I went out running one night during finals week, the stress from lack of sleep had begun to get to me. Running always helped calm my mind, and give me a much needed burst of energy. I ran along my usual route, down the river road for a ways, then passed the music school and around the hill by the science museum. I stopped to catch my breath around some statu...
It was Sunday afternoon. Three days, and I had nothing. Nothing. Nada. Nil. Zero. Zilch. White screen on Word. Asterisks rained on my page while childhood melodies flooded my head: Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing-- nothing, nothing all day long. Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing, how do you like my nothing song? I managed to type my thoughts, my desi...
This is a story about my friendship with a young man named Robert. He lived in the same road as I, some two doors away. He was about 18 years old at the time my family and I moved into the area. He lived with is mom and dad, at the time I was about 30 years old and lived with my wife and two sons. At times, I would meet Robert in the road or on my weekly wal...
I would perhaps not have been quite so enthusiastic about accepting Klaus Gehler's invitation for a temporary appointment if I had known that his retreat was on a remote island of the Cape Verde chain, off the coast of east Africa and well within the tropical zone. The saving grace was that before we were going there, we were making a stop in Malta. That isl...
When we pull apart his eyes are wild and hungry, the red flame flickering albeit lazily. "That was some ride." "You asked for it." "I did, didn't I. Don't let me ask for it too often. I could get addicted." "No chance of that my love. I enjoy making love to you straight too much." "Straight?" he asks with a twinkle in his eye and raised eyebrows. "You...
Ahh, the days of drifting down to the square after lunch and sitting around ogling the local Turkish Cypriot men and letting them ogle me until I got that certain look from one I fancied and took him up to my Lawrence Durrell-rented villa and let him vigorously, joyously, and noisily fuck my brains out on a lounger under the sun on the terrace overlooking th...
The passage of the Straits of Gibraltar into the Mediterranean two days following the visit of the second of Billy's night lovers was the occasion of much celebration on board. In keeping with naval tradition, Captain Bainbridge declared a half work day, double rum rations, and a festive meal for officers and sailors alike. It was also the opportunity to ha...
The phone rang. It was midnight. I knew it was Joel. The dreams of his absence were over. This was the reality of hearing that voice I had held silently in my throat all these years to hear. I picked up the receiver. Joel said, "It's St. Nicks and it's raining." I told him not to be a puppet again. Not to be a marionette. To stop being sad. To stop hiding...
When I was young, I had a different attitude. I wanted it all, and I had it all, but it was like a right then, a god-given right, and I found it easily. I never quite lost it, and now I have it all again, but no, not like I did back then. Not like the days when I was young and I first found my escape on the island, in the Bellapais villa. Ahh, the days of...
Author's Note: This is either a tentacle story in the gay section or a gay story in the nonhuman section. To write I used a talk to text program that isn't always accurate. If you like my work, please consider helping me edit so I can publish the dozens of backlogged stories in this series. World War T is a series of independent, vaguely interconnected stor...