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...
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 ro...
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 fortun...
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 mu...
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 w...
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...
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 s...
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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...
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 furth...
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 b...
