The guitarist had been playing flamenco rhythms when I joined Ralph Peters, Sean Madden, and Holland Howard at one of the back tables in the Kennedy Center's small KC Jazz Club hall in Washington, D.C. I'd had a few stops to make after our practice of the Gay Men's Chorus of Washington at its P Street rehearsal hall just west of Dupont Circle. Ralph, who was...
"I'm not quite sure what to say . . . um, Jamie, was it? We've never had a walk-in on this before. I think maybe you should be talking to—" "You are Sam Winterberry of the special unit, aren't you?" "Yes, but I don't know how you knew anything about such a unit or about me. Could you just sit here a minute and—" Sam Winterberry had never in his long years...
"Sorry about that. I didn't realize it had been on. I'll turn it off." I reached into my tux jacket pocket and dragged out my cell phone. The Belgian diplomat sitting across the cocktail table from me in the Bourbon Steak Lounge bar of the Four Seasons Georgetown Hotel lifted his hands in a "no problem" shrug and gave me a pleasant smile. We had stopped he...
Dan responded to the ad Laura placed on Adrian's behalf on Saturday night. They ended up hanging out on Sunday, with Dan receiving more fellatio before going home to bed. All Adrian's point of view for the next few chapters. Comments appreciated, unless they're insults or rants about NI or other politics. _____________ I get to sleep just fine, and wake...
THE INGRAM-LEWIS CHRONICLES OLIVER'S FIRST SCHOOL DAYS A Homoerotic Short Story By Jason Land This is the first of a series of, stand-alone, short stories set in the early part of the twentieth century, concerning the life and times of members of an English upper class family, the Ingram-Lewis's. ***** The cane was tapping gently across a splendid pa...
*This is a real story, my own story in fact. It's about one of my sex buddy, and to protect his privacy and confidentiality, I shall call him Rick for the purpose of this story. Please forgive my poor command in English! Let me know what you think.* __________________________________________________ Chapter 1: Rick As he caressed my body more and more pa...
I'd been living in my Grandparent's house for three weeks. I found myself sometimes referring to it as "Weathering Heights" but no one beside Mom and Wes got it. "You make the perfect Catherine baby bro," Wes had said when he found me waiting at the end of the drive way for him one night when we had a huge rain storm. I found a job at the local bookstore,...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
I just started a new training class at work. A whole bunch of us are being drafted into a new department due to the "needs of the business." Most of the people aren't too happy about it, since it's a sales-type of department. We'll get our base pay, plus an incentive; not a commission, but an incentive. I've decided to have a positive attitude about it - it...
Reminiscences of a Grammar-School Boy By Jason Land These are the reminiscences of a working class, grammar school boy in the years immediately following the end of the Second World War in May 1945 in the industrial north of England. My name is Jonathan David Robertson and I was born in June 1936 so that in 1945 I was eleven years old. For those of my re...