Dale lights a cigarette on the back porch. It's raining out, but only just. It's that misty, dewy sort of rain that isn't really worth wearing an umbrella in but leaves your clothes damp all day. He snaps the lighter closed and puts it in his sweater pocket, staring back into my living room through the screen door. He looks contemplative, taking a drag like...
This is one of a series of stories that revolve around the hand-rolled cigar and the men who use them, smoke them and make them, and it was inspired by the following paragraph- During the same period, cigar smoking had become so popular among gentlemen in Britain and France that European trains introduced smoking cars to accommodate them, and hotels and clu...
Midnight Cowboys We found the red VW out in the parking lot, back in the rows where Management wanted the employees to park. I loosened my tie, and then untied the half-Windsor knot and yanked it from my shirt it. "Too hot for work clothes," I said. "I wish I had brought something to change into." Alexander looked at me, nodding in agreement and shrugged...
Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I based this on an actual organic encounter from my college days, and I didn't want to excise that context. In real life, I left the party when "Billy" drunkenly tried to start a fight with someone there. I've always wondered where his shameless flirting on t...
I knew that I shouldn't have gone out the night before. Too many beers and staying out way too late was taking its toll on me as the alarm sounded at 7 am on Saturday morning. I was in my Sophomore year of college and during registration the only day that the Psych 1 class was available was on Saturday morning from 9 am until 12 pm. I had done well the first...
I am Mark Farrel who is a 50 years old married man. This is my first (and not my last one) gay encounter with my neighbor next door. For almost 30 years my wife and I we have good marriage, and over the years we have been through the bad and have very good relationship, and we a very good sexual marriage. We both like porn, and watch them enjoy them. I esp...
As soon as Roger walked through the saloon-style doors, Kent reached for a glass. He'd never before seen a man in such need of a drink. If the dark rings under his brown eyes weren't enough, his incorrectly buttoned-up shirt and mop of dishevelled brown hair clearly used to more attention than it was currently getting were a clear indication that Roger was...
Years ago, when I was in high school, I had been having a smoke in the pump house behind the swimming pool. It was a very secluded place and I had hardly ever encountered anyone there yet suddenly the door opened. In a panic I threw my cigarette down on the rough concrete floor, crushed it out and prepared to run but an arm grabbed hold of me and held tight....
It was another afternoon walking the dogs, early fall when it's still warm enough to wear shorts and a light jacket while out in the weather. The area I go to is mixed-use with a nice, wide separated running and bicycling path. There are also dirt trails that wind around through the brush and trees. Everything does a big loop back to the parking lot. I nor...
Lit paper 2003 Daniel pushed open the heavy steel door of the student art studios and stepped into the bright, hot midday light of an early September afternoon, blinking against the sun. He pulled out his dark shades, slipping them on as he strode across the pavement shimmering in the heat towards the Commons, the sidewalks crowded with a flood of students...