Dedicated to the memory of Alan Turing, OBE, FRS (23 June 1912--7 June 1954) the greatest gay scientific genius of the twentieth century. [This story can be read on its own, but it is better to have read the earlier ones in the series first. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, scie...
I'd seen him several times, but he ignored me. He was truly beautiful with white skin; thick, parted wavy black hair; a few freckles on his nose and cheeks, cleft chin, perfect nose, high cheekbones, bright blue eyes, dark expressive eyebrows (once I got to know him I could tell when he was about to cum when his eyebrows furrowed and went up), long eye lashe...
"Look, there it is again," Jerrod said, turning his tablet around so that Kyle could see the screen. "It's the same cruise. And, look, it says they are prepared to be very generous, based on performance. I wonder what generous means." "I wonder what performance would mean," Kyle said, unwrapping the cashmere scarf from around his neck, rolling it up, and la...
Coming in Part 15 Clearing up the snow DJ and Jamie get a real surprise for Christmas Christmas Day, DJ plays with little kids (Jamie's cousins) Matt discovers his new voice Gloria gets her ring adjusted DJ gets a promotion Lots of emotions in this one folks. DJ Part 15 Merry Christmas Everybody! It's Christmas Day, at 6:00 AM and the alarm went off...
Jem put another pill in his mouth and swallowed it back with neat Scotch. He hated the drink but it had been Andy's favourite and somehow that seemed appropriate. It was not as though he was meant to enjoy this. A shaky hand picked up their wedding photograph. It showed a lithe blond, almost glowing with joy, smiling incandescently at the camera and at his s...
A week before Christmas, I ducked into the fifth floor men's room. It served as temporary reprieve. The first among twenty or thirty things I could invent to occupy myself while avoiding the remainder of the company Holiday party two floors below. One other occupant was in the room. He barely registered on my eggnog-addled brain. Most years I managed to esca...
The first time I saw Lester Hodges, the Midwest shopping mall developer and owner, was at the blood fights in Kampala, Uganda, in early November. He had invited his lawyer, Art Brandeis, out to attend the fights, and Art, one of my regular clients, had brought me along. Hodges was an ugly bear of a man, over six and a half feet tall, heavy to the point of o...
My family opens Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, and my eighteenth Christmas was no different. We opened our presents according to age. The oldest go first, youngest last. This builds suspense for the youngsters, and keeps them from ravaging the house with their new toys while everyone finishes. My aunt's new boyfriend was my type of guy, but I was sti...
It had been a long year. My first album was a smashing success and the touring to support it started in January and here it was almost Christmas and it was just winding down. The nightly parties had become more necessary than I cared to admit, the high of performing needing to be tamped down by as many substances, some legal, some not as I could get a hold...
"I thought I'd find you here." Eden looked up and smiled at the girl who walked softly across the floor in the almost reverential way that almost everyone adopted in that room. Eden had spent too much time there to feel that any more. "Where else?" he said returning her smile. Then he turned away to gently stroke the hair and cheek of the boy who lay sleepi...