I met him on a blustery evening under the Cartier Bridge. The bicycle paths that ran along each side of the river were closed for the season. A layer of ice had already formed indistinct patterns on the surface of the water. But the trails were clear with barely any snow on the ground, and it was easy enough to duck underneath the leaden chain that stretched...
When my date Joney arrived to pick me up I quickly inspected myself in the mirror for a last time. I looked in my early thirties with a pale skin and short black hair that actually looked grey because of the white highlight. I had added a touch of pale lipstick. My eyes had been done with a black eyeliner and grey makeup. I wore a short jacket that ended jus...
The Coffee Shop III: The Good, The Bad, And The Hypnotized Disclaimer. The following story, is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are a work of fiction as well, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead is a coincidence and unintentional. Copyright 1999. This story is the property of the author, Canadian Cowboy (formerly known as...
This is an ongoing story, it might be a good idea to read chapter 1 before continuing on. ***** Winter Break Chapter 2 The thing that Tom liked least about coming home after four years of college was the obligation he felt to reconnect with friends who had stayed back in Boston to either start their lives or go to college there. His friends were mixture...
We had begun building a dungeon in the basement of our 1740s townhouse, had used it a few times, and were acquiring a decent collection of toys and equipment. My boyfriend/partner/lover/husband (I'm never sure which term to use) and I were drawn together in part because of our sexual preferences and predilections; finally I'd found someone who was comfortabl...
Even though he was late - the knock on the door startled me and jolted me out of my thoughts. I'd been thinking (not for the first time) that having our meeting on Friday afternoons was not a wise idea. I'd had the hots for him since I first saw him - but my "Gaydar" isn't great at the best of times. Made worse by the fact that while I masturbate every week...
The last thing Brady expected when he walked in to the band room was to fall in love. He was going to ask the band director to find a recording of the National Anthem to play at a weight lifting fundraiser, but of course the eccentric woman wasn't there. Brady was in no rush to return to class and he figured that as a senior juggling student council and foot...
Over the course of the summer, Tod kept a faithful schedule of visiting Manclub. And in that span of time, I saw him flourish. He was less and less the brooding, uncertain, second-guesser, and more the confident, forward thinking young man I knew him to be. He even took on a kind of swagger; cracking jokes, teasing his sister Candace - albeit, affectionately...
I expected to read a straight-forward note from Daniel about the when and where of our next meeting as I ripped open the note he had left for me after our last weekend of torrent sex. Plus a possible explanation for why he had called my construction-job boss. What I found was something much different; something I could not have imagined; something that would...
The next couple of months flowed on smoothly enough. In addition to the items I brought back from New Orleans, I bought and scavenged enough other things to fully furnish the house. I had planned to keep everything minimal, but Chance insisted that I had to at least get a tv and a sofa for the living area. We had discovered a shared passion for Game of Thron...