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...
He didn't call. I really shouldn't have been surprised by that. Or hurt, given what he had been through. The past year had been hard enough. First Mark's affair, then his death, and then Travis's withdraw from the world. Having Travis brush me off for so long hurt, and I had tried to be supportive. I realize now that he pushed me away for an entirely differ...
"First the tide rushes in, plants a kiss on the shore . . ." Matt often started a set with something quiet and slow, like "Ebb Tide," when there was a convention or two in the hotel, like there was today—electricians and bankers. What a combination. Something quiet tended to settle and quiet them down to the point that he could stand it. It wasn't a questi...
I'd just turned eighteen , didn't have many friends and wasn't that confident. So when my uncle offered to take me to the cinema hall I was happy to go. Jeevan uncle was a big man but really friendly to me especially when we were alone. He would always hug and lift me up into his arms and tickle me. At the cinema he commented on the film by whispering into m...
Though I'd brought poppers for a bit of repeat steamroom fun, as is generally true at the baths, intentions and reality rarely intersect perfectly. Or too well, with a stranger sucking my uncovered cock and fingering my ass, legs spread wide, moaning, still concerned about condoms, an intention only given up slowly as he painstakingly turned me on, making my...
I usually leave the "young stuff" alone. And I don't mean jailbait. I'm no chicken hawk. It's just that I generally prefer guys closer to my age. Call it a comfort thing. But one night I was out of town and cruising Squirt and this 20-something college boy messaged me: "Hey Daddy ...'sup?" I would ordinarily ignore an opening line like this, but I was really...
I once heard a radio DJ say that if someone is awake at about 2:30 a.m. midweek, it's "stupid early" or "stupid late." I was up stupid late. I had gone out to dinner with the family of a friend of mine. Someone's birthday or graduation or new haircut; I don't remember why. Dinner lasted late, but I needed to go somewhere to unwind a bit afterwards. I went to...
Padding out of the communal shower in the apartment at Old Dominion University—ODU—that the father of Steve Tenley, a senior and the captain of the swimming team all us guys were on, rented for us, I heard the sounds of sex coming from the TV in the living room. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I padded in there to see what sort of DVD the guys had on. The...