Just some guys talking about the dreaded: Friendzone? — Author’s note: This is a work of fiction, not to be taken seriously or offensive. “A bit off there aren’t you?” Silas said as I fired my bow. “Yeah,” I said as I took a look at it. “Just got a new one, working out the kinks.” Silas aimed at…

A dinner invitation turns out to be a lot more than he expected. — “Isaac!” Trevor said as the door to his large house opened. “Glad you can make it!” “I brought something,” I smiled as my boss let me inside. “Nice,” Trevor said as he looked at the bottle of wine I had brought. “Everybody is in the living room,” Trevor smiled. I…

She came over after her grandson’s soccer game for some overtime fun. — Authors Note: These events happen after the stories: The Start, then Introductions are Made. While it could be read independently, it makes more sense to read them in order. I settled down to binge-watch one of my television shows, but the doorbell rang just as the intro ended. “Who could…

The fallout has begun. What about Chris? What is he feeling after their betrayal? Or did he betray them? — Chris sat on the floor just outside the door of his new job. He flicked the cigarette he had just finished into the far corner of the parking lot, took a deep breath, and returned inside. The mailroom was as busy as he had left it. “Finally, back from your…

What happens next? After everything that has happened? What should they do? It was moments to ten when I finally decided on a black shirt that was very tight. I wasn’t one of those guys putting those shirts on and had their stomachs out. I looked good excellent in tight…

He goes in for a quick cut and a shave but gets a lot more out of it. — “So, he just came in last night and expected it, right there in the living room,” Sally said as her hands went through my hair. “Of course he did,” Debra replied. Sally’s hands massaged the shampoo through my hair, and I felt the warm water rinse it all out. Then…

Chapter Six: The Horns “What are you going to do on your day off?” Chelsea asked as I came downstairs. “Nothing really,” I said as I sat on the couch. “Do you need me to leave?” “No, why?” Chelsea asked, sitting on the other end of the couch. “Thought you…

Chapter Five: The Dinner Date Things around the house went from good to worse or better in some cases. Chelsea went from wearing her usual pants or sun dresses to short shorts and short skirts. Showing off her thick legs, cellulite and all. My gym friends called those types of…

Chapter Four: Change of Heart Well, that happened. For weeks I couldn’t get that image of Chelsea being nailed by that black guy with the giant dick. It plagued me in my sleep and at work. I couldn’t get it out of my head. Even at work, the thought of…