"Why are we coming to London?" Christian asked from the side, forming a mist on the cold window where he rested his head. "Because we arranged a meeting over a month ago remember?" he replied softly not taking his eyes off the road. Christian watched as the lights sped passed down the dark roads. It was kind of quiet for this time of night, and the anxiety...
Phil went back to his hotel the next day. I tried to convince him to stay at the house so we could catch up for all the time he was gone, but he refused. So here I was, alone in the house again, trying to sort out my thoughts. Work was tough for a couple of days. No matter what I did, my mind kept going back to the weekend. First meeting two hot young guys...
I could have laughed—if I weren't a little weary and tired of the cruising—and tired of looking over my shoulder in case I saw Austin, not knowing what to tell him about having walked out on him. I'd walked the paths of Marconi Plaza park for over an hour without a bite when all it took was for me to sit down for a rest on a bench and a man sat on the bench...
1 This was a terrible idea. I was sweating through the black Armani T-shirt purchased especially for the occasion, another decision I'd been rethinking since I left my house. The shirt was tight, and I was probably too old for it, and everybody was going to know as soon as they saw me. I was a fraud. I didn't belong here. I was just a straight guy with a cu...
A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn't quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another. I didn't want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our...
He was on the Boulevard again. It was a beautiful summer night. The air was sweet. The columns of smoke that had been here for days had lifted. There was none of the fever that he had had the night before. His head was remarkably clear. He saw things the way they were. He was newly, last week, nineteen. And he was happy. He was immensely happy. He had giv...
Connor was perspiring as he made his way to his dorm room. A great deal of things were happening all at once in his life; it was mid-terms and his girlfriend back home dumped him the night before. To top it off he didn't get enough hours at the Hortons on campus to help pay for his portion of the rent. Wiping sweat off his brow he fretted how he'd get the m...
It was a cold December evening and wind whistled through the branches of the linden tree in Dan's back yard. Dense clouds the color of steel wool were rolling in from the west. Dan took a swallow of beer and listened for birds, but the only sound he heard was a freight train blowing its whistle somewhere in the distance -- probably heading south like the bir...
I started at a new school in grade twelve, at eighteen I was a well built guy, I loved to work out, I had the weight and the muscles, guys and girls loved my body. The first day was eye opening, seems the whole school was run and bullied by the foot ball quarterback and his girlfriend. They picked on the girls and boys, everyone feared them and their wrath...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 13 — The house is pretty quiet the next morning. I think everyone is sleeping in a little. Thomas held me for most of the night. We're parted now, but the second he wakes up he sort of reaches for me, so I slip back into his arms. We're bare-chested. I can feel him through his underwear, pressing against my hi...