Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 9 by kidboise I settled back into wakeful existence with the fluttering undulation of a dead leaf, or of a sheet of paper, sidestepping erratically in its journey to the floor. Not one to suffer confusion upon waking, I resumed acknowledgment of my location without … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 7 by kidboise Once we were stopped I got out. Mikey pulled the brake and met me in front of the car, where the engine clicked away like a sewing machine and the street was a pool of white. He engulfed me in a tight … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 5 by kidboise I showed Mikey to the bathroom so he could clean himself up, then used my underwear to wipe down my own torso. When I finished I dropped them into the hamper and retrieved a new pair from my dresser. I waited until … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 6 by kidboise My willingness to listen had, a handful of times, placed me into a peculiar conversation with individuals who, although hailing from vastly different walks of life, each described the same phenomenon. There existed at some point in their past an insurmountable inner-struggle … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 3 by kidboise Before bed and after an evening spent in mostly worthless reflection only half-interrupted by a trip to the gym and the resulting takeout meal, I made a promise to myself. I would never pressure Mikey. Whether out of fear or discretion, or … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 4 by kidboise I did not wake until close to noon. Marie had left already to satisfy a prior obligation. I drank two brimming glasses of water, locked the door behind me and slept through much of the transit back home. By the time the … Read more
Latest gay male story: Mikey and the Chickadee – Chapter 2 by kidboise Disappointment does not ask permission to enter one’s life; this was the irrefutable truth with which I was comfortably familiar. What I had forgotten was its stoic disregard for any pleasantness that may have entered before it. Later that morning I had … Read more