This is a brief but true story of a recent unexpected encounter. So I went for a bike ride, it was the dog end of a warm autumn afternoon and there was hardly anyone about. And yes, I rode by the cruising area down by the beach, no one there either. A guy was coming off the beach, a jogger. We gave each other second glances but I thought he was checking to...
Gaio sat naked on the sill of the huge window looking out onto the landscape below. His back rested against the cool marble, while one leg was bent resting on the sill with his arm propped on his knee. His other leg hung off the side. He laughed as he watched the drama unfurling. He rubbed a hand over his tight muscled chest, patting it when he got overwhelm...
It took John many years to come to that conclusion; he wanted to be fucked by a man. Having had his first experience, when by chance he came across Brent and found himself in bed with the guy, he had liked it so much he couldn't wait for more. But Brent wasn't the one: he was only interested in one night stands and got a kick out of the seduction. John wasn...
Being on your own all of a sudden at the tender age of 18 isn't easy, and Andy Sterling was even more ill-prepared than most for the life changing experience, both financially and emotionally. The slim paycheck he got from his job he had at the local supermarket made his choices limited, and without a car he was forced to find a place in a rather inexpensiv...
"He's an acquaintance of mine," William explained to me as he ran his hand over my chest while I looked at the ceiling fan while it rotated above the bed. "It seems weird though," I replied. "When did you become so straight-laced?" the love of my life asked, and it was hard to deny that at that stage of my life, at 19 I was pretty much up for anything. Wi...
"I hate thunderstorms," said my cousin after the latest crack of lightning and flash of light streaming through the room. This wasn't really the welcome that I had imagined. Mom had thought "learning about life out west" with her brother (my uncle) and his family would be good for me. Toughen me up. And so, here I was, on my first night here, wide awake fro...
I leaned for a moment on the bed of the old Ford truck. Its rear tires were flat; the paint was peeling and dull. I was standing in the parking area of an ageing apartment complex. The single-story buildings were painted gray; they were of wood that probably had been cut from nearby forests by men who lived in this Oregon logging town. The lawns and walks of...
Patrick was a millennial gay, which is to say one of those people consumed by his hormones with an outlet for it on the internet. Multiple hook up apps, favorite porn sites played morning and night, a steady stream of NSFW tumblr feeds available for an afternoon wank in the toilet if none of the nudes in his Grindr/Scruff/Hornet/Jack'd/Adam4Adam, messages we...
It's the final day, and I'm there to pick up my Jake from prison. I wait in eagerness as they process him. Gosh they are taking so long. What the hell is wrong, I thought. Eventually a guard comes up to be. "I'm sorry sir, but there's been an incident." "What incident?!" I frantically reply. Before he can respond, I run passed him to see my Jake. As I ro...
"Hey Mr. Longo!" I had been tidying up the garage, so the voice from the driveway startled me, but I recognized it immediately as belonging to my son's best friend, Sean Farrell. He had been a fixture at our house for many years, and he was always unfailingly polite and respectful, qualities that seem to be in short supply these days, so he was always welco...