The car smelled of old cigarettes, alcohol, and faintly of vanilla from a tree hanging on the mirror. I slid onto the seat of the yellow vehicle behind the passenger's seat, closing the door none too softly, and told the driver where I needed to go. "Corner of Maple and Fairview," and he pulled away from the nearby bar without another word. He was white, th...
Author's Note: Do not read further if it is illegal for you to do so. This story contains sexual situations and offensive language. If reading non-consensual, gay or non-human fiction offends you, find something else to read. * "Shen?" A loud, deep voice called out, and I rolled over, losing half the blanket to the floor in the process. Glaring at the da...
I went to college at a medium sized university in Southern California. My junior year, I lived in a nice little one bedroom studio apartment off campus. My building was one of about ten two-story apartment buildings scattered around a nicely landscaped complex. My apartment was on the second floor of my building. Out my front windows, I had a nice view of a...
Back when I was a kid, we didn't have much. We lived in a basement apartment where we could hear the crashing of the garbage can lids when other tenants threw out their trash, and the fumes from the passing buses that roared up the steep street outside made the air inside smell bad half the time. Other kids looked down on us. I could tell. I was scrappy an...
Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my Lawrence Durrell-rented villa and let him vigorously, joyously, and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking th...
So far, I've gone through life without a care or at least that's how it's been for the first 20yrs of my life. For me, shit that others have to stress themselves over, I've blown right past with ease. It's just the way it is, the way it's always been. Being a privileged young man with well-to-do parents, life can be pretty sweet. But just like everything els...
Preface For fifty years men come to the island of Cyprus, a Mediterranean paradise split and war torn by a marathon ethnic struggle between Greek and Turk, each consciously seeking connection with the writings of the British novelist and essayist Lawrence Durrell. They all take up tenancy, some longer than others, in the Bellapais villa where Durrell wrote...
I can't pretend like I feel like everything is okay. I get the sense that something is off, from Adam's strange quietness to his unceremonious disappearance. It didn't sit right with me. So the first thing I do is text him: "Hey, how much do I owe you for last night?" I hesitate before adding his name after the "Hey" to make it seem more personal or lighthea...
"I think he's signaling to you, sugar." I'd stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn't been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I'd found some work as a gofer on a high-rise con...
When Gary came into the bedroom, Ron was standing nude at the side window peeking between the blinds. Gary noticed that his big dick was standing straight up. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked him. "SSSHHHH!" Ron replied. "Come and get a look at our new neighbor." Gary walked over and stood beside Ron so that they could both peep out the window. Th...