Outside the tent: a heavy susurration of sound. Metallic groans replete with squeaks and clanks. The ground throbs. Inside the tent: a nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled ... with a man named Ray in his boxers sprawled on top...
The entrance to The Diogenes stood amidst the elite of London's Gentlemen Clubs but two minutes from Whitehall. Sandwiched between the Explorers and Cavalry the unnamed and unnumbered entrance presented nothing more than another marble portico in an already abundant forest. As I descended from the hansom the door opened miraculously as if by some invisible h...
I didn't want to be a cowboy, but I certainly wanted one to fuck me. So, to honor those sojourners of the dusty trails I wrote this. When settlers in the 1870's first used "dude," to refer to pasty-faced Easterners coming to The Rockies, they took notice of men with a distinguishable lilt (I have no doubt), of men with a different spring in their step, of m...
The Twelve Maidens "Dancing is forbidden on the Sabbath," said Brian, reading from the guidebook. He stood, in the warmth of the summer evening, amidst the blue meadow cranesbills and the creamy-white meadow-sweet. Their almond scent loaded the air so that it seemed drenched with sweetness. Joe looked over the hedge at the field beyond. There was a group o...
Tom sat at his desk looking out the window as the planes made their descent towards LAX. It had been a difficult day. Hell, it had been a horrendous year. In a country torn apart with falling housing values, rising unemployment and too much debt; it was not easy being a small businessmen. Half of his former clients, whom he had serviced as an accountant, wer...
Revised version copyright 2014 by the author. * The cab of the big rig is huge and cool. I smell leather, diesel fuel, and cigarette smoke. The place hums with the vibration of the idling engine. I turn to the trucker sitting in the driver's seat, his eyes frank with lust. One rough hand rests on his denim-clad thigh, the thumb moving back and forth over...
I woke to the feel of sweat trickling run down my chest and my eyes flickered open to reveal the sun greeting a new day, it's warmth already noticeable. Had it all been a dream? I went to rise and found myself halted by invisible bonds. I couldn't move! Snapping to full consciousness, I looked down. Nothing. Just my moist body, sitting upright against a...
"Hey man, whatcha doin?" My co-worker sits, with his back towards me, at the table and chairs in our hotel room, as I look from the bathroom to the front of the room. My co-worker is shirtless. He had stripped off his dirty grungy button-down short-sleeve shirt the moment we walked into the shared hotel room, the fleabag hotel, after he cranked up the A/...
With globs of my own cum laying on the floor, I quietly zippered back up and eased my way out of the master bedroom. I was sure that I had not given myself away, (inspite of my own loud moans of pleasure) and I had every intention of keeping it that way. Not that it mattered, though. I mean, shit, Pops had went through all of this trouble for my benefit. I h...
"You look like a cop." The kid was standing at the edge of the street, bent over to talk through the open car window. Sam Avery smiled. "I am a cop." The kid's expression didn't change. "But I'm not here to bust you." The kid's expression still didn't change. "So what do you want?" Sam pointed his index finger at the car pulling away in front of them, th...