A gay story: The Pond The small pond in central Arizona, my home state, reflects green bushes, orange/brown desert soil and a small piece of blue sky. The sun, as it always does, scorches the landscape. My aging red F 150 is parked on the south side of my adobe house in the suburbs. At … Read more
A gay story: Helping Harry “You know I would do most anything for you Harry – but this, well, I don’t think I am ready yet.” He looked at me glum like and I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the old guy. It had been a month since we became more intimate in as much … Read more
A gay story: Hotel Encounters Pt. 02 A story of an overnight business trip and meeting a stranger. This is part two. ———— I woke to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggy from just a few hours of sleep and a little hungover, I groaned as I reached over from the … Read more