What you're about to read: This is a work of historical fiction—recent history—inspired by actual accounts, so it's rather realistic though definitely fictional. The novel is built around themes I find erotic: captivity, sexual tension, male intimacy. However (disclaimer and spoiler), you won't find any full-blown sex here. This is the story of a queerly rom...
Chapter 30 The chair was so hard. I shifted and pulled my feet up under me, wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. Cold in here too. As soon as I'd gotten to the station in the back of the patrol car, they took me to this interrogation room and walked out. I'd been sitting here, alternately pacing and trying to get comfortable in the hard metal chair, f...
Turnabout is Fair Play I don't know what it is about me that makes people think I am gay. Sure, I'm only 5' 6" and weigh 130 pounds; am shy around girls and display undue reverence towards alpha males and older men - but that doesn't mean I'm gay, does it? Yeah, okay, I admit it -- I am a compulsive masturbator and some of my fantasies involve men's di...
My name is Kevin Pettifer. I am just twenty-five years old. I am a regular sailor in the Royal Navy, which I joined as a cadet when I was eighteen years old and in which I now hold the non-commissioned rank of Petty Officer: Petty Officer Pettifer! I have just been promoted to this rank and posted to what seems like my dream job: chief physical education ins...
All characters in this story are over 18. Lee swung the axe over his head, hitting the split willow branch dead center and separating it clean to make two shorter logs. Replacing them with another piece of wood, he paused to wipe the sweat from his brow with his bare arm. He looked down at the pile of wood near his feet. Only twenty more and he was done. I...
This is the second of two stories about the early naval career of one, Kevin Pettifer, who aged eighteen, by dint of his own efforts, pulled himself out of a working-class dead-end existence in a northern English city and became a Petty Officer in the Royal Navy. Before reading this story, you should first read its precursor: The Making of a Gay Disciplinari...
Chapter One: New Year's Eve 1989 There were four of them on the bed in the second-floor master bedroom of the Baccarat Hotel and Residence Condo building on Manhattan's West 53rd Street, conveniently located near the Broadway theater district. The caterers were downstairs in the living area doing last-minute preparations for Ted Sullivan's early-evening buf...
Prologue My business card is very discrete. It says quite simply Sebastian - Male Escort By appointment only Telephone xxxxxxxx For those unfamiliar with the term 'Male Escort', let me explain. It is a euphemism for a man who is a professional copulator, selling what is usually known as anal stimulation to his exclusively male clientele. Crudely put, a M...
[Author's Notes: This story is dedicated to a co-worker. Chad, if you ever happen to read this (which I seriously doubt) and figure out that you're the one I'm writing about, please don't hate me for the fantasy and please continue to be friends with me. It's just a fantasy that will never be acted out in our very happy yet separate, monogamous, straight liv...
CHAPTER 1 My name is Kevin Maitland; Kevin Connor Maitland to be exact. I live and work on what is usually known as the Near North Side in Chicago. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of one of America's largest cities, Chicago sits at the south west tip of Lake Michigan. It is essentially a rectilinear city, with streets running either n...