Thank you for your continued support! Sorry for the delay—it was midterm season and I got really busy! I really do appreciate all the kind words and feedback that readers have provided! Here is the next installment of Matt and Jason's tale. Enjoy J ****** Stroke, stroke stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, breathe. Stroke, stroke, stroke, bre...
A boy stumbled through the snow. He carried only one small bag, but acted as if it was made of depleted uranium. He trudged through yet another drift as he thought about how he had gotten there. Could he go back? No. Dieing of cold would be better than going back. He pulled his thin denim jacked around his frail shoulders and trudged on. He glared at the gro...
We've come to the end of Jake and Owen's story; however, because I am self-indulgent there will be the first chapter as re-told by Owen so that people can get a better handle on why Owen does what he does and his general perspective. I have fudged some hockey facts to make the narrative smoother—for any hockey fans: I do apologize. Thank you for sticking thr...
Second Night in the Park I was so nervous I didn't think I could go through with it, but I followed him deeper into the trees anyway. What are you doing, John? I asked myself. This guy could be crazy -- he could be a fag-basher -- he might beat the crap out of you -- maybe kill you! Why are you doing this? Why don't you go somewhere you can actually see...
"Have you had time to read my manuscript yet?" No response. We were sitting by the pool of our house in George Town, capital of the Cayman Islands, both of us only in our Speedos. We hadn't been in our Speedos for very long. We'd come out to the pool to cool off after sex, although the sex hadn't been that heated. Collin had lain on his back on the bed, and...
The most exclusive fraternity at the small Midwestern college I attended was Alpha-Theta-Kappa (ΑΘΚ), more commonly called the A-OKs. The interesting thing was it was not money, prestige or any of the usual things that got young men noticed by frats that made A-OK so exclusive. In fact no one outside of the fraternity knew anything about the admission criter...
ERIC It's mid-afternoon on a Thursday in early July, day one of my Grand Canyon Gay Rafting Adventure, and a long day it's been. Yesterday Tom welcomed us individually to the hotel in Vegas then hosted an evening meet-and-greet in the lounge. Tom is tour director, openly gay, about fifty, moderately overweight, friendly, soft-spoken and kind, his psoriasis...
part 1 We see them everywhere. Bums, hobos, homeless, whatever you call them, they seem to be everywhere. Or the teens who want you to buy beer for them, worse still are the able bodied ones that are just too fucking lazy to get a job. I have no patience for moochers. I can't remember the last time I stop for gas, that I wasn't accosted for change. Tonight...
Apologies that this chapter took a little longer than expected. Real life got in the way and I didn't want to rush the story just for the sake of speed. There's a lot of ground to cover so it's another extra long addition this time. There was more planned for this chapter, but length prevented it so I will be extending the series yet again, now to a planned...
Last spring during my junior year in college, as a reward for keeping my grades up, my folks sprung for me go down to Mexico with some friends from school for Spring Break. I go to a small Christian college in southern Indiana an hour from where I grew up. It's not the most understanding place. And while is easy to find some fun it's not a place I can be o...