"Do you have your knife?" Goron asked his brother, Joseph. The brothers were both good looking young men, bronzed by the sun from time spent working in their fertile fields and grown tall and muscular on their land's produce. But they were ambitious also. And eager for wealth, and to show their strength. And on this special day, the two young men had oiled...
At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world. However Mr. Bevan, my house mas...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
"Hey, look at that," Ronda nudged Jerry. "I told you we could set the clock by him." The bank's loan officer and new accounts clerk, whose desks were set side by side in the bank branch's lobby, were leaning into each other and marking the rapid progress of the senior teller to the exit door. Kevin Radcliff had stepped out from behind the bank counter preci...
(This is the next chapter in the story of two very close friends who discover a mutual attraction to one another, prompted by Adam's blunt approach to Mike. They have enjoyed a morning of manly satisfaction and are playing a round of golf. Adam has just shared an experience with a grad student and now Mike admits desires that had been hidden for some time. I...
Thank you for all your kind comments and emails. It has been very encouraging and as with each installation I will welcome your critique. Everyone's coming out story is different. I hope I did not trivialize or undermine a very difficult process. This is told from Kyle's POV. ***** Kyle did not stop running until he was safely in his room. He threw hims...
It was about 10 pm and I had been driving for about 3 hours on my way home to DC. The drive down 70 East is curvy, but I have been making the trip quite often lately so even the mountains and hills weren't enough to keep me awake anymore. I decided I had better pull off at the next rest area to grab some coffee and use the bathroom to get me through the se...
The moment Farris walked into the yard you could sense the change. All the guys attending Jack's pool party stopped their chatter, and stopped sipping on their cocktails, and turned to look at the dark haired, swarthy complexioned bear of a man whose basket was so large that the waistband of his swimming costume was slung so low you could see the thick jungl...
[Note: As is often the case, the day I wrote this vignette, which doesn't pretend to be a full story, I woke up with this storyline in my mind. As also is often the case, I have no idea what my mind was referencing when it created it.] "What a crock of crap this is," Philip Metcalf muttered to himself—there being no other figure in his plush office overlo...
A story about an unusual young man in a strange situation. ... Waiting... I'm waiting in my bed, which is the same bed I've slept in for the majority of my 19 years. The only light in the room comes from the tiny air freshener/night light over by the door, and from whatever the moon provides through the slightly open curtains. It's almost 11, and I have...