Kurt Yarley, one of my best friends, owned a landscaping company and seven years ago, he'd roped Aaron, Drew, and myself into playing baseball—just a group of buddies playing ball and the rest is history. We had a fairly well stacked team and usually ended up with the Championship Title, which was nothing more than bragging rights, but we were totally fine w...
((Welcome, dear readers, to my latest big idea/homoerotic fantasy. I have been laying out parts of this story in my head for a long time, and just recently began putting it to the keyboard. It's definitely a broader arching tale than I've ever tackled before, and I've found myself struggling with how to break it up and release it. I've decided to separate it...
I turned the corner and saw the motel. There it was, as he'd said it would be, and my life was about to change irrevocably. I could never go back after I entered room sixteen. I paused and stood on the curb, swallowing hard, my emotions a crazed mixture of fear, anger, strange excitement, and I was fighting tears. Finally I steeled myself to move forward. I'...
A couple of days later, a police officer rang the doorbell. "Officer Peters. What can I do for you?" Kyle remembered the officer from his previous visit when he had been raped. "I need to speak to you for a couple of minutes. May I come in?" "Sure. Come on in." He stepped aside to allow the officer to enter his living room. Always the thoughtful host, he a...
(Part One) I had known "Trick" (short for Patrick) since his third day. I was with Rob when he got the news that the water surrounding his second child, and first son, had broken, and I visited them all in the hospital 72 hours later. I babysat Trick and his older sister, "Sonny" (short for Jackson), regularly while he was a toddler. Trick was often in a C...