I'm Dave. Actually, I'm Dawei, but like most second-gen Chinese Americans I find it's helpful to have an Anglo name. I'm from the Bay Area, working in high-tech targeted mostly at intelligence scenarios. So tonight, like many nights, I'm at the bar of a chain hotel in a town in Maryland, just outside Washington DC. The town consists mainly of low-slung bui...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
Chapter One Like the men who made suicide is in my genes. The temptation was too great for my great-grandfather, my grandfather, and my father, having lured all three to the other side. Theories abound as to why. No one knows for sure. I think it's because there was too much dissonance between who they really were and who they pretended to be. We all prete...
I stepped off the bus and stood in front of the hospital. I bundled up my coat, tugging the zipper up all the way. I looked at my watch. I still had nearly an hour before my shift started. I looked across the street at St. Ann's church and decided to stop in and say a little prayer for my grandmother. I wrapped my arms around myself as I ran across the stre...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...
Chapter 21 "So how's the dissertation coming?" I groaned. Fuck. Why did she have to ask me this every single time she saw me? It bordered on nagging. I especially didn't need this in front of Daniel, who was now listening curiously. Families were so damned embarrassing. "You know how it's coming," I muttered. "You're still not finished? And have you even...
Chapter 11 The motion-sensor lights on the house had flicked on when I drove up and headed down the driveway to the big barn in back. Daniel looked puzzled when I jumped out and threw open the big double doors, but then he caught on and climbed into the driver's seat and pulled in. I closed the doors behind us, locking the Passport in the barn and motioned...
Randy takes stock of his house and his life. All the characters are over 18. I hope you enjoy. Thanks, yet again, to LarryInSeattle. ============ Bill didn't take it well when I called him Monday morning and told him I wouldn't be in for the next two weeks. I had fourteen weeks of vacation built up. The car factories might be gone but I worked unde...
Author's Note: This story was inspired by a conversation with a friend about the attractiveness of femme gay dudes. So thank Dragon Cobalt for this little slice of M/M, and maybe give some of his works on Literotica a read! ***** "Vinnie, dear?" Elaine called. "You might want to come take a look at this." Vincent set down the socket wrench he was worki...
I sat back down next to Rob and the journalist came over to us and sat on the sofa on the other side of the coffee table, facing us. "From the look on your faces, I suppose you know I'm not here to interview you," he told us somberly. "So, what are we here for?" Tom snapped nastily. He looked at us with a slight smile on his face and opened the folder he...