My name is Heracles. Better known as Hercules, the greatest superhero of the Ancient World. A Symbol of Masculinity and Military Power. A lot has been written about me. Some call me the Son of Zeus, King of the Gods. Stepson of Amphitryon, Commander in Chief of the Army of Thebes, the most powerful country in the land of Greece. Cousin of Eurystheus, King of...
Shep smiled as he stepped out of the airport. "Would you stop complaining?" he frowned. "I'm not complaining. I'm just saying that they should bring back those little peanuts," he mumbled. "No one cares about the peanuts. I'm allergic anyways," Shep said, as he hailed a cab. "Psh, 'no one cares about the peanuts'," Lex mocked Shep's deeper voice. "Madnes...
Chapter One: Individuating His mind is a clutter of thoughts. Did I get that e-mail? I don't have any coffee. John? Was his name John? Sweet smile, nasty attitude. Is it getting hotter? I can't run like I used to. Does Carolyn think I'm gay? My feet hurt. I've got to lose five pounds. My mother would hate me if she knew. I miss Butch, he was such a good...
Chapter Three: The Darkest Hour When Michael came to, he was still being carried by the hands of more than one ruffian. The dulling of the sensitivity to his eyes told him that they had entered a darkened area—cool, and damp. The contrast with the dry heat of the Cairo streets, even at night, seemed incongruous to him unless, of course, they were somewhere...
"You know I would do most anything for you Harry - but this, well, I don't think I am ready yet." He looked at me glum like and I couldn't help feeling sorry for the old guy. It had been a month since we became more intimate in as much as he persuaded me, after some deliberation, to wank him. I still am not sure if I am sexually inclined to do it with oth...
Moodily I stared out the train window. The day before Christmas Eve. On the platform of the Boston station, couples reunited, kissing and hugging. Mothers cried and clung to fresh boys in uniform as they headed off to basic training. The war had changed things; the place was somber and not decorated much for Christmas this year. The mood was grim and filled...
Silas had lips the color of cotton candy and they were just as sweet. A goatee framed them. On him it was very Dionysian indeed, for Silas' hair was glossy black. Logan had his tongue thrust between Silas' lips, and he was crotch to crotch with Silas, trembling on the edge of mating--this time not in Unshocked, their favorite club, but in Logan's bedroom. U...
This is a true story. It is the story of a young man who was sheltered, unsophisticated about the world and not sure of himself. He came to Memphis from the countryside of Arkansas with no real experiences. It is about me. Growing up, I knew no real want. My parents were gainfully employed and made good money. I was the middle of five kids and did not get mu...
In the year that I had just turned 18, I had come to high school a religious zealot, heavy with the residual dogma of my former private Christian school's teachings. The world outside those modest (but not so humble) walls was a heathen, blasphemous devil's playground full of sinners who lived in unholy ignorance. I was disposed of the school a warrior in th...
Let us take a breather from the kabuki of this January, an intermission of sorts. Let me show you how Brandon and I have sharpened our own knives with our eyes wide open for four years since we were in high school before stabbing each other now. "Echoes start as a cross in you, Trembling noises that come too soon Spatial movement which seems to you, Resona...