Too much of a good thing? After kissing First Sergeant Kovachek--a very crotchy, locker-room tasting smooch since he'd been sucking his own jockstrap while I fucked him--I rolled over, all fucked out. I pulled the dripping-wet sheet over us both and we fell asleep. I planned to wake up after a short nap for more fucking--but both of us were more exhausted t...
Rich Wilson had moved into a seniors apartment complex, relocating after the house he had shared with his wife of 36 years became too much after her passing. At 63 Rich had no illusions about finding a new love, even though the equipment still worked quite well, so he settled into his new digs with no expectations. Almost immediately Rich was befriended by...
I work as night foreman at a San Francisco warehouse operation. Sounds like a dumb job and in some ways it is. However, it’s easygoing and has its moments. . . plenty of moments. I was 32 and just a year or so back from overseas--somewhat brain dead--so the easy pace gave me time to heal. It wasn’t rocket science. It was basic intelligence, initiative and a...
I have a theory that every beautiful person has to have a friend, a less beautiful homely friend, to always be there to assure them of their beauty and perfection. I, unfortunately, have been that friend for my whole life. I have gotten used to it over the years. But it doesn't lessen the sting every time someone fawns and tells me how it must be wonderful t...
Along with my twin sister Carol, I'd been 'farmed out' to stay with my Aunt Sarah during the summer holidays. It wasn't anybody's fault, it was just that my grandfather was terminally ill and our parents had gone to look after him for his last few weeks just as the university year ended. It was one of those things and my sadness for grandpa overruled any com...
Maddox watched Mark's slender fingers drag the paper towels through the coffee puddle. He could have sworn his heart was hammering loud enough for the entire class to hear. The memory of where those wonderful, swan-like hands had been the night before was still too fresh in his mind. Maddox's hands betrayed his nerves to his student. Trying to regain some fo...
After Richard left the bar I went back to work. It wasn't easy. I was trembling with fear and resentment; my mind consumed with figuring out my options. It was clear to me that I'd been set up; the wine, the grass, and of course, the mirrors. The mirrors had to be two-way glass with cameras behind them. I remembered kneeling before a mirror, staring at mysel...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
The Hawaiian heat made Chris feel drowsy with its oppressive humidity, compounding the three stiff drinks he had in the past hour. Day drinking is fine if you're on vacation, Chris thought to himself as he peered through his half empty Long Island Ice Tea underneath the straw hut that doubled as a bar. Not that this was a particularly pleasant vacation. He w...
What started out as a simple game of billiards slowly became a display of mixed emotions. Thirty-two-year-old Oliver couldn't be too sure if Bryce, his best friend, kept his eyes on the cue balls or if he kept repeating his brief glances at him. To make it an even more mystifying situation, the little smile on Bryce's face appeared at times with a hint of se...