

Best chapter yet. Maddie has no clue she's going to lose.

Thanks, KDM. I'm happy I can provide a little entertainment with my scribbles.

Yep, I think if Poppy had not been there, Sam would have had a rougher time.

And yet, you survived. Good on you, Gene. Bitterness can be a motivator as long as we don't allow it to overrun our lives. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you, and others who did the same, for sharing your point of view. Most of what I know about small-town, rural America comes from conversations with friends or reading. I've ridden through many, particularly in the South, but most of the time I've enjoyed the picturesque sights without much interaction with locals.