The airplane lazily cuts through the cloudy, gray sky like a bored knife through warm butter. The air is wet and cold. Windy. Inside the plane, the tacky orange carpet screams of gaudy 1960's. The bright, orange seats were plump and cushy. And the place had much more in common with a small 1960's party room/sitting room, than an airplane. The stewardess walk...
HEAVENLY INTERVENTION TURNS DUDE GAY There is an outcropping of stone and cement just outside my parent's swimming pool that separates the street, which lies fourteen feet below, from the green security fence. I've live here for 12 years since my Dad bought the place and I'd never seen anything like what happened that morning. It changed my life forever. I...
I was panting and straining and Grady was whispering to me, "Stay with it; you can take it. You are taking it. Doesn't that make you want to shoot higher than ever before?" He was crouched between my spread legs, holding one up and away from our bodies, my other leg running up his torso, the ankle hooked on his shoulder. His forehead was plastered to mine,...
Bob was about 45 years old when Irma had left him. Now 55, Bob felt he had been a good husband: He had no secret life, and never cheated on Irma with another woman. Nevertheless, Bob had made the supreme mistake of sharing the truth of his secret desires with Irma: He told her how he was aroused by her body, but yes, also by men's bodies as well. Bob told he...
I couldn't resist Michael Dabney's proposition in the Checkers Lounge at the LA Hilton Checkers hotel during the Entertainment Industry Advertisers' Association convention—well either of his propositions, really. I'd never done it with a black man before, and that had become somewhat of a special fantasy of mine. I was attending the EIAA convention, because...
Let's get one thing straight from the beginning. I'm not gay. I don't have any trouble accepting gays but I'm not one myself. I thought I'd mention that right now so you don't get the wrong idea about me. My mates who are gay say that I'm gay-friendly. Whatever the fuck that means. Are they saying I'm gay friendly like some web sites are AoL friendly. Or are...
It had just been a kiss and a grope in the underground garage of the American embassy in Brussels. I'd pulled away from him and told him that he'd misjudged—that I wouldn't report him that time, but that he'd misjudged me and he should stay well away from me from then on or I'd have to report him. I wouldn't report him, though, I didn't want there to be any...
My willingness to listen had, a handful of times, placed me into a peculiar conversation with individuals who, although hailing from vastly different walks of life, each described the same phenomenon. There existed at some point in their past an insurmountable inner-struggle (addiction and negative thought processes were examples) which they had suddenly con...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
I awoke when Tyler shifted his position next to me and realized I needed to take a piss something fierce. He was using the crook of my shoulder as a pillow, and I didn't want to disturb him, but saw no way out of it. Slowly, carefully, I pulled myself away from him. He woke up, rolling over in bed to look at me. "What's happening?" he mumbled, almost incohe...