The nurse signaled and moved into the corridor. When the door to the hall was shut and Rich was assured there was someone on the lookout, he rose from the deep, vinyl-upholstered chair where he had been keeping vigil while reading a Gore Vidal novel and moved over to the hospital bed. He looked down at his older partner of the past six years, Miles Trent, a...
In the bedroom, Neal stands Lance beside the bed. In one swift motion, he yanks down Lance's cut offs and kicks them aside. His own disrobing is similarly swift. Clothing has become superfluous in their lives. Two old men lie naked on what seems to have become their mutual bed, talking gently, smoking the smooth pot, touching each other lightly and often. T...
I was sitting at the bar of the Meridien Hotel in the Russian seaport of Murmansk, one seat away from Lev and with Mariana, a blowsy blonde, sitting on the other side of me, chatting up a businessman from Moscow. I liked sitting next to Mariana at the bar. It got a thought into men's minds, and, if Mariana wasn't who they were looking for but Mariana represe...
The Orient Express train had left Vienna Station at dusk, and there was no longer anything to see out of the coach window, the lights of the towns flashing by having been extinguished hours ago. Magnus the Authenticator was weary, and the clacking of the iron wheels on the iron rails as the train thundered toward Belgrade lulled him. But the unfamiliar noise...
Sharing most everything and a twin! It was Thursday. Why do Thursdays seem to take so long to come around? Maybe because I so look forward to seeing Badger. I helped him a lot on his allotment plot last week and he showed me how to prick out new seedlings in his shed. He showed me how to prepare a box of soil, firm it down and make several small holes w...
"Never did this before," I said, as my new friend Jesse pulled my shirt up over my head, exposing my pale, hairless chest which was in stark contrast to the one of the man who was undressing me. "I know," Jesse said quietly. "You told me that already. Relax, Tim. No reason to be afraid." Not only was Jesse in his middle 20's, making me about 20 years his s...
Part Two: Tasting the New Gravy ------------ "Remember that old story about the founding of Meadowdaleville and the turkeys? It probably wasn't their fault that they got caught up in an event like that. Sometimes, I think you just end up in the wrong place at the wrong time." ~H.R. Fish and chips, honey baked ham topped with succulent pineapple slices,...
The Cowboy Friday morning Yawn!!... stretch. Slowly I crawl out of the tent. It's a peaceful morning. The sunrise is beautiful from up here. Wearing only my studded leather collar, the warmth of the morning summer sun licks and caresses my nude body. I sure was a lucky pup to get this spot on the ledge, overlooking the valley below( oh yeah. Did I mention...
The genial rays of the setting Sun filtered through the canopy, illuminating Central Park in irregular splashes of golden rays with a tinge of green as it reflected off the surrounding verdancy. I took a deep breath of the humid air and could smell, among others, cedar and honeysuckle. I looked out and took in the majestic view of God's gift to Earth that sh...
I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives. This is where I came into the picture. It only took a couple of hours a day to bring these women to their peaks and watch...