Chapter Three: Charleston to Mobile "Where is it you're headed?" asked the man who sat down next to Gordy before the bus pulled out from Charleston, headed west. "Uh, L.A., I guess," Gordy said, still facing the window. Why had the man sat down next to him, he wondered. There were empty rows all over the bus. "Long way by bus. You going the whole way by b...
Ben was taking Billy on an Oriental carpet on the deck of the captain's cabin in the Black Falcon. The position he was using was one that Billy knew was the Kamasutra position of the Reed, Billy's pelvis arched up to Ben's crotch from shoulders and feet on the floor, with Ben between his thighs and with a strong arm under Billy's waist, holding him up in an...
Lost Cause April and May, 1865, Danville, Virginia The next two months were ones of hiding in the town of Danville among sympathizers whose loyalty had to be taken on faith and moving about, usually at night, to meet with other supporters and hear the news of the Union takeover of the state. The two loyal soldiers Singleton kept with him managed to find tw...
The light coming through the bay window in the captain's cabin at the stern of the Helena was eerie, as often is the case as dawn creeps in, but it was more peculiar than that. Clouds were scudding across the sky in ominous, dark formations, and the sea was unusually choppy. The captain said that this often was this way as the ship neared the Jamaica coast,...
I didn't know if it was the unseasonal heat or the heavy work we'd done that day or Jake's scary stories or Miguel's empty bed that kept me awake in the dormitory that night, but I had nervous energy to spare. I would doze, but I'd wake up with a start and look over at Miguel's bed, the emptiness of it now explained, and then I'd check all of the other beds...
Uncle Charles proved to be as dense about identifying men who wanted men in choosing a vessel captain to entrust with his recalcitrant nephew, not to mention one of his precious merchant ships, as he had been about Billy's behavior—and, more pointedly about the Reverend Andrew Apsley he fawned over. Billy's uncle never did seem to latch on to what the good c...
[Written with thanks and a nod to a fairytale told by early twentieth-century Italian diplomat Daniele Varè] *** The weight of the man lifted off young Han Li, who sighed, and attempted, unsuccessfully, to move from his prone, bent, and spread position. The imperial guard captain had been on top of the eighteen-year-old young man, between his legs, inside...
I watched Scott roll out of bed and walk to the bathroom. Rather, I watched his buttocks sway as he moved. He rolled the condom off as he walked and dropped it deftly in the trashcan under the sink before going over and standing in front of the toilet. He was in great shape for being just past thirty, and he was a lucky find for me. We were quite a contrast—...
I didn't know how he'd managed to get me into a pity fuck. I had tried to let him down easy, working toward that for a couple of weeks, nearly as long as our fling had been going on. I didn't think it was my fault that the daddy he'd been two timing left him when he found out. I hadn't known Timothy was in a partnership when we started up our arrangement. I...
I consider Amsterdam as the highlight of my summer of 1970 high school-to-college gap year fuck trip around Europe. My parents had given me enough money for the trip down along the Rhine River from Bavaria to Amsterdam and then across to England, but I wanted a car too, so I did what I could to cover travel expenses by selling my ass to men along the way. I...