"What is this shit?" Bernie Wasserman grabbed up tabloids in both fists and threw them across his desk at his client, who sat slouched and defiant in a club chair on the other side of the big mahogany desk. "Those stories are exaggerated. I didn't know she was a man." "Good god, Danny," Wasserman continued to bluster. "You are playing parts of a sixteen-ye...
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* Jeff * Daniel slept late. Fortunately, we didn't have to be at the theater until afternoon, so I let him rest. After the revelations of the night before, I figured he needed it. When my bladder's complaining became too insistent to ignore, I managed to get out of bed without waking Daniel and took care of business. I had intended to do some light housewor...
During the eighth week of an acting class I was taking I was presented with a challenge which sent me into a tailspin. That evening started like any other. My fellow acting class members and I warmed up, did vocal exercises and performed some improvised scene work. Near the end of class, Mike, the acting coach, handed everyone a manila envelope. He told u...
"You might want to put some clothes on," Sylvia Browne said with a bite in her voice, but I could tell from her sloppy grin that she wasn't all that put off with what she could see. "I seem to be finding you with your pants down quite often, don't I?" It wasn't your usual encounter. I was groggy and had tumbled backward onto the mussed-up bed, sending a cha...
The house was built on a rise, and the garden sloped gently down to the banks of the Hunter River. Willows and reeds lined the shore, and a few ducks busied themselves feeding in the water occasionally turning their tails up, as they lowered their beaks to the muddy bottom. I looked behind me. The house was impressive, a fine Georgian style home with 15 room...
CHAPTER THREE While Carl and Paul were beginning their new lives together, Greg seriously contemplated what Carl had said to him about his failure to "come out" to his family and friends. Greg wasn't sure exactly what he wanted to do, he detested the idea of labels and what society attached to them. He couldn't figure out why he became attracted to Kathleen...
The grass was a factor. Bunch of guys in the lounge, in a circle, more like a rectangle, two joints passing in opposite directions. Lots of kidding, idiocy, boredom, into which Alex says in his great voice, "Which one of us is most like a girl?" The room quiets down. If anyone had else said it, it wouldn't have gone anywhere, but Alex said it and it holds t...
John Kelley, the Resident Advisor of my floor of my dormitory Freshman year, was really, really hot: 6' 2", short red hair, beautiful lean muscular body, bright green eyes, dark lashes and brows, thick 9" uncut cock. He looked like Brendan Griffin on "Gotham." He was the captain of the university swim team. He hosted beer and pot parties in his room where...
FIRST TIME A day after arriving at the home of my aunt and uncle, their 20-year-old son Ricky and I headed for their summer home on Cape Cod. They would be out on the weekend but we would have five days to ourselves first. Once we arrived and unpacked, I took a leisurely shower and as I soaped my 6'2" 180-pound frame I thought about scoring with some New En...