My feeling of gathering isolation wasn't helped as we neared the coastline of the small Cape Verde island of Brava that Klaus Gehler said he owned a big slice of and I saw Gehler's red-tile-roofed native stone villa hovering over the top of a cliff. There seemed to be only a narrow pathway through lush semitropical foliage rising and cutting back here and th...
For as long as I can remember I had been friends with Bill We had grown up as good friends enjoying everything from Little League baseball to some of the first times that all friends share From the first cigarettes (stolen from his father`s glove compartment) to the first time drunk (his older brother gave us four beers he had left from a Friday night da...
After Aidan delivered his file to the smirking headmaster, he quickly made his way to his room, still blushing in embarrassment. His roommate Graham looked up from the bed where he was reading a book. Aidan suddenly noticed something - the bed. There was only one. "Th-there's only one bed?" Graham smiled slightly as he sat up. "Yeah. It's meant to teach us...
Part Three: 'Three Men in a Boat' Stephen and I became inseparable after that first afternoon. We lived some distance apart and we must have both worn out a set of 'bike tyres as we took it in turns to visit. If our parents were feeling particularly generous, they would sometimes give us a lift by car, and as a result they soon got acquainted as well. Since...
I would perhaps not have been quite so enthusiastic about accepting Klaus Gehler's invitation for a temporary appointment if I had known that his retreat was on a remote island of the Cape Verde chain, off the coast of east Africa and well within the tropical zone. The saving grace was that before we were going there, we were making a stop in Malta. That isl...
It all began when I was hitching through rural North Carolina back in the early 1970s. I was a young, tight feminine looking man. Light brown hair and long legs. My eyelashes are naturally long and people have said I have eyes like a girl. I was in the navy and that particular day I was wearing my uniform as we did in those days while on liberty. I watched...
I read every word. Then I read it again. "This is to certify that ----------- has been Honorable Discharged from the United States Navy, etc., etc., etc." My sea bag was packed, I was wearing my dress blues and my shoes were shined. I headed for the quarterdeck one last time. A snappy salute to the Officer of the Deck and a salute to the flag, my sea bag on...
"You fuckin' asshole! You fuckin' cheated!" That was my younger brother... and that was his dirty mouth spilling out lies once again. I've lost count on how many times I beat Donny at Mario Kart and he still whines and complains about me cheating. He's such a loser... "Rematch? I'm assuming..." I say with a cocky grin. "What's the fucking point? Your...
Youth, Beauty, a nicely sculpted body and a disarming smile are the necessary ingredients to ensure a comparatively easy and enjoyable life. Eighteen-year-old Joey Griffin had it all and then some. Although he knew how blessed he'd been, he remained a delightful, modest and fun-loving guy who'd do anything you'd ask of him. Secretly, I was hopelessly in love...
I always considered myself straight. I had jerked off to the odd gay porn film, but really because it was a taboo I think. One thing changed all this, though. Well, in theory. As described in my first story, I had joined my college's hiking club in an effort to improve my fitness after a sports injury. I was doing some more gentle exercise - swimming and wa...