I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...
A story about a very dominant man, a very timid twink and his equally passive mother. ********* "We have a new neighbor, I see," Mom said one night at dinner about a year ago. I didn't know that, but of course my Mom was kind of nosy so it wasn't like I needed to play detective around the neighborhood to find anything out. If something happened Mom knew,...
Kevin was miserable as he stood in the damp, cold drizzle and held out his thumb. Not many vehicles went by, and those that did pretended not to see him. He was about to give up hope of getting anywhere when a beat up pick up truck slowed down. 'Thank you.' Kevin gushed to the driver. 'Where are you headed?' the friendly face asked. 'Anywhere to get out o...
Lulled by the sonorous night sounds wafting through the open bay windows over the big bed, I lazed half in and half out of sleep. What a wonderful spot to exist in, I thought, knowing the dream I had been enjoying was actually a recent memory of the trip into the big city the previous weekend. Memories of which I would hope to carry a long time, what with th...
It all began when I was hitching through rural North Carolina back in the early 1970s. I was a young, tight feminine looking man. Light brown hair and long legs. My eyelashes are naturally long and people have said I have eyes like a girl. I was in the navy and that particular day I was wearing my uniform as we did in those days while on liberty. I watched...
It never happened because gang bangs these days are too dangerous. But it happened in a made-up world. One in which I was a twenty-four-year-old heart throb and a political martyr. I had an envelope of forty-five men: seventy-five-year-old plusses, on my passenger seat. The sun burned down on it as I drove to the tattoo parlor. The day before, with handmade...
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...
I honestly do not know how I made it home. One of the best nights I have had in ages just came crashing down on me. "Did I just suck my son off?" I asked myself. It had to be. Who else would it be? "What a cock that was though." I thought. "Stop it! That's your son you're thinking about!" Arguing with myself all the way home was not helping me think strai...
He left the ruins of Georgia in the summer of 1874, another orphan of the War of Rebellion and one step ahead of the lynch mobs and night riders. Headed west into the territories seeking out the promise of fortune on the far frontiers, but he was broke and hungry in the slums of St. Louis Missouri before the month was out. A young man without promise or pro...
I don't want to write this. I avoided having to begin writing it down. But there are things that need to be said, and no-one else to say them. It starts with the boy. I say 'How old are you?' He says 'Nineteen, sir.' I say 'Are you sure?' He says 'Yes sir, thank you sir.' We are in the Motel room, me, him... and Mr McMasters, his manager, agent, or whatever...