Introduction: This is a slow build love story between two men in modern times. The story touches on the difficulties of expressing such love in some cultures. In this case, the culture is that of ranchers and cowboys in the high desert country of central Oregon, USA. Such places are on the rough edges of the change in understanding of normal human sexuality....
It was a long shot, but Langley said the station in Mongu had to do something, so quick plans were made and a team from the special section was sent out to Central Africa. A new war lord had risen in the remote province to the east, and, as remote as the province was, it was about the most important region to U.S. interests in the whole of Africa. The magic...
"I'm sorry, what was that you just said, Mrs. Pettington?" What a tiresome woman. I had just now been distracted from listening to her by the way she snapped her fingers at Kisula and then gave him a distasteful look when he refilled her coffee cup. "I said, Mr. Woolston, that I hardly think we need worry about these rumblings from the tribal huts. England...
I started my shift with a cup of coffee and an introduction to my task schedule. As someone with a medical degree, I knew I would have more duties than the average prison volunteer (especially since I had a twelve-hour night shift) but part of me was looking forward to it. I had wasted too much time trying to be a New Jersey mafia bad-ass, maybe South Dakota...
My 49th birthday landed on a Tuesday and being a week night, the celebration was fun, somewhat low key as both my wife and I and our friends all had jobs to wake up for the next morning. Instead, I'd saved my BIG plans for the weekend when my buddy Mark and I planned to hang out, watch some football and drink some beer. At least that was the official story f...
Being Gay and twenty-one years old in 1962 is not always easy... Of course, the Fortune Teller lied. Down a Walton Street edged with stalls, sideshows and gaudily beckoning caravans, strolling the chill illuminated darkness where it erupts into the fairground. The smoky spun-sugar aroma of candy-floss, hot dogs that drip with ketchup-blood, brittle golden c...
Three of us had just finished working on a very important presentation at the agency and after we finally snared the client's account, our boss rewarded us by giving us an all-expenses paid week at a fancy Wyoming dude ranch. Even though I ride, I'm pretty much of a city slicker and this was my first time out at a ranch. My colleagues were a couple who were...
"Lie back on the bed and cough when I tell you to, please." I did so, a little embarrassed I'd gone hard, but since the doctor was examining me to certify me clean to have bareback sex with a man, and he undoubtedly knew that, I didn't know why I should be embarrassed. Maybe it was because the doctor was a hunk and a half and told me up front not to worry a...
"What's good for the earth and all that." "I often wondered how that worked," the young man behind the counter of the diner just south of Santa Fe said. He was leaning over the counter, having delivered Andy's breakfast, but not all that anxious to move on. Andy was a real looker. A regular Paul Newman, but with more muscle. And the young man behind the cou...
The champion soccer player for the night, all decked out in his silks and his team-color knee-high socks, left his basement apartment in the old row house and strutted down St. Phillip and across Basin Street and North Rampart, into New Orleans' French Quarter. He held his head high, his chest out, his tight butt tucked in, and his basket thrusting out in fr...