Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 10 — At the risk of sounding over the top, I feel like I'm sort of trapped between two worlds right now. That's not the way I want to feel in what should be a chill moment with Thomas. He's moved to a spot in the shade at the top of a grass embankment, and my god, it's just a beautiful summer day. I don't even...
"Hey Mr. Longo!" I had been tidying up the garage, so the voice from the driveway startled me, but I recognized it immediately as belonging to my son's best friend, Sean Farrell. He had been a fixture at our house for many years, and he was always unfailingly polite and respectful, qualities that seem to be in short supply these days, so he was always welco...
Once upon a time, there was a prince named Snow. He was named that because his skin was white as snow and it was snowing. His mother Queen Mary was kind of lazy when it comes to thinking of names. He lived a happy life until his 18th birthday where his father James dropped dead of a heart attack in the middle of the ball. His mother remarried shortly after...
Tag is so much more understanding about my confession than I could ever have hoped for. With the sun beginning to set, he's still allowing me to spill my guts, no laughs, not a single negative comment about my deepest, darkest desires. "Here yeah go Robbie, kill it, I've had enough, my throat is burning like all get out." The last of the joint is passed, b...
My very first knowledge of what has become a long time addition to enjoying sex is likely to have been before first reading about 'locker room' and its old socks smell in Playboy Potpourri in the August 1976 issue. This is the place I remember specifically reading about this 70s sex drug, though it was not presented in that fashion exactly. It is not really...
Thomas and Niko in the City of Trees - Chapter 11 — Thomas says something before we fall asleep that takes me by surprise. He kind of touches my shoulder before he says it. That's him letting me know he's serious. "I've been thinking about what my dad would do if he ever found out." He put on one of his dad's old records earlier. Maybe that's why. It's Le...
As Rob slogged through an icy squall in the dark on the way back to his dorm from the college library, where he'd been finishing his term paper on The Muffled Queer Voices of Colonial America, he took the opportunity to utter some choice words under his breath as well. "It's fucking cold!" A popular turn of phrase, notably among his teammates in JV football,...
I had been living as a servant for about two weeks when Daddy rounded us all up to give us some news. "Clear up your schedules for Thursday evening, boys, Naamah is coming to visit." A few of my brothers groaned or sighed. "Yes, yes, I know that some of you don't care for her very much, but what you think matters little to me and absolutely nothing to...
Piercing, dark-colored eyes; eyes that can see straight into the soul and beyond. That was what struck me about him the most when I first caught sight of him at my college. Then, he'd been surrounded by love-struck girls (no doubt mooning over him) and a couple of rich boys. I'd always liked the feel of soft, curvy women turning to putty in my expert hands,...
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