"Are you sure this is the address?" Lars Krieger asked, as the hotel car stopped in front of a massive, carved-wood, two-panel door in an otherwise blank concrete wall on Bangkok's Soi 51 Sukhumvit. The road was narrow, almost an alley, it seemed, to the young German engineer, with one, long stuccoed wall running down its full length on each side with doors...
After reading the messages I went in to the living room, turned on the TV and sat on the couch. While watching TV and resting I tried to figure out what I had wanted to do this evening. Flipping through the channels and finding nothing really on TV. I put in a porno I had laying nearby; I walked into the kitchen and grab myself a beer, and then return to the...
I was leaning over the washbasin in the bathroom of Ari's small Tel Aviv apartment. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Ari had just turned off the water in the shower. I was watching him through the mirror above the basin, wiping it off periodically as it misted over. He had a great, hirsute body and swung low. He played a mean viola and a magnificent co...
My father never told me how my mother died. "I'm going to this concert. I don't care what you have to say." She passed when I was born, so I never knew her. "Cortney, you aren't going. I forbid you. You nearly got stomped to death." My sister says father seemed distant after that, not that she was old enough to tell the difference. "It was a little rum...
It took three concerts for him to notice me. Luckily it was getting progressively warmer in Munich's spring. I had every reason to believe I'd have to attend the full season of the free outdoor concerts in the Hofgarten park before I could meet him. If I'd settled on this flutist in the fall instead, each time I had to come back would have been progressively...
"Artistic-style gay male, 43, new to town, seeks local older male to introduce him to the holidays here. Companionship, local concerts, plays, restaurants, university sports. Holiday cheer and travel later if found compatible. Nonsmoker please." I had never advertised like this in a paper before, but Gill, an older, sometimes boyfriend of mine in Washington...
July, 2013 I thought of it even then as my last fuck—our ultimate fuck, the farewell fuck—with Edward Teng. I still think of it that way even though, technically, it wasn't the last time he fucked me, even in a physical sense. He'd rehearsed me early that morning at his cottage, Munch Cottage, on the grounds of the Tanglewood Music Center in western Massach...
The dimly lit room showed every sign of transition toward desertion. The closet door was open, the closet empty, other than two sad-looking wire hangers. Two drawers of the bureau were pulled out. Both were empty. Clothes once tucked away in these recesses were strewn on the two chairs in the room and hanging on hangers from the top of the closet drawer. One...
I was going to an outdoor concert and was going to meet some friends there. We really hadn't decided where to meet. I was already late and the first band was already playing. I was trying to push my way through the crowd. I knew my pals would be close to the stage. Suddenly the crowd surged forward and I lost my balance. I felt an arm go around my waist and...
(Conclusion) by K. Nitsua. Revised version copyright 2006 by the author. I can't postpone getting up any longer. I haul my body out of bed--for a guy in his mid-forties I'm holding up okay--and get ready for the first class day. It's business as usual this year--three master classes, each with four children and their parents, and two larger groups. No teach...