I was kind of lost following my first divorce after only barely two years of marriage. The reality was we were too young to be married at 21 and both of us had some growing up to do first. I spent the first year since the divorce in '74 just messing around and trying to find some direction and footing to go forward. I was even contemplating going back to college. I was painting houses and doing some handyman work, though...

Nathan and Luke arrived hungry for sun and freedom, but the island had other plans for their bodies. The ferry groaned as it docked, its deck shimmering with heat. Nathan, twenty-eight, leaned over the railing, sunglasses slipping down his nose. Sweat gathered behind his knees, the salt air clinging to his skin. Beside him, Luke stood with a backpack slung over one shoulder, tank top damp against his chest, lips slightly...

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, glancing at the figure in my favourite cove by the water. The cove was quiet, save for the gentle lap of the waves against the shore. The rocky outcrop was a secret spot I'd discovered when I was a kid, a place where I could be alone with my fears. It was a stark contrast to the noisy world I faced every day, where even a light breeze against my skin felt like an invasion. As I a...

The moment Dex slipped his hand into my briefs, my resistance to his advances disintegrated. His touch, so teasing, so... knowing, persuaded me to ignore the fact that he was my friend's son. My need had become a physical ache, which Dex only intensified when he freed my cock. "Oh, that is nice." His voice was practically a purr as he gazed down at my erection. Meeting my eyes again, he added, "We should have done this we...

Part 2: Dylan Was Right Behind Me I froze in the doorway. His voice stopped me cold, low and rough behind me like a half-caught thought. “Yo, Troy. Were you…” Every molecule in my body held its breath. Was I what? Looking? Staring? Getting hard at the sight of his flexed back in the mirror while he adjusted his waistband, abs catching the light like something sculpted? My throat dried out in real time. I turned around, he...

Johnathan‘s body glowed in the lamplight, his tousled blonde hair and boyish looks never failed to arouse me. In a perverted, strange way, it was his similarity to Chas that had first attracted me. My golden boy, my Adonis. He was the male version of her. I had attended a private, boarding school for boys. Whether my sexuality was determined by my years there or whether it was always meant to be, I will never know. My sch...

The morning after the carols I lay splayed out across my bed. The best night’s sleep in a year tinged with guilt. I’d fucked in the church, desecrated a woman’s oath to her husband, violated so much and yet I felt no shame, just the simple blessed assurance that I would do this again and again. I needed her. A single sentence of desperation and acceptance let me roll over and check my phone. Louise had sent a message that...

When I arrived at the house that Friday afternoon, I noticed Dex's car parked in the drive. I was staying with my friend, Wayne, while my own house underwent renovation, and so far, the arrangement was working out well. Dex, Wayne's son, was home following his first year of college, but I hadn't seen him all that much in the several weeks I'd been under Wayne's roof. At nineteen, Dex kept busy working or hanging out with...

Part 1: I Shouldn’t Be Looking at Dylan Like That I’ve never been great at looking people in the eye when I like them. It’s stupid, I know. But when I feel too much, my body does this thing where it’s like—nope, you’re good, let’s just admire from the side and pretend none of this is happening. So if you’re wondering how this all started, how a perfectly normal year ended up getting very not normal, I guess it starts with...

I had moved to Florida and built a house just as the market crashed in 2008. I lost a beautiful house, a slutty wife, and every dime I had all in about six months. I suppose I had always had a suppressed gay thing going on and was at a point where I thought, what the heck, at least I will test the water. I didn't have much else going for me but freedom right then. I figured at 50 I better experiment while I still had a li...

Snowed in with my sister’s boyfriend in a remote Colorado cabin, I learned there are worse things than sharing heat. The wind howled like it wanted in. Snow slammed against the windows, thick drifts piling halfway up the glass. Somewhere deep in the woods of Colorado, a storm had locked us inside this creaking old cabin with nothing but firewood, cheap whiskey, and time. I crouched near the fireplace, fingers stiff and re...

Our beautiful summer weather here on the Queensland coast is about to turn to custard with the imminent arrival of Cyclone Albert (it is just like a hurricane but spins clockwise since we are in the southern hemisphere). My little rental unit is completely safe, old brick building that was built maybe 50 years ago. But, a friend of mine has a unit down on the Gold Coast (about a 2.5hr drive south) which, according to the...

Three sweaty college boys stuck in an Airbnb bedroom in Greenville wasn’t exactly how they pictured their summer course in sports physiology. Jayden stood shirtless at the window, his dark skin slick with heat, watching the afternoon haze melt the sidewalk outside. Nate sprawled across the bed in olive-green briefs, pale and unbothered, while Milo sat on the floor in red boxer-briefs, fanning himself lazily with a torn so...

The morning air was crisp as the salmon river rushed by, a constant companion to the surrounding wilderness. The sun peeked over the horizon, sending shafts of light dancing through the trees as it climbed the sky. The river's banks were lined with a dense carpet of greenery that grew thick and untamed. Steven took a deep breath, letting the coldness of it fill his lungs and wake him up. He'd been here before dawn, his fa...