I always knew of the man who lived in the house at the end of the dead end street as the Creeper. His real name was Mr. Manson, and I thought that his first name was Barry or Barney or something like that. The word around the school was that he liked boys, and from the time I was in elementary school, to the time I was a senior in high school, I was warned b...
"Isn't that precious," the matron sitting to my left in the Minstrel dining room of the cruise ship was saying. "A young man has taken his father on a cruise. And he's so attentive to the older man's needs. I so wish my grandson... uh, my son... John could be like that." That was Margaret. Sheila, sitting to my right and a little close for comfort, agreed w...
"Man, how did you score five days of shore leave?" Navy E-2 Tex Collins muttered, faking a hurt. "Aced the last three inspections and built up my days," E-1 Randy Harrison answered. He was standing at the mirror just a couple of steps from their upper-lower bunk on the destroyer, the USS Deringer, parked just outside of the inner harbor at Manama, Bahrain....
(This is the first of a series about a single guy who gets laid pretty often but likes the Bud Side, too. A close associate at works sends an email that stimulates conversation, and a whole lot more. As with all my stories, there is no basis in reality and the characters reflect no one I know now nor have ever known...these are merely the expression of a wil...
As both Sven and Kurt stepped into the big shower stall with me, it wasn't difficult to remind me of the differences between my size and theirs. I was a small frail 18-year old, and these were two of the biggest, most rugged looking men I had ever seen in my life. They towered over me as they came into the stall and stepped beneath the twin shower heads, my...
Like a puppy following its master, I was right on Mr. Jarvis' heels as he entered his bedroom. He stepped over to the bed and turned on a light sitting one of the bedside tables. The light cast a warm glow over the room. I looked around and the room was tastefully decorated without being overly ornate. You could see from the types of pictures on the walls an...
"There was a time when you believed in Magic," Lenore said quietly, all the while staring at me with those weird, gold cat's eyes of hers. "Believed in the land of the Summer people." I hated it when she sprang that old soul shit on me. Not only was it creepy as hell, but the last thing I needed was to have to worry about past lives. I was having a bitch o...
I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets-- one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine. "To see the world in a grain of sand," I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right. God a...
I started hearing from the college scouts the next morning. Men angrily calling me from all over the country whining over why I had rejected the football scholarship their university offered and demanding to know who I'd signed my Letter of Intent with. There wasn't any sense in denying the truth; they could find out easily enough. When I told each of them t...
Readers: Warning. This story takes a definite turn away from happy. Read at your own risk. * I woke up the following morning before my alarm clock went off feeling well rested. I shouldn't have been surprised really. The Fine Arts Presentation ended before nine, and Jesse's mother wanted him to go directly home. Without any opportunity to be alone, especi...