After the other night with his wife I wasn't sure whether I expected Jack to show up at the bar or not. But there he was, just like he was every Thursday after the closing bell on Wall Street. And there I was too. Sitting at the bar, in my usual spot, nursing my drink and saving him a seat next to me. He sat down just as he always did. "Marc," he asked wit...
September, 1969 Big Man on Campus It had been a fabulous summer, and the amazing experience of having my first real lover still had my mind reeling. Alexander 's abrupt departure left me anxious to be moving on myself. I had no idea how to process the idea that I was a fucking queer, not completely, anyway. I jus knew that the sex had been fabulous and I w...
A clenched fist struck him right in the jaw, right at the edge of his well-groomed mutton chops and the spot blossomed in pain. He didn't keep his guard up and paid for it dearly. The crowd that surrounded the make-shift ring roared. He staggered back at the sheer force of the blow, his eyes losing and regaining focus. The rage welled up inside him and he pu...
"You're there," Danny said it as if he was surprised that Clint picked up on the phone call. "You alone and home?" "Yes, Danny, I'm on the line and home and alone. And unless I haven't opened my eyes yet, it's still dark out. What gives?" He rolled over to a sitting position in his bed and turned on the bedside lamp. It was barely 5:00 a.m. "Got a big one...
Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider: 1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. In some cases, these depictions may get kinky, and include borderline S&M. 2. It is set in the early 1960s, an era before the Civil Rights Act of 1964 when segregation and discrimination were the norm. African Americans were refer...
There had to be a way of opening this guy up, Clint thought as he walked into The Dugout bar the next afternoon. I've got to find it; I can't just let this ride like Danny wants me to. I hope he hasn't disappeared on us. Greg Garrison hadn't disappeared. He was working the bar at The Dugout and looking just as happy as he could be. He must know, Clint thou...
I was in the island for two days. Through one of my contacts I had arranged for a resident to show me around and a guy in his early 20s called Mussad (not his real name of course) was the dude who took up the job. Upon arrival in the island in the morning Mussad offered to let me sleep in his room 'because it will save me the money' but just to be nice I o...
The next night, as Will and I were going to bed, I reminded him that he had promised me another story. Will was slipping into a black teddy, with a ridiculous amount of red, furry fringe. (I'd worn the silly thing only once, at Will's insistence that he wasn't turned on by anything that hasn't been pre-worn by me.) By now, though, I was getting used to seein...
*All characters are 18+ Subsequent chapters may take a little longer as I will be working on Poor Simon* Darryl Smith did not have an exulted life. He was not living the American dream. He was a janitor at a high school with a social society like Lord of the Flies. The teachers were snooty, the sports stars got their asses kissed by everyone, and every...
It was patently evident to Colonel Nesmith Norman what the nawab was so clumsily suggesting. The pretty girl who was being presented to him and who was one of the nawab’s many daughters borne to him no doubt by one of his many wives was fully at Colonel Norman’s disposal should he so desire. This had become one of the many acknowledged perquisites in a caree...