By the age of sixteen, I had a very comfortable upbringing. I was an only child, and my parents got divorced by the time I was twelve. It was not a tragedy in my life because I was the complete antithesis of my dad. He was a ruffian and had always thought of me as a sissy. After his departure, I had four great years as the man of the house. My mother was always attracted to uber-masculine men, but fortunately, they came a...

Buster was the epitome of masculine perfection. He was nineteen years old and lived with his mother who was my neighbour. Maggie, his mother, was a buxom woman with whom I got along extremely well after I bought my house six months before. Maggie was a rough diamond who took no shit from anyone. If she did not have two sons and had formerly been in a relationship, I would have assumed she was a butch lesbian, which was no...

By the time I was forty, I had made enough money to retire. My decision to do so got accelerated by the housebreaking I endured one frightening evening. I will not bore you with those details, suffice to say, it was a harrowing experience and I was fortunate not to endure physical harm. The ordeal, however, made me take stock of my life, and I decided to spend the rest of my days in a safer environment. On one of my holid...

In the circle of friends I hung out with, invariably a hunk named, Darcy always seemed to be in the mix at parties. When I first saw Darcy, his looks overwhelmed me. Darcy was six-foot-four-inches-tall, incredibly handsome, and had a magnificently proportioned body. There was no doubt that he was a gym bunny. In time my estimation of him waned. He had the supercilious bearing of someone announcing, ‘just eat your fuckin’...

Decades ago, when I was a young man, I discovered the eighth wonder of the world; namely, glory holes. I was a sales representative in those days and had a large territory to cover. I particularly liked the smaller malls that essentially consisted of a multi supermarket chain with a handful of stores facing the supermarket tills within the enormous structure. To explain more fully, these malls had delightful toilet facili...

I bought a home in a small wayward village one hundred miles away from a large city where I was employed. With modern technology, I was able to work from home, and only had to spend two or three days a month in the city. Fortunately, I had a good friend who accommodated me during my visits, and I always reciprocated his kindness by taking him out to dinner during my visits. An additional bonus of this was that I visited g...

In the rural area that Gracie grew up in, the wealthiest farmer was Solomon. Solomon had married his childhood sweetheart named Agnes. In one of life’s ironies, the couple were unable to have children. After several miscarriages, the doctors finally told Agnes that she would never be able to conceive a child. Solomon was dead-set against adoption and he and Agnes decided, that their successful farm would therefore be bequ...

In the sparsely populated country where I lived, there was a low-security prison housing several hundred inmates. The reason for my revelation; was that I was caught one evening with enough contraband to, possibly send me to this prison. I got a reduced sentence due to my youth and cooperation, without having to spill the beans. In other words, I took the fall. The main perpetrator in this saga was a friend of mine who wa...

When my dad got transferred to the head office of the company he worked for, we found ourselves in a new city far north of where we formally lived. My father’s efforts had finally paid off and he got a substantial promotion. Although my mother and I were not ecstatic about the relocation, we accepted our fate graciously. Having turned sixteen, I was about to embark on the penultimate year of my high school career, and lea...

My mother always marched to the beat of her own drum. Mum grew up in a blue-collar family with two ultra-masculine brothers. Both siblings, as well as her father, were as rough as a bear’s arse. Grannie was hardly a dainty flower and down to earth. I had little recollection of granddad, who passed away when I was six. When mum was in her early twenties, she had a brief relationship with a man twenty years older than she w...

One of the first lessons I learned when I embraced a gay lifestyle was that preconceived philosophies were a waste of time. Many gay men seemed to have a list of commandments when it came to sexual encounters. Comments like; too old, too fat, too skinny, too ugly, et cetera, are commonplace notions that get bandied. Early on, I made the monumental discovery that looks had nothing to do with great sex. Often, when I got bl...

When my mother agreed to allow my uncle, her brother, Greyson, to take me on a hunting holiday in the rustic outback of the Canadian wilderness, nothing could have prepared me for the summer holiday that I was about to undertake. I had seen very little of Greyson as I was growing up. My only recollection of Greyson was that he was a huge hairy oddball, who lived a rustic existence and did not like human beings. Greyson ha...

I am a ceramic artist. Although the functional pieces paid the rent, my more artistic creations drive my passion. Thankfully, these pieces also do very well, and I exhibit them successfully in numerous galleries. Fortuitously, when my favourite, unmarried aunt of mine passed away and left me an appreciable amount of money, I was able to make my lifelong fantasy a reality. Much as I loved city life, with all the gay bars,...

My friend, Jeremy, always amused me. He had two favourite colours, red and blue. Red for rednecks, and blue, for blue-collar guys. “Gays are boring,” Jeremy would always declare, before adding, “Pussy deprived straight men are the real deal.” Jeremy further expounded on his philosophy, by explaining that when redneck and blue-collar wives had given birth to a kid or two, their husbands were forced to revert to their teena...

In the village where I lived, life moved at a snail’s pace. The place suited me and was what I had planned for my early retirement. The one drawback was that my sex life was not flourishing, because sadly, there were not any straight men who appeared to be interested in playing on the wild side. As a gay man, although I was always on the lookout for ‘strays,’ I soon realized that my pipedream was merely a silly fantasy. A...