"Imagine what we could be doing if we moved up to Washington. Think of the commissions up there, Hal." Hal turned from the window and looked over to his younger, half brother, Jimmy, as he sat at his workbench in the studio, glazing a frame to go perfectly with the landscape acrylic Hal had completed not more than two hours earlier. A lump rose in Hal's th...
The flight to Arizona seemed so long to Jonathan. He was quiet at the moment while he looked out the small window beside him. The ground was coming closer as they were making their final approach to the airport and the runway. His stomach lurched as the plane bounced for the thousandth time. Gripping the arms of the chair, he abruptly wheezed, tossing his h...
This is a totally true story of my youthful experiences with my friend, and lover, Wayne. Wayne was my first, and my last, male lover and even though I’ve had no same sex relationships with anyone but him I still consider myself to be bisexual. This is my first submission, and I expect to follow it with many others as I fondly remember, and chronicle, my rel...
(All participants are 18 or in my case, way older.) I opened my eyes a crack, waking slowly. Dim sunlight showed around the edges of the drapes in my New York hotel room. I felt my 70 plus years in several places of my body from the previous nights activities. Beside me I could feel the warmth emanating from the slim body of the sweet young man in bed with...
© January 2009. Aidan studied himself critically in the full-length mirror. He had inherited from his much-missed mother high cheek-bones, fine bone structure full, pouting lips and a slender physique. Raising his arms he performed a slow pirouette. There was only the lightest of dusting of hair under his arms. His body was smooth, his chest adorned with tw...
Deng Qiao, owner of all of the cotton mills within sight of Langshan Mountain—Wolf Hill—at the fringe of the Yangtze riverside town of Nantung, sighed as he wiggled his hips into the pillows and held his young consort's silken black-haired head in his lap. Ping, the singer musician, who Qiao had bought from the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia—men's pleasure house—was...
Long ago, before anyone's grandfather could remember, there had been a war, between wolves and men. The wolves won, not only because they were stronger, faster, and more cunning, but because they did not betray their own kind, as did the men. After the war, a peace was settled, so that man and wolf might live in unity, but only a wolf was allowed to hold th...
"No," he cried out to the heavens, "No! It can't be! It simply can't be... my beloved..." Alexander III -- Alexander the Great, King of Greece, Conquerer of Persia and all of Asia -- knelt on the dry and dusty Mesopotamian earth, the lifeless body of his beloved comrade Hephaistion clutched tightly to against his breast. They had been the closest of friends...
It was nearly two weeks since my overnight with Bart. The episode was very much on my mind when I awoke at six thirty that morning with a hard-on as stubborn as any I'd had back in my twenties. I lay in bed for most of an hour patiently waiting for it to go down. Eventually giving up, I decided it was time for some coffee. It was unrepentant, lewdly bobbin...
For Steve McCarthy, the reason he became involved with the Union College Chess Club were two-fold. The love of the game was certainly one of them, of course, having been an avid player for most of his 57 years. The second was that it allowed him to interact with young people, primarily men, and that always made him feel more alive. Having just retired from...