Summer break of my sophomore year in college couldn’t have come any sooner. With a heavy course load the quarter before, my mind was fried…my body dogged tired from long hours of crammed-in studying. I needed to get out of town and wind down. My folks were vacationing in Europe, so their house and large swimming pool was vacant and inviting. Perhaps that...
I woke up at midday with morning wood and an unshakeable feeling of loss. My late night lover was gone. All that lingered of Jack was the scent of combined spunk that shouldn't have been sexy and the dent from his head in the pillow beside me. I sat down with a cup of coffee I coddled between my hands. His disappearance got under my skin in a way I didn't...
I had been on the road for some time. Once again, on my way from point A, via unspecified hotel, to point B. As the CEO of a firm I had to do a lot of travelling. Usually by plane, but every now and then, especially when I had several meetings in more or less the same area, I would rent a car and get moving – which was fine, as it gave me some time on my own...
I was ready to get on the interstate on a haul of freight to Dallas from Richmond and I had plenty of time, it didn't have to be there for 3 days, so I could take my time. I knew some of the best truck stops for fun in Tennessee, so I was looking forward to a great trip. As I pulled onto the ramp to the highway I saw a young white boy with his thumb out, I...
I sat in a table as close to the shadows of the bar as I could and turned the business card over and over in my hands. What the fuck did I have to do with a lawyer named James Gleason? Or, rather, what did he have to do with me? Sitting in the shadows in this sort of bar proved not to be a good idea. Before Gleason showed up, I had to turn away—politely, I...
"I could be like those folks that stand on the side of the road during them marathon races," Red Foster quipped as he watched the plump kid guzzle the bottle of water he had just been given. "Got plenty of time on my hands since I retired." The jogger, who the little old man knew only as Bobby, had lived down the road for years and until recently had been a...
Woody Allen was wrong. Way back in his stand up days, he said that people who are bisexual double their chances for a date on Saturday night. I only started having sex with men about ten years ago, but I'd say it at least quadruples your chances. In all my years of reading Penthouse letters, I never had the kind of encounters I've had since I gave in wholehe...
The weather in this part of the country sucks. I was born and raised here and never quite got used to temperatures in the low hundreds in the summer and then howling winds that blew the snow parallel with the ground all winter. This wasn't Minnesota or one of those states but Kansas. Yeah, the home of wheat and coyotes. I'm Bob and twenty-seven and was on m...
I went back to my desk and sorted out the information and files Lori had given me to take with me to The City. I checked my watch again and couldn't believe how fast the morning had gone. Well, you know what they say, "Time flies when somebody's riding your face"......or something like that. I checked my recent e-mails and then checked my watch again. It was...
Felix Frederichs stood in the shadows of the station shed in the Washington, D.C., suburb of Lorton, Virginia, on the last day of October, trench coat collar pulled up to cover his sallow cheeks, dark sunglasses on his face, directing the young Martin Mayer here and there in getting squared away for their overnight Amtrak Autotrain trip down the East Coast t...