Same Sex

I meet myself at a keg party.

Leaning against a counter in an over-bright frat house kitchen, a red Solo cup of the usual half-warm, half-flat, thoroughly-awful beer in hand, listening to my bestie Lydia babble about all the babes in the room as I scan it in pursuit of my own next victim, I see myself. Not in a mirror, though it almost could be, but in a man. Continue reading

The New Guy

Gannon eyed the white couple walking towards him appreciatively. The bigger man had his arm slung tight around his boyfriend, pulling their heads together to speak directly into his ear. They were beautiful—beautiful individually and beautiful together. Not for the first time, he reminded himself how lucky he was to live in a place like San Francisco where two men could walk down the street obviously enraptured by each other while another man enjoyed the sight.

His complacence was shattered a moment later when the big guy said hey, arresting his movement as they passed each other. Worried that he’d been eye-fucking two guys who weren’t gay after all—who were the type to take offense at being eye-fucked—he almost didn’t stop, but the big guy was smiling, not scowling, so he did.

“Hey,” the guy said again. “I got a proposition for you.” Continue reading

Demi-Love

“Not now.” Dmitry pushed my hand away. “You know Adam’s coming over.”

“I can see your cock right through those shorts. If you didn’t want me to touch it, you should’ve worn underwear.”

He looked down with a frown. “I don’t see anything.”

“You will once it’s hard.” I rubbed him through the fabric, feeling that delicious sponginess of an erection starting, the meaty thickness of a slowly-growing cock. Continue reading

Anytime, Anyplace

On the first nice day of March, it was inevitable that the quad would be crowded, that students would line the low stone wall that ringed it, jostling for position and joking noisily. Warmer weather meant that they bounced off each other with smiling gibes instead of hissed warnings as they made their way across the unevenly-paved square. It also meant that the sun was high and bright, glaring off the white stone as it peered over the spire of the administration building.

All of which meant that when Archer looked up in response to a shouted “heads” to find a frisbee coming at him, he tripped, resulting in both the frisbee bouncing off his forehead and his books spraying across the quad. Given the current set of circumstances, that fall was only to be expected and had nothing to do with the row of jocks showing off their bulging biceps in t-shirts. Continue reading

Fully Integrated

This story, although it can be read as a standalone, is best appreciated as an epilogue to Merge Ahead – Will and Adam’s story.


Will glanced at the email, then quickly looked away. He’d known it was coming. His agent had gone through the terms with him by phone yesterday and had told him the actual contract was on its way, but he still couldn’t look at it directly. It was too bright, too wonderful, too impossible. If he opened the attachment, it wouldn’t really be a publishing contract. Would it?

“What do you think?” he asked the cat curled up in his lap. Cricket patted Will’s cheek with her paw.

“Yes, yes, I know. Pet you.” He scratched behind her ears, pretending to be put out by how needy she was but secretly appreciating the fact that Cricket liked him best. Cricket’s older sister Marnie never sat in his lap. Marnie was as head-over-heels in love with his husband Adam as Will was himself, but Cricket … Cricket liked him. Continue reading

After the Haircut

This story features Lissie and Nate from My Guys. This story takes place during My Guys, immediately following the haircut scene. Although it can be read as a standalone, it will be more enjoyable if you’ve read My Guys.


As soon as we got in the car, I tilted down the visor to check myself out in the mirror. I shook my head and watched my hair swing in freshly cut layers like a shampoo commercial.

“You like it,” Nate observed.

“Do you?”

“Doesn’t matter what I think, matters what you think. I like seeing you smile.” Continue reading