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Glory Boy – part 2

This entry is part 1 of 3 in the series Glory Boy

Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.

Enough people asked me what happened next that I got curious myself. So here’s Eric and Bobby, after the fireworks…

Pairing: m/m

NOT SAFE FOR WORK

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Be safe, sweetheart. Call us tomorrow if you’re staying out.”

“Okay, mom.” Eric flipped his cell phone shut.

“That’s it?”

Eric looked over at Bobby, who’d glanced at him from the driver’s seat. “What?”

“You just call and say you’re staying out all night?”

Eric laughed, sitting back in the passenger seat of Bobby’s Mustang GT. “My parents like to think of themselves as very progressive. As long as I call in every once and awhile, I can pretty much do what I want.” Continue reading Glory Boy – part 2

Glory Boy – Part 1

This entry is part 2 of 3 in the series Glory Boy

This story was originally posted back in 2008 at Fiction with Friction as part of our Independence Day week of short fiction. It’s number one of a series of three.

Pairing: m/m

Edited a bit recently. NOT SAFE FOR WORK

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© 2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“Oh good. The glory boy is home.” Eric rolled his eyes. “My life is complete.”

Nancy turned her head to look in the same direction “Where?”

Switching his weight to his other elbow, he lifted his arm from the wooden railing and pointed toward the gazebo. “Over there, talking to Mr. Wilson.”

She tilted her head down to look over her sunglasses. “Oh yeah. Man, he’s still hot.”

Eric replaced his elbow on the railing and sunk his chin back on his palm. “Yes. He is.”

She chuckled. “Too bad he’s not gay, huh?” Continue reading Glory Boy – Part 1

Favorite Chair

 

Favorite Chair for Pink Chair DiariesAnother story was first posted at Pink Chair Diaries.Again, the rule was just that I needed to feature a bright pink blow up plastic chair with a dildo fastened in the middle of the seat.

PCD is down as I write this and while I’m sure they’ll get back up and running, in the meantime, here’s Patrick and Linnie.

WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

“There you are!”

Patrick looked up from the toolbox, distracted from his search for his favorite socket wrench. There, in the open front of his workshop stood Linnie, his insane next-door neighbor. Okay, maybe she wasn’t insane, but she was one of those people who wasn’t far from it. She sure was pretty to look at, though, especially when, as currently, she was wearing tight little cut-off shorts and one of those stretchy, shiny tank tops in vivid orange. The tank hugged her gorgeous little breasts just perfectly and the cheerleader legs extending from those shorts had starred in more than one of his late night fantasies.

Tossing back her loose wealth of nearly crimson curls, she hurried toward him, her flip-flops slapping on the cement floor. Her little hands reached out to grab his arm, heedless of the sawdust that coated the hair on his arm. “I need your help.” Her big green eyes were wide with concern.

Unthinking, he grabbed her elbow. “What’s wrong?”

She tugged his arm. “Come with me.” Continue reading Favorite Chair

Wanna Watch

This story was the first posted at Pink Chair Diaries.The rules for the stories was just that they needed to feature a bright pink blow up plastic chair with a dildo fastened in the middle of the seat.

PCD is down as I write this and while I’m sure they’ll get back up and running, in the meantime, here’s Ryan and Jason.

WARNING: NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

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©2004 (2007?) Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Jason froze just inside of the doorway. What the hell?

The door clicked shut behind him.

Ahead of him, Ryan entered the narrow room and tossed his backpack onto the bed against the wall on the right. He spun to sit heavily next to it, immediately turning to open the mini-refrigerator that doubled as a nightstand. He took out a Coke. “You want one? Hey, what’s wrong?”

Jason blinked at him, then blinked back at… it. “What’s that?”

Ryan glanced at the thing sitting between the bed and the desk, then grinned. “A chair.”

“It’s pink.”

Ryan opened the can. “Yeah.”

“It’s got a…” Jason swallowed. “Is that what I think it is?”

“You mean the dildo? Yeah.” He took a drink. Continue reading Wanna Watch

Nera and the Prince – 7

This entry is part 7 of 7 in the series Nera and the Prince

Poor Nera. Quite a status she’s been given, but has the sharif made her life better or worse?

WARNING: graphic sex, lighter non-con and a little bit of m/m

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Ryun led the way back to his rooms, Aiden following with Nera bundled underneath his arm. No one spoke and Nera suspected Ryun’s angry presence was what cut a swath through the people in the corridors.

Miyn was there when they entered but wisely stayed silent and melted aside as Ryun stormed through the door. As he angrily yanked off his jerkin and boots, Aiden led Nera to sit on the wide bed. Aiden remained quiet and wouldn’t meet her gaze as he slid the cloak from her shoulders. He did reach up to smooth her loose hair and gave her a small, sympathetic pat on the shoulder as he rose and turned to face his master.

“Why wasn’t she branded?” In an explosion of movement, Ryun grabbed Miyn by the neck and slammed her against the wall. Continue reading Nera and the Prince – 7