Gosh, has it really been eight months since I last posted. Oops Sorry. I guess you'll need a catch-up as much as I did. So here's the story so far. Ben, when desperate for a little extra cash, discovered that there was good money to be made running in races as a 'ponyboy'. Despite being assured that the worst he would be subjected to would be a 'certain amo...
Over the years I have come to realize either you change with time or you are left behind. That being said want to tell you of one major change in my life. That's being able to accept it's okay to look at men as a possible sex partner and not as someone that is nasty to come into contact with. For years us men have loved the idea of getting a blow job from...
Ryan's story. ------- Jay was a guy I knew from the neighborhood bar I went to in Manhattan. Not a close friend, just someone I saw in there from time to time. A few years older than my close circle. We played pool together and watched a ballgame or two. On TV and even up at the stadium a couple of times. I liked the bar, it was pretty low-key and there...
"Are you sure? You don't have to go through with this." But, who was I kidding. Julio's choices had been shut down that first night—the night I'd found him supposedly by chance, but with chance having nothing to do about it. He'd been had even before I approached him at the Noobai Café, the discreet little gay hookup bar in the Restele district of Lisbon, n...
I was still in full time education and spent all my time dreaming about the girls I wanted to fuck. It was girls who turned me on and it was girls that I wanted to get to grips with. Trouble was opportunity had just not come my way. I had a friend called David and we hung around together quite a lot. The main topic of our conversation was girls and it seeme...
Sun streamed into my hotel room, waking me from my alcohol aided slumber. My head ached, my mouth was dry and my memory of the night before was spotty at best. I heard the shower in my room running and confusion set in. I had come to the conference alone and I had no idea who could be showering in my room. I recalled talking to a woman named Janice early at...
[Author's note: Arthur Deepuin and Digitalis (and the other characters mentioned) are from another body of work; I write these short stories for character development purposes, which is why characters who seem superfluous are mentioned. Also, Arthur belongs to a race called Andynes, who are humanoid with birdlike wings, and Digitalis is half Andyne, and half...
"You must be Mr. Markham. I'm afraid you're almost too late," the elderly lady said at the cottage door in the sparsely populated outskirts of Lelystad, itself on the outskirts of Amsterdam. "And there will be no chance of getting material for your article, I'm sorry to say. Perhaps you might as well have the taxi wait." "I'm sorry, should I not bother to c...
DISCLAMER: I WROTE THIS STORY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEART . If the names or stories are similar to yours, I am sorry. ©Joseph Parrott * Ever since Jacob Twisdale, Jake for short, was at least 7, he knew he was different than most guys. He didn't like playing sports, or getting his hands dirty. He liked fashion, and fines. He was picked on at school for this....
Dress rehearsal for Defiance was exhausting—for me, at least, since I had to dance in it. But I'm sure it was nerve-wracking for Masters and Handelsman, too, because this was their last crack at making it right before the drama critics descended on them. They were so pumped up on reviewing and celebrating and agonizing over minutia on the production that the...