It had been a tight month and that's what had decided him. His rent was due – and he'd make it – but he wouldn't be eating for the rest of the week. Male escort work beckoned... He knew enough about the industry though to know that if he wanted to do well, he'd need to be available to male clients or he just wouldn't make it in his city. So, here he was sit...
Gavin When we got back to my apartment Matt was quiet. I could already tell he was getting lost in his head like he always did, and it I felt my anger at our mothers rise again. I didn't care anymore what my mother said about me- but making Matt's mother turn on him was unforgivable. No matter how easy it would be to give into my anger, I knew I couldn't f...
I'd spent ten years in the army, and now was finally coming home to the country to meet up with my family for a get together welcoming me home. I was thirty five and single and spent most of my time in college and then in the military, never really finding the time to build a social or romantic life. I didn't regret signing up for the army. I was great at w...
On his head was a coonskin hat and down below was a bush almost as thick as the fur hat on his head. And rising from that bush was a meaty tool that looked as long and thick as the raccoon tail hanging off his hat. Only it was hard and hairless. My eyes were popping from the size of that pole. If I had thought I was expected to take it, I'd have run out of...
A Sean Carrington Adventure. This Is Sweden. I was in my apartment in The Hague when the phone rang. Bjorn invited me out to meet his family in Stockholm for their midsummer celebration holidays. Bjorn had been my partner for almost a year now; we had met in Amsterdam one hot sunny day where he had propositioned me. Although I shared my concerns with Bjorn...
The following is a sequel to my entry in the Halloween story contest of 2007 submitted a year ago. The title was THE TABOOS OF TRANSYLVANIA. * He was so handsome and charming in his dinner jacket that night in August on his eighteenth birthday. Reginald has his mother's big brown eyes and his father's debonair strawberry blond looks. But he inherited his...
Chapter One: New Year's Eve 1989 There were four of them on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom of the Baccarat Hotel and Residence Condo building on Manhattan's West 53rd Street, conveniently located near the Broadway theater district. The caterers were downstairs in the living area doing last-minute preparations for Ted Sullivan's early-evening buf...
Gosh, has it really been eight months since I last posted. Oops Sorry. I guess you'll need a catch-up as much as I did. So here's the story so far. Ben, when desperate for a little extra cash, discovered that there was good money to be made running in races as a 'ponyboy'. Despite being assured that the worst he would be subjected to would be a 'certain amo...
After our run in the park, I didn't hear from Ryan for almost two weeks. We had walked out of the park together with Dick's arm around my waist. He had tucked his hand into the back pocket of my opposite cheek. The pocket wasn't meant to be functional, of course, the pants being as tight as they were. So Dick's large hand was clearly outline as he pinched...
"Come on, let me at least look at it. I have a bet going. I've declared it can't be true." "No," John said. But he was smiling. He knew the British bomber jockeys were a boisterous and randy lot, and most were too good-natured to raise his dander. And there was a heart-wrenching war on. And, mostly, he was too embarrassed that he was chained to a desk and,...