AUTHOR'S NOTE: While each chapter is a story in its own right, you will probably enjoy this episode much more if you have already read the series Chris Donaldson, as well as Chapters 1-6 of Mr. One Fifty-Eight. The characters' back stories are revealed there. This is the final chapter in this series, but not of the story overall. The story will continue with...
EZEKIEL: Each day started off with a forty minute workout! I'd do one hundred fifty pushups, two hundred abdominal curls and do five minute bursts of speed roping. Then for the last ten minutes, I'd wind down with some power yoga. It was the way you wanted to start your day, doing something positive! In order to want better for yourself, you had to do bett...
It was 10am in the morning and that meant rent was due for my motel room. The place where I lived was in the seedy part of town next to railroad tracks, shuttered business' and vacant lots. My neighbors were an eclectic mix of hookers, coke whores and less glamorous degenerates. I went into the office and lazy-eyed Eddie was working behind the front desk,...
I Around the living room, Cole raked his irises of honey-brown. Never had he seen so many matched items and polished surfaces. No wonder Rick wanted his other property painted pronto—to pay for the goodies of this house with the rent income of that apartment. "Would you look at that screen?" Rick said. He sat up on his black loveseat of leather. "Ou...
The pain was fighting with the pleasure; the fear with the exhilaration. The struggle for the dominant sensation was sending my adrenaline through the roof. God, I was skipping along the top of the clouds. Shit, I was skimming the searing flames of hell. Pain, pleasure. Pleasure, pain. Right there on the edge. Would he love me or kill me? Would he fulfill my...
The two guys who Ally had told me to watch, slid out of their booth and I saw them walk out the back door of the bar. One was short, maybe my size, about forty-years old; the other was older, bald and quite fat. Earlier, I had witnessed the fat guy push a twenty-dollar bill to the younger man. "The younger guy is Eddie," said Ally. "He used to work at the f...
JOHNNY'S STORY I appreciate everything Tommy has done for me, I really do. I will always remember him fondly as my first true relationship, my first real boyfriend. He has taught me so much about gay life and how to act like a proper 'bottom' that I will forever be in his debt. I'm not in love with him, but that isn't his fault. I've never loved anyone-I'm...
Mighty Tungsten Tuberosity, Part 2 Hallowe'en morning. All Hallows' Eve. All Saint's Eve. The beginning day of AllHallowTide, the Western Christian Feast days signaling the liturgical dedication to remembering the dead. At least, that is, the saints, the martyrs and all the faithful: those who existed in Purgatory until the Day of Reckoning or, modernly, th...
I started hearing from the college scouts the next morning. Men angrily calling me from all over the country whining over why I had rejected the football scholarship their university offered and demanding to know who I'd signed my Letter of Intent with. There wasn't any sense in denying the truth; they could find out easily enough. When I told each of them t...
Copyright 2008 Patricia Osmundsen For those of you who so kindly asked for another story, here it is. Something new, in many ways. My first short story, my first story written specifically for you wonderful people, my first foray into anything other than simple sex. (Well, when is sex really simple? But you get my drift.) Also, my first try at creating some...