Life was tough in the scratch-earth mountain valleys of the Colorado Rockies in the years following the Civil War. They were unbearable when the father of a small family had died—and even more so when the wife is Lakota and the son a half-breed. But the fourteen-year-old son, Cigala—Little One—is beautiful and sexually desirable to men. Where there is such an opportunity, there is always a way.
Fourteen-year-old Ernst has the looks and voice of an angel in early nineteenth-century Austria. These attributes mark him inevitably to be the catamite of a rich sponsor. He is resolved to this, and is initiated by Baron Otto von Lauffen. When the boy’s voice changes, the baron transfers Ernst to an older boys’ choir and new voracious choir master. Ernst wants to be a painter, though, and meets one younger and more desirable than the baron or the choir master.
It's 1975, and an ace newspaper reporter is assigned to write about the newly liberated
gay life style. Circulation needs a boost, so the editor tells him to pull out all the stops on the story. But careful - he doesn't want to be sucked too far into his subject matter... or does he?
A Echoes from the past Story Part of the Jim Priest universe
Young Jim meets the girl of his dreams but she’s not what she seems when she beats up the basketball team to save him from a beating.
This is a romanticly erotic story of a slightly different nature. A long time ago I posted a few tidbits to read in a favorite forum and became friends with someone that wanted to try their hand at collaborating with me. We took 3 days.. each posting a follow up as we had time in our busy schedules, this is the story that developed. I have done similar later. but only this one with Simon was developed.
Ever wonder what really happened between Janis and Leonard that night at the Chelsea Hotel? In Room 424, the barefoot singer and the half-drunk poet meet in the hush between songs and stanzas, their bodies drawn together by heat, loneliness, and the city’s restless hum. What begins as flirtation becomes something raw and fleeting—lit by neon, sealed with gin, and haunted by silence. Just like the song says…
From the dark and deep corners of a shallow mind surfaced a short story from my 311 Creative Writing Class in College. I had no idea I remembered it. It shuffled out tonight, captured my fingers and improved itself. I got an A+
Dex, the fourteen-year-old mulatto slave boy a New Orleans gambler wins and uses for sex starts out for California with the gambler in the gold rush era. When Indians attack their stage coach outside Laramie, Wyoming, Dex is thrown off the stage and is gang banged by the Indians before being saved by a hunky French fur trapper with an appetite for fourteen-year-old boys.