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We met in college. I imagined I was straight, and she taught me otherwise, approaching me brazenly on a frat house dance floor and peremptorily cupping my sweaty breasts and sticking her tiny tongue in my mouth. I was drunk—the refuge I sought when trying to explain what happened through the night after that when I woke to find her curled against my body the next morning. It was a ballsy move, if I may use the term, not least because I was legitimately twice her size. She was elfin—perhaps five feet, and not much past a hundred pounds. I not only towered over her, but our relative proportions made…

July finally gave way to August, and that meant David would be returning to college. They met up one last time, on a warm Tuesday evening. Neither was sure how things would go, and they hadn’t spoken about deepening the sexual nature of their relationship. And when they met–this time at the edge of the baseball field, since both of their parents were home–there was nothing all that exciting they could do. Riley joked that they could go under the bleachers and– “And what?” David asked. Get your cock back in my mouth, Riley wanted to say, but he didn’t. “Nothing.” Riley felt bad for answering so curtly. But David…

“You’re Gordy Hightower, right?” Gordy looked up through the haze of drugs and booze and the wandering hands of the two stagehands who were introducing him to the delights of the Big O Ranch Nightclub outside of Colorado Springs. “Yeah, that’s me. Something you want signed?” he asked, his voice a bit slurred, a hand brushing the long, straight, black hair away from his face. Gordy was a handsome, perfectly proportioned Lakota Native American of twenty-three and a current pop music star doing a national tour. He was giving a concert at the nearby Red Rocks open-air amphitheater the next night, and two of the stagehands, knowing he was gay…

[Note: this is an entry in an “exactly 750-words” writing exercise. ] “See one you like?” the manager of the Chiang Mai male brothel asked as we stood in front of the window display of male prostitutes. The German tourist, Dieter, but only for today—usually a U.S. military intel officer named Peter working the war raging in Vietnam to the east of Thailand—pretended to mull the offerings. He had a possessive arm around me. He wasn’t looking just for himself. He was looking for us, and we’d followed the old Vietnamese colonel in and made sure he was among those standing by. “You said there would be a discount if…

As I placed the ball down on the penalty spot, I took a deep breath and had a second to take in my surroundings. 40,000 people, plus millions more on the T.V. all waited with bated breath, as I tried to calm my nerves ready to take this penalty. If I score, Wembley surely awaits, where we will play our biggest rivals in the FA Cup Final, with it also being the first time Sungate Albion had ever reached that far. If I missed, the dream would be over, and thousands and thousands of dejected fans would have me to blame for it. Who’d be a footballer, ey? The ground…

A low chime announced the arrival of the third course. I let it sit in the dumbwaiter for now and looked across the table at my companion and smiled warmly as she spoke. Her words had chilled me on the inside. I hope it didn’t show in my smile. She had unknowingly revealed to me that she had been suffering from low-grade posttraumatic stress disorder or at least a minor depersonalization disorder (I am a neurologist, psychology wasn’t my specialty and the finer points of difference escaped me right then) for the last three years and none of us that knew her or cared for her had ever suspected. Looking…

Julia and I were very close. We shared all our secrets and deepest thoughts and were constant pillars of support to each other. Being a teenager is a wonderful thing when one looks back on it. The sort of friendship that can be gained at that younger age is incomparable to anything that may proceed. Together we went through life’s rich tapestries sampling all the terrible and wonderful experiences along the way. The first time I smoked a cigarette was with Julia. I can remember the occasion clearly. She had come to my house and had stood panting at the doorstep pleading with me to come out and try it…

[Note: this is an entry in an “exactly 750-words” writing exercise. ] That I would go out to the gay roadhouse on the edge of town with blizzard warnings posted was a signal of my great need for a hookup. The snow hadn’t started when I got to the bar in the dark but it was coming. I’d never had trouble hooking up at this roadhouse, and I didn’t this time either. Guys were staying away, not wanting to be caught in a blizzard. I’d barely bellied up to the bar when I had two guys on either side, both offering to buy me a drink. My thought was “only…

The Seduction All characters in this little tale are at least 18 years old. A pair of deeply tanned muscular calves was my first view of Jeff. When he walked up, I was lying on my back under my SUV, changing the oil. “Hello,” he said in his mellow masculine voice. “Hello, yourself,” I answered, “what can I do for you?” “I’m new in town. My wife and I just moved in across the street. I saw you working on your car. I need to hook up a used washer and dryer and wondered if I could borrow some tools?” I crawled out from under the car and looked up…

Hello! First of all, I wanted to say sorry for everyone who was waiting for the next chapter of my previous story. You see, I knew how the direction of the story would go, but… writing it down is much harder than expected and I had neglected it not knowing how to properly write them. So for everyone still waiting, I apologize it might not come anywhere in near future. However, to make up for everyone’s disappointment: here’s a story I wrote together with a friend. This one deals with straight up cheating and naughty… wild… uncontrollable sex between the boyfriend and his boyfriend’s best friend. I hope you enjoy!…