Chapter 13 PERCY “Breathe,” Butch reminds me in that deep, encouraging voice of his. “I know it’s a lot, but you can do it. Bear down and keep breathing.” My body quakes and I can feel the beads of sweat forming,...
Chapter 6 PERCY Thank god for the fall chill in the air, cooling the sweat on my skin immediately as I step out of Crossing Swords with my heart pounding and my cock hard. It’s not very often I feel glad that my dick is so small,...
Chapter 11 PERCY I’d love to blame my tossing and turning on the hard ground or that the hot dogs Butch helped me cook over the fire for dinner just aren’t sitting right, but I can’t lie to myself that the real reason I’m staring up at the dark nylon ceiling of my tent,...
PERCY There are dozens of queer bars within walking distance of our apartment— which was one of the main selling points when we were deciding on a place, but Juno picks Crossing Swords tonight for their “Theydies Night’ special. And since I can plant my sore ass at the bar and drink on Juno’s tab...
Chapter 9 PERCY “I should text him and tell him something came up and I can’t come.” I gaze into the depths of my half-packed duffle bag and gnaw on my bottom lip, worrying a little spot of peeling skin until I taste blood....