Chapter 01: Matt Seeks Help Coming Out On the surface Matt and Brad seemed an unlikely pair of gay lovers. Born into different worlds, one very wealthy, and the other middle class. They met on the job and found common ground in their love for each other. This is their story. Matt was the rich kid, the son of a wealthy industrialist and his show girl moth...
Thank heaven for the soaking last Saturday night after clubbing. I was tired and ready for the sack but when I left it was really coming down in torrents. There was me thinking I only have a mile to walk to home so I would just have to go for it. But a well-timed hoot gladly put pay to that when this guy was peering his head through the window and offered m...
I noticed him because we were the same age, and, well, there were few enough people in town that I pretty much had to. He was slender, on the edge of scrawny, and he stood out as one of those kids that was always just a hair off. His looks were normal enough- unruly brown hair, a few freckles across the bridge of his nose, but it was the eyes that hooked me....
At 20 years old I was one of the oldest guys in the class. I had managed to squeeze in a couple of long Summers working and a year of college before I got pulled into active duty in the Navy Reserves. That is how I found myself here, in a moderate but old hotel room in Memphis, Tennessee, with another young, and horny, sailor. We were stationed in Millingto...
Their regular poker nights had been a firm tradition. The five guys had met years ago. They'd all grown up through school together and by an amazing stroke of luck they'd all ended up at the same college, not only on the same campus but in the same dorm. That was when the poker nights had started. While they all shared a dorm it had been a monthly meeting...
Jonathan Beckham has been my best friend since 3rd grade when my family moved into a house in a small neighborhood in a little town just outside of Tulsa, OK. He and I live about 6 blocks from each other and have biked or walked to each other's houses for years. Now we are both 18, finishing 12th grade. We both drive beater cars and work part-time jobs. This...
Bourbon Street located at 4612 Park Blvd. is a place that I have been to a few times since coming of age. The bar on University Heights neighborhood opens at 4 pm and remains open until 2 in the morning. Pool table, strippers, patio and videos provide entertainment. On a cool Wednesday evening just before 8 I walked inside. There was a fairly large crowd of...
(Jason) It was a shove, but not a hard one, up against the wall. Gentle yet commanding, he was trying not to hurt me even though he was a bit caught up in the moment. It melted my heart. He put his hands on either side of my face and looked into my eyes. That look almost made me cry. "Jason…I love you…I love you." he whispered against my mouth. Then he cl...
For about the millionth time Jimmy caught himself staring at the door of the Broken Saddle. With a snarl he turned on his bar stool and stared vacantly at the stage. He cussed himself for hoping that Cooper would walk through the door looking for him. It had been nearly a month since Cooper dropped him off at his house and the coward hadn't shown his face si...
The cool desert breeze hit me in the face as I stepped from my tent at 04:30 and made my way to the shower house. I shivered slightly. I was a 30 year old Marine forward air controller, attached to a tank Company, training at 29 Palms, California. I had decided to get a 30 minute jump on reveille so I could relax a bit with a hot shower, without having to fi...