We Hit 69. A sacred position. A filthy milestone.
Sixty-nine paid subscribers.
And I see you… every one of you who said yes with your wallet, not just your hands.
So, I wrote something for you.
“69”
A new XXX & Bone story.
A navy tale, an overnight jaunt to Townsville, and an opportunity to let go.
It’s about what happens when you stop pretending you’re just there for the beer.
Thank you for being here. For reading. For tethering yourself to my words.
Here’s to hitting 100.
But first… get on your knees and enjoy this one.
~ Rowan
He didn’t speak much… but he did fuck Rowan speechless.
In this upside-down confessional from the XXX & Bone archives, Rowan Thornwell recalls one devastating night with a Navy mate in a humid Townsville motel: one bed, no questions, and a thick cock that knew exactly where to go. From shower steam to mattress ruin, this is a tale of silence, stamina, and being used so right it rewires your spine.
Have you ever let a man fuck your mouth just so you didn’t have to talk?
That was Townsville.
Hot, sticky, loud with cicadas. One bed. Two ex-Navy blokes, half a bottle of Bundy rum, and something sharp in the air neither of us wanted to name.
I wasn’t supposed to stay the night. Just a meet-up. Catch-up beers. Old stories, new lies. Shake hands, say cheers, forget about it by Monday.
But then the last ferry stopped running. Then the pub shut. Then the motel up the road, the only one in town without pubes in the sheets, had just one room left.
Twin beds?
Nope.
Queen.
And Mick, well. Mick was always the type to say nothing and still win the room.
