After waking up JUST A LITTLE awkwardly this morning, Peter had finally managed to get back into his room.  And was never, ever, ever leaving it again.

Locking his key in his room?  Check.  Trying to pick up tricks on the street?  Check.  Hitting on every person that moved? Check.  Making out with most of them?  Check.  More than making out with ( Read more... )

The two rentboys had run as fast as they could away from those strange monsters in the apartment.  They both aimed for the dorms, not knowing if they were being chased and not wanting to find out by being caught.  Peter was still out of breath when he nudged Street to open the keypad lock quickly and get them inside.

Once inside the room, with the ( Read more... )

Peter stretched languorously out on the bed, scowling when his hand touched the wall much sooner than he anticipated.  He cracked open his eyes, feeling the after-effects of too much champagne and...assorted other bad for you substances and activities.

"Where the fuck is he?" Peter growled as he sat up to look around.  "He promised me a damn shoot ( Read more... )