This is a bit of a deviation for me. Rather than a longer, slower developing story, this is a series of three short(er) stories. They involve three different men at three different stages of the narrator's life: at 18, at 36, and at 54. As always, I enjoy receiving feedback and suggestions from readers, so please post comments or email me your thoughts on ho...
Chapter One: Paul The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Cir...
Note: This story involves a character of mine named Lazarus. Now, Lazarus is normally 16 years old. However, this story takes place two years in the future, so he’s 18. Mainly because I don’t write child porn; that’s completely gross. I also made a boo-boo about where he’s from. In Twilight on Dreamworld, I mention that he’s Taiwanese, but that would suggest...
Chapter One I slowly awoke to the sound of birds chirping outside my open window. My eyes fluttered open and I stretched out in my bed, yawning loudly. I could hear footsteps pattering around outside my door and I knew my servant would come knocking soon. I relaxed back against my bed, closing my eyes and listening to the singing birds. They were the only n...
Mikey looked out the window and frowned. He was starting to become slightly annoyed at this point. "Someone here?" His father asked from the other side of the room. The old man was sitting in an arm chair, the television tuned in to one of those reality fishing shows. He was wearing his work pants and a dingy white undershirt that barely covered his beer gu...
Author's Note: Happy Holidays! A Christmas story for my readers! This story is very, very lightly inspired by yaoi. And when I say lightly, I mean I have not taken the time to read up on yaoi to determine what it's really all about. In fact, the most research I've done on yaoi is reading Jet Mykles Heaven Sent series which I've read on message boards some...
*All the usual rules apply. No part of this story may be taken or reused without the author's permission. Because I Say So!!* "Seven o'clock!" Rayne Wilde protested, in the face of Ant's frantic questions and Daniel Leland's silent, implacable disapproval. "You said I had to be back by seven and I 'am'! For Christ's sake, I dunno why you don't just lock me...
(I had just finished fixing a wobbly desk in some important prof's swank office. I smile at the realization the desk repair was not a big a job as I thought it would be. I had quoted the prof four hours, but had only taken two. That meant two hours with nada to do. I looked around hoping to find a way to amuse myself, when all of the sudden I notice this boo...
(Note: This story features characters from "A Clean Start". You don't have to read that story first, but I recommended it.) "Hi, Max!" the familiar voice called out. As I walked out of the locker room, I looked and saw Pete's smiling face standing next to the weight rack. Pete was my best friend Tank's boyfriend or partner or whatever you want to call it....
August 27, 1944 Paul jerked and shuddered at the sound of the salvo of gunfire that penetrated through to his cell from across the courtyard. He looked around the small cell. Stone floor, walls, and ceiling. a cot suspended down from chains on the wall at one side. A drain in the corner with a chamber pot next to it. The Ritz it was not. This was anything...