(Author's Note: This story was originally written under the name Mychael Black.) * One thousand and I didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life....
I was nineteen; it was summer. I met him on this crazy Saturday night. My friends were dragging me out to a fight in some abandoned bowling alley out by the pier. That should've been crazy enough but something started to change that night. It was Dave and Pete's idea. We'd been buddies since we were little kids. They were really into boxing, like I'm-gonna-...
When I turned thirty, I decided to treat myself to a month in Thailand. Bangkok is like Third World Asia on steroids. A wild clash of dusty streets jammed with taxis and tuk tuks that veer off into tranquil and immaculate temple compounds. On scorching hot days I visited the Royal Palace, Wat Pho with its massive, reclining Buddha, and the ancient, stone...
23 Minute's. Tuesday, 12pm... November Street. Waiting for the same 23 minute's I wait for everyday, too catch the 12.23pm bus too work. These 23 minutes each day I witness the same routined things, the small lady searching through her bag too find the crumpled old bus ticket which always end's up in the same back zip compartment, which is always the las...
Lunchtime took me down 48th Street, almost to the docks, in the Hell's Kitchen area of Midtown Manhattan West. I was looking for more than a sandwich and a beer. I was fuckin' horny. So I was in a homo dive I knew about. I'd forgotten that it was mostly for shittin' fairy types, though, and had just finished wolfing down my burger and beer and had lit up a C...
[One Night in XXX Story Event] Larnaca, Cyprus Friday evening, 16 July 1982 Nabil was panting in anticipation, bent over on his belly on the yard wide and deep pillow-top rattan ottoman. Strong hands pinning his upper arms to the ottoman, Nabil was facing out over the small balcony and onto the European-style Larnaca esplanade, featuring a wide swath of o...
My eyes went to the water of the harbor just below and to the right of where I was sitting on a sultry, glorious evening in the Mediterranean. There, between the bows of two bobbing small yachts, I saw them in the water and smiled to myself—two spent condoms, floating there, like gelatinous jelly fish, on the surface of the slightly oil-slicked water. Had I...
"So how long have you known Dave?" I asked. Aaron and I were having lunch at a burger joint. Kind of a Mom and Pop place, never really busy, but had great food. "Quite a while," he replied between bites. "Maybe three years. He moved away last year, but I guess he's back." "Really?" "Okay, not really," Aaron confessed. "We've been buds for a long time, go...
After some consideration of the comments I received for The Boy, I decided to rewrite the story in third person (so I can change perspectives), and take my time telling the story, changing a few things as well. This will probably be a long one, but I will try to write the next chapters as quickly as my two fingered typing will allow me. I hope you enjoy the...
** ** ** ** Daniel ** ** ** ** If you have ever gone clubbing you know that it always ends up with you staying up to at least three in the morning. That was exactly where I am now. Stuck in a club with my room mate and best friend, Elliott trying to chat up the straightest guy in the room. Clubbing wasn't really my scene. I hardly ever drink and cannot da...