"You sure I can't get you boys anything before I turn in?" Melody Parker asked us as she prepared to go upstairs, and after her husband Paul told her we were fine she smiled and gave her husband a kiss before taking a couple of steps around the bar to give me a peck on the cheek as well. "Goodnight Melody," I called out to her back as she headed upstairs, m...
I have been a pilot for North Pacific Airlines for over ten years now. For the first eight years my private life was nobody's business, but then I came out of the closet. Or rather, I was forced out of the closet, much to my discomfort. It had been on a flight to Seattle. We were laying over and flying back to Chicago the next morning. I was rooming with m...
From Confused to Convinced Chapter One In the early 80's, I lived in Boston while attending a community college, which was located on one of the main subway lines, "The Orange Line". The trains run extensively throughout the city and into the suburbs and a person can pretty much get to anywhere they want to go. I always wanted to go downtown where the...
I assumed that Christmas of 1977 was going to be a bust for me anyway, so when the Bangkok office chief asked for a volunteer to go on temporary duty—TDY—to Tokyo over the Christmas and New Year's holiday to cover for the leaves of the bureau chief and deputy there, I said, "Why not?" My family was flying back to the States for December because my wife insis...
"I don't think you'll find it that easy. I think . . . oh, here they are." Randy broke off his sentence and went into a pose at the semicircular banquette seat in the dimly lit hotel bar. He'd drawn attention to the entrance of the bar, where three men were standing, about to enter. I knew one of them, of course—Angelo, my pimp. He was Randy's and my pimp t...
On the hottest, steamiest night of the summer in the big city, I almost met my Maker. I was an undercover cop working for the vice squad, about to observe and take part in a drug transaction outside the Frisky Bar, a gay strip joint in a seedy part of town. Moving down the alley closer to the drug buy, I moved out of sight of my partner (a mistake), and pas...
Taylor stepped into the apartment. Anticipation hurried his movements as he kicked off his shoes and slipped out of his jacket, then he paused and forced himself to take the time to put them in their proper place. He ran fingers through his blond hair, contemplating whether or not he had enough time to take a shower before Drey showed up. The thought of the...
What I was not expecting, what I could not have imagined, is being physically overcome by my lust filled desire. He stood there, as he has daily, with the same smile and same swagger he always displays. Why am I suddenly willing to bare myself naked for him? Why do I feel this need for him? Why do I want him to fuck me like a whore? I have to stop asking w...
Alex kisses Benny's forehead and puts his arm around me. I feel a sense of love and pride when we are linked together like this. It's saying to the world this is my family. "Hey, Benny Boo!" Alex whispers. The nickname gets him a giggle from our little munchkin. "Why don't we introduce you to your horse?" He giggles again. Alex walks us as we are over to...
In 1972, a suburban drama played out that changed many lives... ... Chapter One: Summer 1972 Leo Cassaro was a middle aged man who lived with his 19 year old son Alan in their suburban home. His wife - Alan's mother - had left Leo four years earlier when she had discovered that her husband wasn't faithful to her. She wasn't as upset about her husband's c...