Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #6(1.5)

 Happy Hump Day, one and all! The week is half done, the weekend is coming, so it's time to read a little flash fiction by your favorite flashers, the Wednesday Briefers!

Last week, in Don't Look Back, we learned a little bit about the small town in which Marshall and Lee live. Today, we'll see more loving from the guys, so I hope you're ready for that! Then don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #6 by Julie Lynn Hayes

“Feeling restless?”

Marshall never turned as Lee came up behind him. He gazed through the screen door, his focus on nothing in particular. A recent rain had dropped the temperature to more bearable levels, and the cooling breeze that blowing into the house was a welcome visitor. Thirsty birds dipped their beaks in the water-filled bowl of the concrete bird bath; turtles rimmed the edge with stony gaze and dragonflies circled the pedestal. A rabbit shot across the grass, his companion haring after him; both were quickly lost to view.

“Mmm, what makes you think so?”

Marshall felt Lee press against him, his hands flat against Marshall’s hips, his head resting on Marshall’s shoulder familiarly.

“Maybe ‘cause I know you? And maybe ‘cause I been watching you prowl around the house for onto a half hour now. You sit at your desk, then you get up. You go into the kitchen, then you come back. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve got a case of cabin fever going on.”

“Cabin fever?” Marshall turned his head slightly to meet Lee’s deep blue gaze. “Isn’t that what people get when they’re shut up for long periods of time with nothing to do? I’m not exactly a shut-in here, you know.”

“I know that.” Lee’s voice was low and well-modulated, and Marshall loved its every cadence. When Lee pitched it just right, shivers slid through Marshall’s body in rapid succession. Just listening to Lee often turned Marshall on.

Today was no exception.

“And I have plenty to do. We have plenty to do.”

“That we do,” Lee agreed. His palms rubbed lightly over Marshall’s hips. “But sometimes it’s nice to get out and about.”

“We just went to Milly’s for dinner last night,” Marshall pointed out. “Doesn’t that count?”

“There’s getting out and there’s getting out.”

Marshall couldn’t argue with that. And just maybe he had been pacing a bit, whether he meant to or not. Sitting still seemed to be getting on his nerves. But then so was moving sometimes.

“What’d you have in mind?” Marshall knew Lee well enough to know he wasn’t prone to making idle conversation. Not that they didn’t talk, mind you, they did. But Marshall could tell the difference between chitchat and communication, and Lee didn’t do chitchat.

“I dunno, what sounds good to you?” Lee countered, and something in the timber of his voice reached inside of Marshall and arrowed straight to his cock. Decision made.

He pushed back against Lee, grinding his ass against Lee’s crotch, a soft moan welling in his throat. “You do,” he murmured in heartfelt tones. “I’m hungry for you. I want to taste you. I want to lick and suck you until you come. And then I want to swallow every last bit of you.”

“And do you think you’ve earned that?”

“I do,” Marshall maintained. “I finished that program you asked me about, for that company out in California.” Marshall continued to gyrate his backside against Lee like a needy cat. He closed his eyes and inhaled Lee’s scent—masculine and earthy, familiar and sensual. Lee didn’t need cologne to make him smell good. Mother Nature had done that for him all by herself.

“And I’m ahead on everything else,” Marshall finished. Although Lee generally initiated their lovemaking, he didn’t discourage Marshall from making the first move himself when he was inclined to do so. Lee might keep Marshall on a leash, so to speak, but it was definitely a consensual arrangement, with a certain latitude on both their parts.

“Sounds like you’ve done well, boy.”

Marshall could read between the lines. Lee had neither blown him off nor said no. Lee’s next words only confirmed that.

“No time like the present.”

Lee moved his hips against Marshall, their movements meshing in exquisite synchronicity. Marshall could feel Lee’s steely hardness, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

“Right here?” Marshall asked. It didn’t matter to him that they were standing before an open screen door, in full view of any passerby. This was their little kingdom. None of their neighbors would think of trespassing, and they knew it.  The chance of outsiders was slim to none. This wouldn’t be the first time they’d dared to exhibit their voyeuristic side.

“Right here.”

Lee spun Marshall about in one quick movement, his hands cupping Marshall’s ass, kneading it through the stiff denim even as he pulled him closer. His mouth crashed down on Marshall’s, and for a long moment nothing more was said.

Lee pulled away first, his breathing more shallow and rapid than when they’d first begun. “Show me what you can do, boy,” he commanded in a lust-laden voice with all the smokiness of fine Kentucky bourbon.

Marshall tossed his head back as he slid to his knees. His long auburn hair cascaded down his back, away from his face and out of harm’s way. He raised his face to Lee’s once more, memorizing every facet, every plane, every nuance of Lee’s features, before turning his attention to the matters at hand.

He reverently undid Lee’s large silver buckle, bound up with so many memories, from his youth and up. He loosened it enough to access the button beneath, and slipped it through its opening. Then he carefully pulled down the zipper, not rushing, in joyful anticipation of what he was about to receive.

Lee was hard already, and getting harder. Marshall gently eased Lee’s cock into his waiting hands, closing them about it as if in prayer. He placed a reverent kiss on the tip, and then another.

So very good.

“Did you want to sit for this?” He directed the question up at Lee.

“Do you think I’m too old to stand, boy?”

Marshall smothered a smile as he sucked Lee’s dick in his mouth, making a reply impossible. Of course he didn’t think that, he just wanted to get the old man’s blood flowing real good.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Saturday is Horror Day #217 - The Changeling (1980)

 The Changeling (1980)

Composter John Russell (George C. Scott) loses his wife and daughter in a horrible accident that leaves him devastated. Several months later, his concerned friends urge him to get away so he rents an old mansion near Seattle, owned by a Mrs. Norman (Madeleine Sherwood). Her daughter Claire (Trish Van Devere) helped him to get the mansion, and she is very helpful in aiding him to settle into the huge mansion. The house seems like a great place for him to resume his composing. But he quickly discovers that he is not alone in the house. As he grows closer to Claire, together they seek to find the answers to the secrets of the house - and the powerful man who is guarding them.

I remember when this movie came out, but I never made an effort to watch it until yesterday, not sure why, but I should have. The film was directed by Peter Medak, who also directed movies such as The Ruling Class and Romeo is Bleeding, as well as episodes of Hannibal and House. The Changeling was beautifully directed and filmed. George C. Scott was already a well-known and very talented actor, but I hadn't seen one of his films in years, so it was almost like watching him for the first time. Trish Van Devere, who plays Claire, was Scott's fifth wife. They were married in 1972 and remained married until his death in 1999.

Among the rest of the cast, veteran actor Melvyn Douglas plays a senator whose family once owned the mansion, Jean Marsh plays the ill-fated wife, Barry Morse is a parapsychologist, and John Colicos a detective. If you're old enough you might remember Madeleine Sherwood from the TV series The Flying Nun - she played the head of the convent where Sally Field was a nun.

A haunting musical score lends atmosphere to this lovely film. The heartbreak of the present helps to solve the sins of the past. This is a great example of a haunted house film, one that I highly recommend. I'll give this film 4.5 Stars.

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #5(1.4)

 Another Wednesday means more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of writers who enjoy writing flash fiction. The challenge is to write between 500 and 1000 words and to use one of the prompts given to the group. Some people find this hard to do, but for the rest of it, it's fun! So join us while we have some fun, and I hope you like our flash fiction!

Last week, Marshall and Lee had a rather steamy scene, so let's cool down a bit this week with a little bit of information about where they live and such. Don't worry, more sex is ahead, I promise! Warning: This story is for mature audiences only and contains adult themes that some people might find disturbing. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale. Enjoy!

Don't Look Back #5(1.4)

Burnham, Texas wasn’t much to look at, at least not from an outsider’s perspective. It wasn’t exactly located on the road to anywhere, and it held no locations of cultural or other kind of interest that might draw a tourist’s attention. No gourmet restaurants, no museums. Not even a single famous grave.

The entire population of the community hovered somewhere right around the hundred person mark, living in convenient proximity to one another. There was a small business district, if you wanted to call it that, consisting of a diner, a gas station that also rented videos, a small grocery store, and a hair salon that cared for the tonsorial needs of all—men and women alike.

Most of the residents worked outside of Burnham in nearby Tucker Falls, which boasted a population of almost ten thousand people, and offered way more than Burnham ever could in the way of nightlife. Whatever your pleasure might be, you could find it there somewhere. Some of it less out in the open than others.

Burnham also had a resident sheriff but not a jail. The budget only stretched so far, and everyone figured having a sheriff was a good thing, no need to house the criminal element too. Besides, the office was a fairly recent development. Prior to the arrival of Roy Landry some seven years before, they’d done without, and suffered at the hands of unruly teens and thrill-seeking miscreants who got lost heading down to Mexico and ended up in Burnham instead.

Roy Landry put an end to all that nonsense. Before he’d even taken office, he put his foot down, all over the lawbreakers that dared to trespass on his territory. Word quickly spread that this guy was no one to mess with, and life in Burnham turned right peaceable, and the people were quick to show their appreciation with an offer of employment and a house to call his own. Roy accepted both.

Marshall and Lee lived on the outskirts of Burnham, in what was once a working farmhouse. Originally white, the exterior had weathered down to bare wood, and the barn had fallen down long ago, the unused fields filled with wildflowers and snakes instead of crops. But it was home, their home. It also housed their business—LMC Industries. The name was an amalgamation of their first names, Lee and Marshall, along with their surname of Clinton.

Lee had early on discovered an affinity for computer repair. He could fix any system that was ever made. No matter what condition he got it in, he could put it together as good as new. And he could assemble brand new components to any specification that was called for. Marshall took after him, except his specialty was software and programming. Together, they were an unbeatable combination. Lee did the warranty repair for several large computer companies. They sent him their more hopeless cases and he made them right. Marshall created games that were the delight of hard-core gamers across the country, as well as less fun applications in various fields. He loved the freedom it gave them to be able to work at home, together.

Life was good.

Marshall’s computer had been built by Lee, and had everything he could possibly want—fastest co-processors, largest RAM, and most incredible graphics, which was essential for the games he created, which tended to be graphic intense. Two 30” flat screen monitors sat side by side on his desk. Lee had a long state of the art work bench, with a multitude of drawers, that sat in the same room. They spent hours together, working in companionable silence, content not to speak.

They never actually saw any of the customers they serviced. Drop-offs and pick-ups were handled through delivery services, and it wasn’t unusual for them to receive multiple deliveries in a single day.  They only had a couple of “immediate” neighbors—immediate being a relative term—Joe Garcia, the retired postman, a widower whose land abutted theirs  to the east, and the Fergusons, Craig and Sarah, the childless married couple who owned the house across the road. Lee and Marshall were on good terms with both neighbors. On occasions when they weren’t home, their neighbors would sign for any packages and hold them for the pair.

Night life in Burnham was pretty well non-existent. There was no central gathering area, unless you counted the diner—Milly’s Place—and people did meet there, but that was mostly for eating purposes. Folks met socially in one another’s homes to watch football, in season, arguing the merits of their favorite teams. There were a fair number of Cowboy fans in Burnham, but there were a few who rooted for the Broncos. Led to rather lively discussions at times, and an occasional fistfight. Card games were not uncommon—mostly poker, but some folks were into bridge or canasta.

For anything more than that, the residents drove the distance to Tucker Falls. Marshall and Lee were among that number. There was a certain club where they would go to unwind, called Partners, and it catered to a particular sort of clientele—mostly men. The music was largely County-Western, but not exclusively so. There were over fifty types of cold beer to choose from, a decent-sized dance floor, plenty of tables of varying sizes to fit every social need, and assorted games from darts to table bowling to fussball.

At Partners, Marshall and Lee could relax together and cut loose—dance, drink, hang out with other men. No one to censure or pass judgment. They were accepted at face value for who they were.

On those rare occasions when even Tucker Falls couldn’t satisfy a particular itch, they’d close the shop for a couple of days and head up to San Antonio. That served a double purpose—besides being able to unwind, they could search some of the electronics wholesalers for spare parts. You never knew what you might find at a good price.

to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb

Saturday is Horror Day #216 - A Haunting in Connecticut 2: Ghosts of Georgia

 A Haunting in Connecticut 2

Lisa and Andy Wyrick (Abigail Spencer and Chad Michael Murray) and their daughter Heidi (Emily Alyn Lind) move into an historic house in Georgia.  From the beginning, something feels off about the house... as if someone else is there. Heidi talks about her new friend, Mr. Gordy, who is apparently an older man. Lisa is alarmed until she realizes that Mr. Gordy is an imaginary friend. Lisa's free-spirited siter Joyce (Katee Sackhoff) joins them, living in a trailer that sits next to the house. From the beginning, she believes there are ghosts in the house, restless spirits who are trying to contact them. Lisa thinks that is so much nonsense. But when strange things start to happen, she begins to question her own sanity, and wonders if her sister may be right/

While this sounds like it's a sequel to A Haunting in Connecticut, it isn't. The title was thrown on to capitalize on the first film. Seriously, a movie that takes place in Georgia as a sequel to one that took place in Connecticut with no connection whatsoever?  I'm afraid it goes downhill from there - I know, low bar. The film is based on a true story of the Wyrick family, who claim the women in the family are all natural mediums. While I think there is an interesting story here, involving ghosts and the sins of the past,, I think the writers and the producers failed to capture it. The story was confusing and disjointed, in my opinion, and asks the viewer to suspend an awful lot of disbelief. It also relies a lot on jump scares, which is a rather cheap trick.

The acting is so-so, and the most memorable character, in my opinion, is Mr. Gordy, the so-called imaginary friend. To be honest, I almost turned it off somewhere in the beginning, but decided to finish it anyway. The ending was.... well, just see for yourself if you are really interested. If you pass on it, you won't have missed anything. I'll give this film 1.5 Stars.

Book Review: One Piece, Vol 23: VIvi's Adventure by Eiichiro Oda

 

One Piece, Vol 23: Vivi’s Adventure      

Author: Eiichiro Oda

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: December 1, 2009

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Action Adventure/232 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

 

Just when they think they have disabled the bomb that threatens the people of Alubarna, things get worse. Turns out it has a built-in fallback position in the form of a timer! Now Luffy et al have to scramble to try to overcome this new obstacle. It doesn’t help that the Marines are there and so is Baroque Works. And Crocodile, of course. And the rebels. That’s a lot between them and victory!

Once the danger from the bomb has been handled, there are new questions – such as how can the Straw Hat pirates get past the Marines and sail away? And will Princess Vivi sail with them, as she has been invited by Luffy to join the crew.

This volume sees the end of the Alabasta arc, time to move on. It’s a very satisfying ending, and we can see clues as to what is coming. I am sure we have not seen the last of the Marines – esp Captain Smoker and Tashigi. A blast from the past appears having assumed a new role – you’ll never guess who! And the scene in the bath is hilarious! I’m ready to move on with Luffy and the others. Great volume!

Book Review: One Piece, Vol 22: Hope!! by Eiichiro Oda

 

One Piece, Vol 22: Hope!!      

Author: Eiichiro Oda

Publisher: Viz Media

American release date: October 6, 2009

Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/Manga/Action Adventure/216 pages

Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

 

As Princess Vivi faces down Crocodile, who has taken possession of the Palace, the Kicking Claw Force arrives! Dedicated to the kingdom, they will do whatever it takes to defeat him!  Meanwhile, Zolo’s battle is done and he has emerged victorious! Sanji is pushing forward himself, along with Chopper and a heavily bandaged Usopp riding on a camel.

Another country has now been heard from in the form of Koza, the rebel leader. Vivi doesn’t want news of the impending explosion to get out, knowing it will only serve to cause chaos. Listening to Vivi’s impassioned plea, Koza tells the rebels not to fight and shed more blood. But his efforts are met with unexpected results.

Just when all seems lost, who should arrive on the scene, to Crocodile’s amazement, but none other than Luffy himself! You just can’t keep a good man down! Crocodile maintains that Luffy will never beat him, he is far out of the boy’s league, he is one of the seven warlords of the sea. Luffy replies, “If you’re one of the seven warlords of the sea, then I am the eighth warlord of the sea!” Brave words but can he back them up?

As Luffy and Crocodile battle, Ms. All Sunday, aka Nico Robin tells Cobra he’s going to miss the rest of the fight, and to take her to the ponegliff…. Now!

The tension rises!  A bomb is set to go off and destroy the square and kill a lot of people – but no one knows where it is! One way or another, it seems as though people will die – can Luffy and his crew prevent this from happening!  Onward to the next volume!

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #4(1.3)

 Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

In my new story, Don't Look Back, we've met Marshall and Lee, and seen the games they like to play. Things heat up this week! Warning - this story is intended for mature audiences only and may contain themes that some people might find disturbing. I hope you enjoy it, I plan to post it for quite a while :)

Don't Look Back: #4 by Julie Lynn Hayes

Marshall’s entire body was tense, not with apprehension, but anticipation.  He was hard put not to shake his ass, the urge to do so strong inside of him. At times like this, when he and Lee came together out in the open, in the freedom that only the great outdoors can provide, Marshall thought of himself as a wild animal. Untamed and untamable, except by Lee. He was the cub to Lee’s bear. A walking, talking piece of Lee’s heart, a part that could never be torn asunder.

Even if some had tried.

Slap!

The hand came down again, only half expected. Lee wasn’t predictable, and Marshall loved that about him. His cheek stung, the burn stealing through him like wildfire. A throaty moan issued from deep inside of him. One that could easily be released in a howl.

Marshall fairly vibrated now. He dared to shift his position, move his knees apart just a little more, knowing how enticing his bud would be to Lee. Like honey to a bear...

Much as Marshall loved Lee’s tongue delving inside of him, he loved Lee’s cock that much more. And he hungered for it on a constant basis. There was never such a thing as enough, much less too much, of Lee.

He watched Lee drop to his knees behind him, felt Lee’s hands upon Marshall’s hips.  He pressed up against him, and Marshall felt Lee’s cock slide between his cheeks.

Goddamn, he’s a fucking tease.

Lee was seriously winding him up now, driving Marshall to the brink of endurance, testing his obedience and submission. No matter what he did, Marshall was for goddamn sure going to hold himself in check, until he received permission to do otherwise.

Lee’s cock was slick with lube and pre-cum. He watched Lee stroke himself, his gaze never leaving Marshall’s face. “Tell me how bad you want this, boy.”

“I want it bad, Sir. I want it very bad.”

A smile curled the corner of Lee’s lips. Marshall thought Lee had the best smile in the world.

“You want me to fuck you stupid?”

“I want you to fuck me dumb and dumber, Sir,” Marshall replied in lust-laden tones. “Fuck me into next week, next month, next year...”

“Why don’t we start with right now?”

Marshall felt Lee’s cock poised at his opening, and he dropped his head, his hair falling across his face, as Lee breached him. In one swift move, he was inside. Marshall caught his breath in appreciation.

Goddamn that’s good.

It didn’t matter how often they fucked. Where, or in what position. This never changed—the first moment just after Lee entered him. When they truly became one. Two parts of a whole, joined once more, for this moment in time.

Their union might not be recognized by the government, or by the state in which they lived, or even by society as a whole. And maybe there were ramifications to their relationship that an outsider would never understand or condone. It didn’t matter. They understood, and that was good enough for Marshall.

Marshall felt Lee pull back, his channel emptying of Lee’s familiar warmth. He knew it would only be for a moment, and sure enough, Lee slammed inside of him again. He liked to give it rough, sometimes, and Marshall was just as eager to take it that way. Hot and hard. Fast and furious. Like wild animals.

As Lee thrust inside of him, Marshall pushed back. Their skin slapped together wetly, and the vibrations radiated outward, consuming Marshall in their intensity, wave after wave of pleasure that threatened to break, like waves upon a shore. He dug his hands into the grass, determined not to come. Not yet.

“Fuck, your ass is hot,” Lee moaned. “Sweet and tight. So tight.”

Marshall clenched his muscles about Lee’s cock, knowing damn good and well that would drive Lee crazy. And it did.

“Holy Jesus fuck,” Lee swore. “Goddamn, boy, you tryin’ to kill me?”

“No, Sir. I’m not trying to fuck you to death, Sir.” Well, not literally.

Lee shifted his own position, leaning over Marshall’s back, changing the angle of his attack. And now he was able to peg a certain bundle of nerves, and Marshall yelped in sheer ecstasy. Again, and again, in dizzying succession—Marshall lost count. His own dick was puddling the ground beneath him into a wet mess.

Marshall felt Lee’s lips trailing along his spine. He felt Lee’s hand as it snaked beneath him, taking hold of Marshall’s wet cock.

Oh yeah, fist me. Hard.

Without warning, Lee jerked into an upright position, pulling Marshall with him, their torsos aligned as Lee continued to thrust inside of him, in shorter strokes now, even as he pumped Marshall’s cock.

Marshall turned his head toward Lee, their lips meeting in a pulse-pounding heart-stopping kiss that threatened to incinerate them both. Marshall’s cock ached with the need to come, but he held on to it tightly.

And then Lee pronounced the magic words.

“Come for me, boy.”

And Marshall did, releasing hard into Lee’s familiar touch even as he wordlessly screamed and his body pulsed.

Harder, harder...

One hand gripping Marshall’s shoulder tightly, Lee began to shudder and moan, then came hard inside of him, filling Marshall as he released.

Lee leaned against Marshall, spent.  Their sweaty, cum-soaked skin glued their bodies together in a sticky bond. Marshall knew they couldn’t maintain this position forever. But while it lasted, it was pure nirvana.

They finally collapsed together onto the flower-drenched grass, Lee on top of Marshall. He loved how they smelled together, right after sex. Loved how they felt, inside and out. Their kisses were more languid now, less rushed. More content.

But all good things come to an end.

“You know we have work to do.” Lee made no move to rise.

“Mmmhmmm. We do.”

Hold me just a little longer, Lee. Like when I was a kid.

And Lee did.

 to be continued

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Cia Nordwell

J Ray Lamb