Peach bitten sweetly in the spring ripens to full cut-sleeve perfection in the summer. P'ai had heard the sweet song of Wang-t'ao, the handsome stranger from Wuhan his father had met at the Yangtze ferry stand, many times before in the brief time Wang-t'ao had been in the village, but now it was bringing tears to his eyes. He could not be sure why, but he w...
When Rick felt "that way," and especially when he was a little short of cash, he often took a plastic disk Frisbee or two and went out to Wallgreen Park, a few miles beyond the town limits, to go through the Frisbee golf course. He rarely made it through all nine "holes" of the course, and making it to the end rarely was the reason he went out there. He also...
It was a great marina but the piers were ungodly long. The boat I was looking for was a forty-three foot sport fisherman and the dock master told me I would find it at the end of this pier. I had met the owner on line and he was halfway expecting me to come and visit him today. He had told me he had been having some dreams of having a gay experience and was...
If the CEO of my company hadn't seen me recently in that gay bar over on 12th and Madison, I don't know how long it would have taken me to get invited to the executive floor. But Pete Peterson had seen me, and there I was, in his conference room, sitting in a second-row position in the weekly executive meeting. I'd been surprised, but pleasantly so, to see...
The memories kept coming to me in the form of dreams, or I guess nightmares would be more accurate. In the dark the feeling of being helpless and used like a blow up sex doll would wake me from a sound sleep. My girlfriend blamed my lack of interest in her usually charming ways on the stress of building up my career in music; I knew that my problems ran dee...
He trembled with fury as he drove away from his friend's home. Ivan Novahich couldn't believe what had just happened at Dean Ryker's house. Ryker had been his best friend for three years. They worked in the same office and went to lunch together most days. They had attended conferences together, gotten drunk, and shared whores. They watched basketball togeth...
Thank you for your wonderful response to my first two stories. "Looking for Mr. Wells" and "My Cross Country Adventure". This story finds me getting involved in another unusual relationship, this time with an older gentlemen. * Chapter 1. Locker room flirting. It was all I could do to keep from getting aroused in an obvious way. I was already plenty excit...
Go through downtown in any major city and you see them, those glass boxes. They are the modern cathedrals to capitalism where investment banks, law firms, corporate headquarters and the like tower over the rest of their respective communities, lording their strength and influence. Interesting that they are called glass boxes since one ordinarily associates g...
I was fighting to come up from a great depth, swimming hard against the current, trying to force my eyes open. "I want to live," I moaned, although whether internally, to myself only, or out loud, I did not know. "But I want this too. Deeper, thicker. Stretch me, possess me. Wrap your dick around my heart and squeeze me. Harder, deeper. Moooaaan. I want to...
I always found it interesting how total strangers could get into deep conversations while seated side by side on an airplane. I guess it's a way to pass the time, realizing that they will probably never meet again. The smooth looking man seated next to the attractive woman on the other side of the aisle was describing something and I wondered if he was spinn...