In The Spirit

I stop in my tracks when I stepped into the apartment I could not believe what I saw before me. I closed my eyes and shook my head hoping what I saw would disappear when I open my eyes. I open one then the other; nope, the horrible site before me was still there.

My handsome lover, that I love so dearly was standing there with his beautiful long blondish hair parted right down the middle one side was dyed holly green and the other was dyed Christmas red. Again I just shook my head and closed my eyes.

"It's not permanent. Tt washes out in 30 washes," he told me.

"Then I suggest if you do not want your rear as red as your hair, you start washing," I told him as I pushed him toward the bathroom.

"Grinch," he said, huffing his way to the shower.

Breakfast In Bed

As Dillon roll over, he gave a low moan and his arm snaked around my waist. Just as his leg pinned mine to the bed, he buried his face into my chest.

I gently kissed his forehead and then took a deep breath, taking in his smell.

He gently nuzzled my chest before gently pushing his crotch into mine.

I felt his tongue touch my nipple as he licked his dry lips.

"Hey what do you want for breakfast?" I asked him when my stomach gave a slight rumble. .

"You!" he said taking the nipple closes to him into his mouth.

Brats and Leftovers

Dillon and I could hear the swats as they landed on poor David's backside. I could see my own brat cringe when they landed. I wanted to go over and comfort my brat. However, I just flipped the pages of the newspaper I was pretending to read just to let him know I was still in the room, but still very upset with what had taken place.

It was not too long ago Dillon was over my knee getting his ass blistered for the stunt, that he and David pulled when they were told to put the left over away. When Allen and David joined us in the living room I could tell that David would have preferred to stay in the bedroom until we were gone. David gave a pleading look when Allen pointed to the kitchen. David just hung his head and went to the kitchen.

"Dill, go help." I told him in a no nonsense voice.

"Yes sir." Dill told me as he went to go help with the clean up.

Allen gave me a rum and coke, then he sat down in his chair. "Tell me, Gary how do they get ‘let's have a food fight’ out of ‘put the food away’?" he asked taking a sip of his drink.

I just shrugged my shoulder.

Naked At Night

Allen and David are Gary and Dillon friends I tried to make
it a dribble but it became a short story. 

This is a true story I just change some stuff and I added a 
few things, I was the one who had to confront the cops at 
the door, when my friends half naked boyfriend was found in 
the front yard.

At the time I was upset now I just think it funny. I had 
this way back in my mind and when Accidental Exposure was 
posted it all came back to me. 

I hope you all enjoy this. There is no warning..



NAKED AT NIGHT

I OPENED THE DOOR TO FIND MY YOUNG LOVER DRIPPING WET, IN 
HIS UNDERWEAR AND SOCKS, WITH TWO POLICE OFFICERS STANDING
BEHIND HIM. DAVID STOOD WITH HIS HANDS IN FRONT OF HIMSELF,
COVERING HIS PRIVATES, LOOKING ABOUT TEN INSTEAD OF 
TWENTY-FIVE. I STOOD BACK AND LET HIM IN, AND I ASSURED THE
POLICE THAT DAVID DID LIVE HERE, AND HE WAS NO THREAT TO 
THE NEIGHBORS. THE DOOR SHUT SOFTLY BEHIND US. 
BEFORE I COULD EVEN OPEN MY MOUTH TO ASK.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT," DAVID YELLED, AS HE STOMPED PAST ME 
INTO THE KITCHEN, I WATCHED AS HE SLIPPED AND SLIDE ACROSS
THE NEW LINOLEUM FLOOR. THAT IS WHEN I SAW KEVIN STANDING
ALSO IN HIS UNDERWEAR, TRYING TO GET HIS CAT DINGBAT TO 
JUMP UP AND UNLOCK THE SLIDING GLASS DOOR; THE CAT JUST SAT
THERE LIKE `AND YOU CALL ME A DINGBAT'.

"THEN WHOSE FAULT IS IT?" I HAD TO ASK, WONDERING HOW HE 
WAS GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS. I JUST LOOKED OVER AT KEVIN, WHO
NOW LAY ON THE SOFA WITH HIS CAT LAYING ON HIS CHEST; HE 
LOOKED MORE EMBARRASSED THEN ANYTHING. 

I JUST JERKED MY HEAD TOWARD MY LOVER, WHEN I HEARD, 
"YOUR'S," DAVID TOLD ME, AS HE GRABBED A TOWEL FROM THE HALL.
I HEARD A "YEAH" FROM THE SOFA. I JUST POINTED A FINGER AT 
KEVIN; HE JUST PULLED THE SHEET UP, AND OVER HIS HEAD. ALL I 
SAW WAS THE TOP OF HIS HAIR AND HIS EYES STICKING OUT FROM 
UNDER IT. IT IS A GOOD THING TO HAVE YOUR BRAT'S YOUNGER 
BROTHER SCARED OF YOU.

"HOW IN GOD'S GREEN UNIVERSE IS IT MY FAULT?" I JUST HAD TO 
ASK. DAVID SPUN AROUND AND JUST GLARED AT ME; HE WAS TOTALLY 
PISSED. "IF YOU WOULD HAVE GOTTEN THE SLIDING DOOR LOCK FIXED,
LIKE YOU SAID YOU WOULD A WEEK AGO, WE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN 
LOCKED OUTSIDE HALF-NAKED, WHEN HE SHUT THE DOOR SO DINGBAT 
COULD NOT FOLLOW US OUT, WHICH CAUSED ME TO HAVE TO JUMP THE 
SIDE FENCE TO GET TO THE FRONT DOOR, SO I COULD WAKE YOU. IN 
ADDITION, IF YOU WOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT SETTING THE TIMER 
ON THE SPRINKLERS, THEY WOULD NOT HAVE COME ON, AND I WOULD 
HAVE NOT GOTTEN WET. THEREFORE, WHEN THE POLICE THAT WERE ON 
PATROL WOULD NOT HAVE SEEN ALL OF ME," HE SAID, AS HE POINTED 
TO HIS WAIST; YEAH YOU COULD SEE ALL OF HIM THROUGH HIS WET, 
WHITE BRIEFS. HE HUFFED AT ME, LOOKING AT HIM WITH A SMILE. 
THEN HE WRAPPED A TOWEL AROUND HIMSELF. "THINKING I WAS A 
PERVERT, OR SOMETHING AWFUL." HE SHIVERED, NOT FROM BEING WET. 
I THINK IT WAS JUST THE THOUGHT THAT WENT THROUGH HIS MIND AT 
THE TIME. "SINCE YOU DIDN'T HEAR THE DOORBELL, WHICH IS BROKEN, 
THE LADY OFFICER BANGED ON THE WIDOW TO WAKE YOU. SO THIS IS 
ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT!" HE SAID, WITH A STOMP OF HIS FOR AND 
WAVING HIS ARMS AROUND LIKE A LUNATIC. 

"WHY WERE YOU UP ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.

"I COULDN'T SLEEP, SO I CAME DOWN TO WATCH A MOVIE, AND I WOKE 
UP KEVIN," HE TOLD ME. 

"ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO BE OUT OF BED BEFORE SIX?" I ASKED HIM; 
HE JUST LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "ARE YOU?" I ASKED AGAIN.

"NO, SIR." HE WHISPERED. 

"WHY DID YOU GO OUTSIDE ANYWAY?" I ASKED HIM.

I SAW DAVID'S EYES MOVE TOWARD KEVIN, WHO JUST COVERED UP HIS 
HEAD. "KEVIN WANTED ONE LAST SMOKE BEFORE HE WENT TO BED," 
DAVID SAID. 

"LET ME SEE IF I CAN SUM THIS ALL UP. YOU WERE UP WHEN YOU 
WERE SUPPOSE TO BE IN BED; WENT OUTSIDE HALF NAKED, TO BE WITH 
YOUR BROTHER FOR ONE LAST SMOKE, WHICH I DO NOT APPROVE OF AT 
ALL, AND YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AROUND IT," I SAID; 

HE STILL LOOKED AT HIS FEET. "SO THE SUMMARY IS...IF YOU HAD 
STAYED IN BED, KEVIN WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN WOKE UP, AND GONE 
OUT FOR A SMOKE; YOU WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LOCKED OUT; YOU WOULD 
NOT HAD TO OF JUMP THE FENCE OR GOT WET, THE POLICE WOULD NOT 
HAVE SEEN ALL OF YOU. CORRECT?" I ASKED HIM.

"YES, SIR," HE TOLD ME.

"SO, TELL ME, MY DEAR, SWEET BRAT; WHOSE FAULTS IS THIS WHOLE 
MESS." DAVID LOOKED UP AT ME THROUGH HIS STILL DAMP HAIR. 

"KEVIN'S," DAVID TOLD ME..

Officer Involved Biting

I just stepped out of the shower when I heard Gary laugh.
His laugh was so sexy. I open the bathroom door and peek
out. Gary was setting out the computer I use for work. 
With his head in his hands I saw his body shake with
laughter which made me giggle.

"What so funny?" I asked coming up behind him.

"Sam sent me this!" He said tapping the computer screen.
I had to stop and think who Sam was as my mind went over 
Gary's friends and their partners. "You remember Sammy, 
the one with purple hair." he reminded me. 

"Oh yeah the cops partner" I told him. He nodded and got 
up as I took the seat as I glanced at the screen and 
scanned it. I had to do a double take at the Subject Name, 
Officer Involved Biting, ok now I am interested. 


Well you probably won't read this on the net, or hear it 
on the news so I am going to tell you.

Officer Involved Biting,

Two officers were called out to house for a domestic call 
about 9:30 pm. When they got there the officers found a 
woman that looked like she was slapped around a few times 
and a intoxicated man, who the woman said was her husband 
and he was upset with her because he ran out of beer for 
the celebration. When she took the keys to the car away 
from him he slapped her. After several slaps, someone 
called the police.

Here’s the funny part.

While one of the officers was trying to arrest the man 
when he became violent and dropped to the ground so the 
officer could not put his hands behind his back. The one 
officer rolled the man over to arrest him when the man 
yelled out. Their ten year old son, who the officers did 
not see, came out of nowhere and bite the one officer on 
the back of the legs, causing him to scream out in pain 
letting the husband go. As the husband tried to get to 
his feet, the other officer arrested him as he tried not 
to laugh at his partner who now contained a ten year old 
boy by the back of the shirt like a naughty puppy. EMT's 
were called out now.

The man was arrested for public drunkenness, battery, and 
a few other things and spent 24 hours behind bars to sober 
up and then go before the judge if the wife decided to 
press charges.

The boy was taken into custody where he promptly started 
to cry saying he was sorry but he thought his dad was in 
danger. The boy was release into the custody of his mom 
who told him he was in deep trouble, and he was lucky the 
officer did not put him in the pen along with his dad.

The officer was treated at the scene and then taken to 
the local hospital to see if he needed stitches (no) and 
then sent home for two weeks (so infection will not set 
in) to be spoiled by his loving but laughing his ass off 
life partner to be taken care of. 

He now sits on the sofa with his leg up eating a hot ham 
sandwich shaking his head at me while I type this. 
You two have a good New Years and stay safe on the streets. 
Oh yeah ask Dillon if he can find out how to get glue and 
sparkles out of hair without cutting it off, I tried hot
 water and shampoo but it just matted it together. Bye S

I had to laugh it was just so funny I could imagine this
all going through my mind. 

"We'll have to send him a get well gift," I told Gary as 
he came back into the room handing me hot apple cider.

"Already thought of it," Gary said as he took the seat 
back from me. "We are going to get those pads the police 
put on their horses shins to keep from kicking themselves 
when they run." Gary said as I took a drink of hot cider 
and end up spraying it on the side of Gary's head. 

"Sorry," I told him as I handed him the towel that was 
still wet from my shower. 


The End

Author's notes: The letter Sam wrote is a true story. I 
just changed the names of the people involved to fit with 
my characters. I do have permission from the "Sam" to use 
this. 

Carol

Accident

This story is unbetaed so forgive me for the mistake, and I hope it 
all makes since. Thanks. (All mistake belong to me)I know the title 
sucks. Enjoy I hope.
Sorry no spanking in this one, just some well place swats.

************ 


David and I were just pulling out of the local parking lot when 
Tigger's voice came out of my pocket, rolling my eyes; I pulled over 
and dug out my cell "Shut up" I told David as I flip my cell phone 
open. "Hello my sweet thing," I Answered. 

"Is this Gary?" A strange woman voice asked. I could feel my face 
burn red. 

"Yes," I told her.

"Hi, um, well your friend Dillon asked me to call, umm, it seems he 
and I had a little accident, but ummm he won't let me call for 
emergency help cause, ummm he said you'd know what to do." She told 
me.

At the word accident, my heart stopped. "Is he alright," I asked my 
hands started to shake, my mouth went dry, and I thought I was going 
to throw up. I must of turn white cause the next thing I knew.

"What is it, is everything alright?" David asked from the passenger 
seat. I waved him off.

"Well he says he is but," then I heard Dillon voice in the back 
ground. "No don't tell him now." "Do you want to talk to him," She 
asks I started to say yes," but then I heard Dillon "No not now, 
just tell him where we are at, so can come and get me." Dillon told 
her. "Oh sorry," She said 

When she finally told me where she was at, we were on our way, I 
called into dispatch telling them what we were doing and where we 
were going. David was asking question I could not answer. I finally 
had to tell him to shut up.

"Just look for a powder pink BMW sport car." I told him when we 
pulled into the parking lot, 

"There, over there," David said pointing to the direction of young 
woman and a small crowed of people the young woman was doing 
cheerleader moves to catch out attention. I didn't see Dillon.

Once we stop, I was out in flash. The young woman steps back and 
pointed to the side of her car, as she got out of our way. I saw 
Dillon laid out on the ground cover with two pink throw blankets. 
His head resting on a fuzzy pink pet pillow and pink towel that had 
Miss Priss embroidered across the bottom towel. Dillon held the 
towel that was now turning dark pink being against his 
forehead. "Hey. How are you doing?" I asked leaning over him to get 
a better look the whole time I was checking him out to make sure, he 
was still in one piece, and he was, thank God.

"I got blood on your new shirt." He told me. 
"That's ok I can get it out." I told him wonder what he was talking 
about.
"Hey kiddo, you look good in pink" David told Dillon as he was 
patting his leg for injuries. Dillon just growled at him and raised 
his finger to him. 
"Dillon" I snapped, he just gave me a sly grin.

David did the assessment on Dillon for the simple reason Dillon 
would not let go of my hand and being we lived together I was not 
allowed to. I relayed the information he gave me to the hospital.

Then we heard something coming through the parking lot not even 
bothering to slow down over the speed bump we could hear a crash and 
bangs, I glanced up to see a white ford pickup coming our way, it 
stops just behind our truck, and I saw a bear of a woman come around 
the truck. "Oh god," she said when she saw Dillon on the 
ground. "Sue, are you alright," she asked coming over to the young 
woman and wrapping her arms around her. 

"Yeah I'm fine; it's him that is hurt." She said pointing to Dillon. 
"What the hell happen," The woman yelled out. The young girl jumped, 
as and so did David and Dillon, I bite the inside of my check to 
keep from laughing, all brats are alike when a Top yell they jump. 

However, once the woman asked it only took the young lady a few 
minutes to tell us what had happened it seams. she was trying to 
plug in her dead cell phone and had to look down to find the phone 
when it slipped out of her hand and landed and fell on to the 
passengers floor board instead of stopping she just looked away for 
a minute when she heard a thud, she slammed on the brakes and Dillon 
fell to the ground. I looked back to where she was pointing and 
sure enough Dillon bike was laying in the road almost folded in 
half. "And that's way I had to call you on his cell phone cause mine 
was dead." Were her last words before the woman pointed to the car 
and said one word "sit" the girl did just that. 

"Gary, are you alright?" David asked.
"Yeah I'm fine," I told him I had to shake me head to get the image 
of Dillon ran over out of my mind. 

The next thing we knew an officer approaching, and then we heard 
and ambulance off in the background Dillon just groaned at me. "That 
is why I wanted her to call you. I don't need all this, and I didn't 
want the police involved." He told me. 

"Your going to have to have a few stitches to close that cut up, 
love" I told him taping gaze to his forehead.

"Can't you just do it at home?" He asked. 

I shook my head. "Dillon you were hit by a car your head hit a 
windshield so you need to go to the hospital to make sure you don't 
have any broken ribs or internal bleeding alright" he rolled his 
eyes at me. "So call me a worry wart." I told him he gave me on of 
his smiles, which made me feel better. I knew he was going to be 
alright, but I wanted a second opine. 

After the officer got the same story we did he let us go. It took 
another few minutes to get the ok to load Dillon into the ambulance, 
and we were on our way. I of course rode with Dillon. 


Once at the hospital David phone in to get our lunch break approved 
which it was granted. We stayed at the hospital, so I could stay 
with him. After a MRI Dillon was told what we already knew he was 
fine and could go home. The doctor also told him to rest for at 
least 24 hours. Then he looked over at me with a smile "No rough 
housing or any physical excursion" He started to leave when he turns 
around and said "Your helmet kept you from having severe head 
trauma, but since it had been in accident you need to replace it." 
He said and then walk out so Dillon could get dressed. That was one 
thing, he was constantly in trouble over was not wearing his helmet. 
His first spanking was over it 
and it took a few more and one serve paddling to get him to remember 
it and a threat of a blistering if he did it again.

I called Allen to find out if he could come and get Dillon from the 
hospital and to take him home for me. He told me yes he be there in 
a few. Once I got Dillon settled into Allen car I gave him a kiss to 
his stitches. I waved as they drove off.

"You drive," I told David. 
"You alright?" he asked when we got in. 
"Yeah," I told him I lied, and he knew it. He radioed in and said we 
where heading back to the bay. I gave him a look usually it was up 
to me to decide if we were heading back or not. 
Once there he pushed me toward the captain office, knocked once, and 
we walked in the captain as setting at his desk and we came in he 
came over to me and asked how Dillon was. David left us alone. 

The Captain pointed to his sofa, I sat then broke down into tears. 
It was devastating to see Dillon hurt but to see his bike crushed it 
just all come together it could have been worse than what it was,. 
Dillon got to go home, and I get to go home to him, I can hold him 
in my arms tonight kiss his forehead and hold him all night. Instead 
of calling his family and friends to tell him Dillon was killed in 
an accident. I let out a breath and stood up "I need to get back to 
work" I informed the Captain.

"You need to go home," He told me, I tried to protest, but he opens 
the door, "David, take Gary home," He ordered. 

"I have my car, I'll be fine." I told him as I patted his shoulder 
as he did mine, and I headed out to the locker room, changed into my 
street clothes, clocked out then headed home to the one I love.

One my way home I made a few stop one by the video store, another 
was to get ice-cream from Baskin Robbins. As I pulled up into the 
complex I notice Allen car parked in one of the visitor's parking 
spots. I just smiled I knew he would not just drop Dillon off and 
leave him home alone, and I also knew Dillon was not going to be 
happy camper about him staying. Another thing I saw was Dillon bike 
the only thing it was good for was scrap.

"I don't need a baby sitter, I heard Dillon say as he lay on the 
sofa.
"I'm brat-sitting. " Allen told him from the kitchen. "Not baby 
sitting, there is a difference"

"Go home," Dillon demanded.

"He doesn't have to," I told him from the door. Dillon turned around 
and looked at me all wide eyed then a sly grin crossed his 
face. "Long enough to hear you" I told him.

Allen came over and relieved me of my stuff. I bent down giving 
Dillon a kiss to bandage on his forehead. "How are you doing?" I 
asked him as he sat up to give me room to sit. No sooner than I sat 
down my lap was full of Dillon, 

"I'm fine," Dillon told me wrapping his arms around my necked and 
snuggled closer to me. "Tell him to go home." Dillon whined at me.

I gave him a light smack on his bear thigh. "Be nice." I ordered. 
Dillon just huffed and laid his head on my shoulder.

"I put a roast in the oven it's on a low heat so it should be done 
around five thirty, six. I gave him a pain pill about fifteen 
minutes ago. Now that you are home he seams to be happy. So I will 
go, and let you take care of your little brat now." Allen said 
bending over giving us both a hug at the same time. "I'll let myself 
out I'll lock the door as I go out," He told us as he headed toward 
the door, "If you need tomorrow I'll be home." With that said I 
heard the door closed.

"So when do I get ice cream?" Dillon asked me.

"After dinner," I told him giving him a nip to the neck he 
jumps. "Do you know how much I love you?" I asked him.

"No, show me." Dillon said with a wicked grin. 

"I can't you have a head injury," I told him. I finally got wiggled 
around to where both of us was laid out on the sofa, Dillon laying 
half on top of me with his back to the back of the sofa and his head 
on my chest, I could gently run figure eights on his hip. Before 
long I could hear his soft snores, and the smacking of his lips as 
he slept. Closing my eyes I shuttered to think I could of lost him 
today.

The next thing I heard was the timer going off on the oven telling 
me dinner was done. It was during dinner when Dillon actually spoke 
about the accident.

"It was my fault." He told me while he put a fork full of smashed 
potatoes into his mouth. 

"What was," I asked him.

"That I got hit by the car." He told me.

"How's it your fault?" I asked 

"I was trying to get to the bus stop, and I went through the tunnel 
I didn't stop at that stop sign at the tunnel exit." He whispered to 
his plate. I drop my fork. Bikes are not suppose to go through the 
tunnels "If I would of stopped at the sign she would not of hit me," 
He said his voice was a little odd I could tell he was trying not to 
start bawling. 

"Come mere, love." I told him. Dillon was up and in my lap before I 
could get the chair pushed back far enough from the table. His arms 
were wrapped around my neck so tight I, though he was going to cut 
off my breathing. "It's alright your fine, alive and just a little 
bump" I told him. I could feel his head shake no, and then he 
mumbled something. I pushed him back so I could look at him. "Look 
at me" I ordered it took him a few minutes to make eye contact. "Did 
you just tell me you did not have it on properly?" I asked he 
nodded; I swatted his hip hard he jumped. "We've talked about this 
before." I told him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Let 
finished dinner, and we will talk afterwards." I told him, he only 
nodded and went back to his seat. 

When we finally got the dinner done with and thing cleaned up and 
put away. Dillon and I both sat on the sofa, facing each other. I 
didn't have to say anything Dillon laid it all out. He said that 
since he was in a hurry to catch the bus and the stop was not that 
far from the mall he didn't fasten his helmet so when he got hit the 
helmet flew off. Once he was finished he looked up at me eyes red, 
swollen and wet, I handed him some tissue, so he could blow his nose 
and wipe his eyes. "Are you going to blister me?" He asked. 

"Not with a head injury," I told him, but I had to think of another 
way to punish him, so he knew I meant business. "Go to your corner," 
I told him. He let out a ragged breath but got up and went to stand 
in his little area of the room. "Don't kick the wall, pick the 
paint, or turn around." I ordered as I got up. I went into the 
kitchen and found something to drink. 

I can't ground him cause, he has to travel for his work, I just 
shook my head how was I going to punish him for this with out it 
being physical. I picked up my cell phone and went into the bed 
room. 

I headed back to the front room and turn on Dillon's computer once 
it was loaded, and I found what I was looking for. "Ok love, turn 
around and have a seat." I told him as I pulled his chair back, he 
sat, I pushed his chair toward the computer "I want you to look at 
this site, it is not going to be nice, there is a lot of bloody and 
gory, but I have my reasons" I told him. I found a site that I was 
told about a while ago where there are pictures of Bicycles, 
motorcycles vs. vehicles accidents, "The next 30 minutes you are to 
surf through this site and take notes. Then after the time is up you 
are going to write an essay about why you should obey bicycles 
safety rules." I told him. He looked up at me, I could tell he was 
not a happy camper, but he didn't say anything he let out a sigh 
turned his eyes to the screen and slid down into his chair. I sat on 
the sofa a read my book.

"Here," Dillon told me as he handed me a few papers. I took 
them "Take a shower to then we'll have ice cream" I told him. He 
left and I glanced at the essay the first sentence was "This is the 
grosses thing you have ever had me do as a punishment." After I 
read the essay I got up and went to the filing cabinet found his 
file and slid the essay into it. "Why do you save those," Dillon 
asked from the bathroom door. 

"Incase you need them for reference," I told him as I turn around, 
he was standing naked. His body hard from all the cycle riding he 
does, his cock hung Simi-hard to his left side nestled it in a fine 
patch of blondish red hair, his balls hung low and full. Dillon 
right hand came down and scratches his pubic area where a tattoo of 
a rainbow butterfly was at. The site of my lover standing like that 
made me hard instantly.

"I need you to help me," He said giving me a sly grin. `Remember no 
physical excursion' I told myself as I started to strip out of my 
clothes. "Yeah right," I said out loud as I closed the door. 

It was about two weeks later that Dillon got a check in the mail 
from the insurance company that held the policy to the young woman 
that hit him, It was not all that big of a check but it was enough 
to get him a new bike, The one he picked out has a motor on it so 
after you got going good it would start up and you would not have to 
peddle anymore. Talk about being lazy butt.

Summer Storms

Warning: All mistakes are mine please forgive me for the errors.

The thunder rumbled loudly as the lighting lit up the dark sky. Summer storms
are a normal thing for our state. I jumped when the thunder clapped and the
lighting lit up the sky again, the lights flickered off then on. 

I hate storms,always have, always will. I felt arms around my waist. I was pulled back into a strong loving hold. I felt his body rock this way and back taking me with him.

"There there my love, I'll protect you from the big bad storm." Dillon said as
his soft lips touched my cheek.

Leather

 "What's this?" Dillon asked, holding something. 

I stopped what I was doing to look at it.

"It's the leather apron that my great-grand dad used when he made horse shoes,or when he shod a horse."

"What about this?" he asked. 

`How am I supposed to box stuff for an antique sale if he keeps stopping me?' I 

thought, as I looked up, puzzled at what he held.

"A harness, I think," I told him, going over toward him for a better look.

"Too small," he said, as he examined it at eye level. 

I took it from him, and turned it this way and that way. It's made of soft calf 

leather . . . one long strip, with three small strips . . . one on each end and 

one in the middle;little buckles were on the end of them, with fine delicate gold stitching  and the word MINE stamped on the main strip. 

Dillon's gaze was on me as I glanced back at him.

"Ewwwwwwwwww, gross, I'm not touching that," he stated, going back to his box.

I smiled to myself, `Oh yes you will.' I thought, and shoved it in my pocket.                                                                    

Let Them Eat Pie

                                                                     
                                                                     
                                                              

"What are you eating," I asked as I flopped down beside him on the sofa. 

Dillon just looked at me and went to shove a spoonful into his mouth; I intercepted the spoon and shoved it into my mouth. 

"Cool whip?" I said once I pulled the spoon out of my mouth and dipped it 
back into the bowl for another bite. Dillon was unfazed about my action 
and grabbed the spoon out of is cup and took another bite.

"Well yeah doofus you thought it was yams," He said pulling the bowl 
back to him.

"Why not put it on pie," I asked as we continued to eat the white fluffy stuff.

"Don't want pie." He said

"What about the guys." I asked taking another bite.

Dillon shrugged his shoulders and pulled the spoon out of his mouth. 
"Let them eat pie." Scrapping the side of the bowl.

The Lesson

"You're kidding me right?" I asked him as I help him up off the ground.

"No I am not kidding you," Gary said as he stood up. He then bent over to dust off his pants.

I couldn't help it I dusted off the back of his jeans a little harder then I was supposed to but oh it felt so good.

"Hey, a little hard don't you think?" he said standing up quickly.

"No, you should have told me you didn't know how, before we started," I said as he turned to face me.

"You lived in California. Did you learn to surf?" Gary asked with his arms across his chest.

I was doing my best not to laugh. "Yes," I told him, trying not to smile.

Gary just rolled his eyes at me and bent down to pick up the object he fell off of. "Come on.  If I'm going to learn how, we better get started.”

"Umm love, do you think they make training wheels for adults’ bikes?" I asked, dodging the swats.

Picnic

"See I told you would enjoy yourself." Gary said as I laid my head on his legs.

"Company picnics are not my thing" I told him. I turned my head just a little so that when I breathed I could smell his sent, and my hot breath hit his crotch making him grow hard.

We stayed that way for a long moment then Gary moved his legs a little. "Come on brat, let's go for a walk," he told me as he went to get up. "Over there now," he said pointing to a bathroom off in the distance.

Rainbow Pride

"It's not my fault," I heard twin whines coming from the corners of the living room. One was my co-worker David, and the other was my own sweet brat.

Allen just shook his head and I rolled my eyes looking at the ceiling.

"Then whose fault is it? Both of you rode your bikes down Main Street during the parade with your bodies painted as a rainbow and with your goodies showing." Allen asked through clenched teeth.

I've seen him upset, but not like this.

Both young men looked at each other. "The painters fault!" they both said in unison.

Chillaxing

David, Dillon with their Tops.

Warning. All mistakes are mine.

"What are you doing?" David asked.

"Chillaxing" I told him, licking my ice-cream cone.

"Aren't you suppose to do that in your room?" he asked, giving me an evil grin.

"To chill and to relax at the same time is Chillaxing," I told him. 

He just shook his head and sat down next to me in the kiddy pool.

"What are you two doing?" Allen asked. I looked over at David.

"We're chillaxing." we both said licking our cones.

Flashing In The Snow

I stood quietly in my corner. `Of course it's my corner,' I thought as I picked at the paint. `It's not like he stands here to think.' I let out a heavy sigh, and took a chance peeking over my shoulder when I heard the door shut and the click of the lock. I saw an irritated Gary, which was not good, for me at least. He bent down and unplugged the extension cord I had running out the window and up to the roof of our apartment.

"Eyes foreword. Stop picking at the paint," Gary ordered as he walked into the kitchen. I heard the refrigerator door open then shut, the clink of ice hitting a glass, and of something being poured. "Awwww," Gary sighed.

`Oh God, a stiff drink. I really screwed up at this time,' I thought laying my head on the wall. I heard Gary come back into the living room, and the sound him sitting and pushing back on the recliner. "Come here love," Gary called to me.

I didn't hesitate; I turned quickly and went to the man I loved.

Gary held out one hand to me, and patted his lap with the other.

I sat and snuggled deep into the arms of my lover, laying my head on his strong shoulder and toying with the button on his shirt.

Gary bent his head and kissed my forehead. "Can you tell me why, love?" he asked, while he played with my hair.

"It's not like I didn't have permission to decorate for the holidays. I asked the manager if I could put stuff up on the roof, and he said he didn't have problem with it," I presented my case.

In return I got a sharp slap on the thigh.

"Okay, so I bought a Mrs. Santa that flashes her breasts, and a Santa that moons people. It was supposed to be for the police chopper. I didn't know people could see it from the street." I told him.

I knew I was no longer in trouble when I felt Gary's chest shake with laughter.

Happy Holidays From Gary and Dillon.