This is the story of a gay man in a hostile anti-gay military environment, who has to endure therapy by a homophobic medic. This story contains homosexuality. If you object or its not allowed in your area, leave now. Thanks to my friend KABS and Gingerninja for editing for me! ***** The year was 1984. South Africa wasn't a happy place. I was in the army...
"It's time for your 4 o'clock Dr. Roberts" Fabian O' Patrick, Dr. Robert's secretary said, quietly poking his head through the door of your office. "Yes send them in." Leon Roberts said adjusting his papers on the desk. His 2:30 appointment had left quite the mess in his office. Patrick nodded and opened the door. In walked a tall man who...
Previously: "I have to go back to Marcus, Jack." I kissed him softly this time and I was surprised by the groan I let out. I was in complete shock. I forced myself away from him, hopped out of his Ford F-150 and walked to my car. I felt his eyes watching me. For some reason, I knew he was smiling. This scared the shit out of me. What am I thinking? I'm not r...
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The more time I spend awake the more I wish I could undo the last few weeks. I still feel trapped in grey, but I now have guilt and remorse to carry with me. I've had bad times before, days where I'd withdrawn and been laid up by depression. But never before have I deliberately hurt myself. Though to be honest, I hadn't tried to hurt myself. I tried to die....
Connor was eventually kicked out of the room and was forced to wait in the waiting room until visiting hours started again. It was six in the morning and he hadn't gotten an ounce of sleep the whole night, when he saw Dalton walking towards the front desk. He held his jacket and was forced to wear his bloody clothes he had been wearing during the crash. He h...
FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THIS STORY FROM THE BEGINNING, YOU CAN PROBABLY SKIP THIS PART. SORRY TO MAKE YOU DEAL WITH IT EVERY TIME, BUT AT LEAST I MAKE IT EASY TO SPOT! FOR EVERYONE ELSE, MOST OF MY CHAPTERS DO NOT CONTAIN SEX. THIS IS ONE OF THOSE CHAPTERS. IF YOU READ THIS, I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. IF YOU DON'T ENJOY IT, AT LEAST I'LL KNOW IT WASN'T' BEC...
Dillon's arms ached in a way that he couldn't remember them having done before. His shoulders cried out each time he moved, his back throbbing in time with the beating of his heart. None of that mattered, though. Tonight, he had done something he hadn't believed possible just a week ago. Without any help from Nurse Sterning or Seth, he had used the bar to g...
Beverly waits until our second drink to say, "Lee, you said you wanted to talk, what is on your mind." I trust Beverly she is my closest friend. We lived together for a couple of years, then broke up last year in 1974, deciding we like being friends more than being a couple. Occasionally, if the sexual energy is right, we have a sexual interlude. Taking a t...
I couldn't be faulted for doing my best to fight off the depression from these urges that had clutched at me since high school. My parents, bless them, had done what they could to help me—my dad, especially, by guiding me through various sports programs, giving his all to the effort to give me the All-American sports hero life—using up all my time so I didn'...