Since I came out and openly declared my homosexuality the whole world has opened for me. No more of those sinister and secret visitations thinking that what I was doing was absolutely beyond contempt. I guess that was simply because that was the way |I was brought up in a strictly Quaker environment - and that being straight was considered to be the only ri...
Dan responded to the ad Laura placed on Adrian's behalf on Saturday night. They ended up hanging out on Sunday, with Dan receiving more fellatio before going home to bed. All Adrian's point of view for the next few chapters. Comments appreciated, unless they're insults or rants about NI or other politics. _____________ I get to sleep just fine, and wake...
I don't know how I worked into this. Just lucky, I guess. Got my daddy's genes. Horny stuff has happened to me since way back in high school. I was, what, eighteen? Heat had a lot to do with it. Ninety degrees any day of the week in the summer and not much less even in winter. In 1950 St. Uanitá was a dusty little town in the deep South built around a cross...
In 1972, a suburban drama played out that changed many lives... ... Chapter One: Summer 1972 Leo Cassaro was a middle aged man who lived with his 19 year old son Alan in their suburban home. His wife - Alan's mother - had left Leo four years earlier when she had discovered that her husband wasn't faithful to her. She wasn't as upset about her husband's c...
It was very cold and it had already snowed a few inches by the time my flight arrived at Denver International. It was early December, 2013. I had planned to be in the area for 10 days and had meetings scheduled up and down the I-25 Corridor, from metro Denver to as far north as Ft. Collins. I elected to stay at an all-suites hotel in Thornton, which I assume...
I always sit close to the new boy on the sofa, and while I am advising and lecturing him, my hand will occasionally rest on his shoulders; sometimes gently stroke the back of his neck; then move to his thigh, first giving it a friendly squeeze then very softly, trace my fingertips back-and-forth over his inner thigh. "You know I'm not gay, right?" said the...
I was leaning over the washbasin in the bathroom of Ari's small Tel Aviv apartment. The bathroom was clouded with steam as Ari had just turned off the water in the shower. I was watching him through the mirror above the basin, wiping it off periodically as it misted over. He had a great, hirsute body and swung low. He played a mean viola and a magnificent co...
It was hot that Wednesday, July 14th, when we flew into New York City, two soldiers coming home from Pakistan; just Jimmy Murphy and me. Once we were processed into the United States officially we were told that our connecting flights to Denver and St. Louis were delayed due to weather. Well, how about that, a delay, what else is new? Jimmy turned to me and...
The next day I made it to work. It had been a great weekend of sex, and I knew that would be continuing. There weren't a lot of hot guys at work, but there were a few I was interested in. For the first time, I let myself look at them with the idea I could actually get them in bed. It changed my whole perspective. I had a great day, fantasies running through...
So, to say the least, I had suddenly become hot shit. Just kidding. If anything, I now felt like a complete imposter. Alex seemed to have accepted me as somewhat cool, and now Robbie added a level of intrigue, and Henry was ever present. Despite being hot shit, I rarely saw a text from Alex. I had already placed him in the category of "people who don't text"...