Chapter One: Clifford I had to go by ferry. The flight was not an option for me by then. But I had needed to escape, and when I was younger, I had once taken a fancy to visit the villa on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus where the British novelist Lawrence Durrell once lived and wrote, where he wrote much of his acclaimed fiction series The Alexandra Quar...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...
"Ohhh, yesss...that is sooo nice...your hands are sooo magical," I heard Terry the Towel Boy say to someone. I craned my neck to peer between two bodies and saw Willie Mumphrey, an aide to Congressman Hecker, showing one of his drawings to Terry. The Congressman himself immediately joked, "Yes, and his hands sketch very well, too!" I had seen those drawin...
Turnabout is Fair Play I don't know what it is about me that makes people think I am gay. Sure, I'm only 5' 6" and weigh 130 pounds; am shy around girls and display undue reverence towards alpha males and older men - but that doesn't mean I'm gay, does it? Yeah, okay, I admit it -- I am a compulsive masturbator and some of my fantasies involve men's di...
PROLOGUE "Hi, sexy, how ya doin' today?" Karen, a sultry brunette, asked Tommy as he walked by her poolside chaise lounge. Tommy was breathing heavily from his session in the weight room; his sculpted chest was heaving and glistening with sweat. What a waste, she thought as she gazed at his hard, flat belly, six-pack abs, and ruggedly handsome face. Men l...