"Lincoln, are you listening?" Khalid squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't turn back towards him. "Debate class, Arabic, Stay behind you! got it," I mumbled and Khalid said something else. It was there, across the courtyard where we were eating lunch on a rare not-killer-heat day. Behind a wall of glass windows I watched him twist and stretch into impossible...
[If I can't find the cure, I'll fix you with my love And if you say you're okay, I'm gonna heal you anyway Promise I'll always be there, Promise I'll be the cure -Lady Gaga] +{Noah's Starship}+ +++ "It wasn't the right time. Soon, my love. I promise," Navid said as he hung up with his parents. I'd perched on a high stool at the kitchen bar watching him th...
[I've been searching in the woods and high upon the hills Just to find my samurai Someone who won't regret, to keep me in his net Yes I need my samurai] +{Kasper's Den}+ Part 9 [By Emri and Xelos] I accidentally saw something I wasn't supposed to see. Amir had left early for class. He wanted to get some things done so he could be back in time to tak...
Chapter 9 - The Prince & The Stallion We were awakened Tuesday morning to the annoying electronic alarm coming from Tam's chronograph wristwatch. I never understood the allure of the digital watch. Give me an old Timex any day. I use the term 'we' very loosely, because it was actually I who was awakened by the alarm. I also knew Tam had a full day of evalu...
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...
Chapter Five I went to Toby's several times, with no hope that Jason would be there, but just to be in a place where we had been together. Mostly, though, I hung around the barracks and took on extra duty so I could be around to monitor the phone. I was counting the days, and too many had passed. Then one night got a call from an orderly at the hospital. "...
Usual disclaimers, we're all fictional and all over eighteen. In particular I did a Google search for Acme East Talent agency and they don't appear to exist. If one does then I can assure you that the one featured in this story is, like all the characters, purely fictional and any resemblance is purely coincidental. Secondly, this is a story about pony boys...
AUTHOR"S INTRODUCTION: This is a story about five pages in length for all of those bisexual husbands who intuitively know they are not alone in their desires to have another man in their lives. It's also for those wives who love their husbands but wish for a little more excitement in their marriage. And it's for those single men who are by nature confident a...
I examined myself in the mirror one last time before I left my apartment. My brown hair was tied in a low pony tail and my outfit was casual, but calculated. The colors served as a good contrast to my pale skin and brought out my green eyes. I took care to stay in shape, and my appearance was something I was confident about. It was something I knew I had goi...
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...