In 1985 a friend in England had suggested I rent Lawrence Durrell's villa in Bellapais in Northern Cyprus. My friend was a writer, and he had said, "There are places that can inspire a man, and having read Lawrence Durrell's Alexandria Quartet, I am sure that his villa on Cyprus will be full of inspiration. And I have heard it's available to rent. Go there,...
Gordy was a pushover. From the moment that Bryan Albertson entered the Wilson apparel and gear tent at the Legg Mason tennis tournament in Washington, D.C., the tennis star knew the cute young twink who was modeling tennis apparel and helping at the ball serve exhibit was his for the asking. This wasn't the first time today that Bryan had seen Gordy. The fi...
"We don't have time for this, Ergon. We're going down to the harbor for dinner." "There is always time to make fuck," Ergon answered me. "And we have an hour before we should be down in the harbor. Turks don't eat their evening meal before ten at night." He had come up to the flat after dark—after they had stopped work for the day. The main bath in the hou...
"So, will you go with me?" I looked across the table in the open-air area of Effendi's Restaurant on the Kyrenia Harbor quay, and I could see the need in Tahir. I had known he would ask me that question. That was why I was here, in the Turkish zone, on my last night in Cyprus. Make him happy, the chief of station had said. He hadn't said how to make Tahir...
This draft completed early January 2007 *This is a work of fiction, blah blah blah. Any resemblances to reality are purely coincidental, blah blah blah. * Smoke curled upwards from the man's cigar like a wayward sailboat at sea. A glass of tea sat in front of him, ornamented with a lemon. Slowly he raised the cigar to his lips and took a deep drag, held...
"We have nude beaches here on Cyprus for gay men," the art gallery owner said as he moved around the studio couch in the photo studio behind his Nicosia gallery and fired off camera shots of me posed in the near nude on a blue silk drape. "All of them are on private property, though. I happen to have such a beach—very private—at my beach house near the airpo...
I had a wonderful time on match day this year. Wales were playing France and I spent the day with a lot of straight friends. Seeing those gigantic thighs and enjoying the atmosphere among my macho friends had made me horny as hell. I told them that I'd catch them later and headed off towards the gay area of Cardiff. On the way I realised that I was hungry an...
"Do you have any objections?" The way Fazil was looking at me, sitting by me on the narrow bunk, with the man giant Axel standing by the cabin door beyond him, I felt he wanted me to say I did have objections. And it did frighten me, but it also excited me. It represented just what attracted me to the older, Zeus-like Turk. He was danger. I said nothing, b...
As the clock struck 7 in the middle of the expansive office room of Forum Synergies the crowded cubicles started to thin gradually. The cafeteria of the company, on the other hand, was buzzing with young 20-something all in their colourful Friday dressing and gregarious loud disposition. The cafeteria had all makings of a college canteen. Early dinner was be...
It was all happening so fast. I didn't even have time to feel panic. I just felt a dullness and a foreboding—and a creeping sense of being trapped in a web of some sort. No, more like a cocoon, the sticky thread winding around and around me. Smothering me. "Just a few minutes, Dr. Winthrop, and you can go back to your room. I know this has been a shock to y...