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The phone rang, disturbing a quiet evening at home. Thor was working on plans for a new weight room at the gym. Tommy was grading papers. Even though together for over ten years, they were happiest in each other’s presence. Tommy even enjoyed Thor’s muttered oaths as he tore up, yet again, a trial floor plan. The insistent ringing of the phone demanded answer. Thor grabbed the phone irritably. “Yeah?” Then softer, “May I ask who’s calling? One moment please.” Thor cupped the receiver i
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I remain amazed at your command of the obscura and minutia of Eighteenth Century warships - not only British, but now French, too. I'm a fair sailor and history buff. I am feeling like a young midshipman, oh Master and Commander. Thank you for the tutalege.
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An official letter arrived from the hospital where Billy was being treated. It requested Tommy’s presence at a meeting to discuss releasing Billy – the treatment requiring hospitalization was ending. The letter stressed the importance of a specific plan covering Billy’s return to the world and the support he would need. While he would continue treatment, it would be with a therapist. Tommy replied that he would gladly participate as a support for Billy and that he would attend the meeting.
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Thor and Tommy were walking home from seeing a film. A man, clearly drunk, stumbled into them. Tommy caught him, to keep him from falling. The man righted himself and his eyes met Tommy’s. “Tommy!” “Oh god, Billy,” Tommy cried out. “What are you doing here? I never thought I’d see you again. Oh god, Billy.” Tommy embraced Billy, holding him to his heart. Thor stood to one side, his jaw tight. Billy’s knees began to buckle. Tommy straightened him up again. “Thor, we’ve got to get him
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I'm glad you got that out of it. I have heard that Tommy seemed comatose - and I can see the point. Some of use take a little more 'awakening'.
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Ah, that kind of flattery will get more chapters. Thanks for reading.
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Thor seemed uncharacteristically quiet one night. No real conversation over dinner and a cursory goodbye when he returned to the gym for a few hours. Even when he returned, he barely spoke before getting into bed. Once in bed, Tommy felt a distance from Thor, his touch returned with little attention. “Something troubling you, love?” Tommy asked him. Thor looked at Tommy with distress in his eyes. “I don’t know how to say this.” Thor struggled with every syllable. “I met someone today.”
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Their lives settled into a loving routine. Most mornings Tommy and Thor worked out in the gym together. They developed a circle of friends from the gym and enjoyed casual get-togethers and sports filled weekends with them. Thor worked on improving Mike’s gym and training clients from professional body builders to novices. Tommy’s life was centered on the university where he took graduate classes, assisted a professor, and began teaching some classes. This occupied most afternoons and eveni
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Tommy awoke each day feeling the powerful heat of Thor’s body pressed against him. Whose hard cock was pressed into the other’s back changed, but each felt the delight in their mutual desire. There were nights when they talked long into the night and fell asleep in the simple joy of each other’s company. More frequently they enjoyed and exhausted each other making love. One night, after a particularly rambunctious session of sex, Thor placed both his hands around Tommy’s cock and balls. “
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On the drive over to see Uncle Stavros at his company headquarters, located it the back of one of his restaurants, I filled in Steve about my family and Uncle Stavros. “My mom married my dad against the will of her family. She is from a big, traditional Greek family and they definitely didn’t see my Irish dad as a good match. I hear things were pretty icy when she came home married and pregnant. Still, they gave my dad a job driving trucks for one of the family businesses, arranged for an ap
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His unconscious steps led him toward his home. Only two blocks from his home, on a street he had not previously been on, he spotted a sign, ‘Mike’s Gym.’ It was so familiar. Was that the name that Thor had mentioned? Tommy hesitated to trust any memory from that awful day. The doorway under the sign led immediately to a long upward stair. Tommy hesitated on the threshold. He thought of Thor, of the many hours they had spent together, Tommy working out at Thor’s direction. They had had ma
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The summer passed. Tommy received mail from the university concerning his teaching fellowship, inviting him to an introductory session. It was a comfort to return to the university, a familiar place, a place where he had excelled. The other graduate students in the program quickly formed a close-knit group during the orientation sessions. He enjoyed the long meetings with the professor of literature to whom he had been assigned. After one of the graduate student meetings, he was approached
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The summer passed. Tommy received mail from the university concerning his teaching fellowship, inviting him to an introductory session. It was a comfort to return to the university, a familiar place, a place where he had excelled. The other graduate students in the program quickly formed a close-knit group during the orientation sessions. He enjoyed the long meetings with the professor of literature to whom he had been assigned. After one of the graduate student meetings, he was approached
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One afternoon, Hopkins appeared with an envelope addressed in a familiar hand, Piggy’s. Dearest Tommy, It can’t be true – but I fear it is. I ran into our Charles last week and he told all. Actually he said little, but I wormed it out of him. I am so sorry for you, I really am, and sad for Billy, too. Be warned: I’m descending on you for luncheon, today. We can cry over lost loves together – what my loves lack in depth they make up in sheer number. At one, then?
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Sexier all the time. But I wonder about colloquial vernacular - in dialog the modern is a bit jarring. I guess I prefer some old time rogering.
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Entertainingly saucy - I like a bit of sex along with appealing characters who show very human lust. The dialog is fitting for the setting, though occasional thoughts are modern - but we were warned.
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Random Research Questions for CAP
RolandQ replied to methodwriter85's topic in Mark Arbour Fan Club's Topics
I couldn't find the story that prompted this question, so like any uniformed person, I'll weigh in anyway...(forgive me). There are any number of 'elite' institutions with which a tutor might have an affiliation that for the correct insentive will provide whatever credentials are needed for higher education, jobs, etc. Tuition, not attendance, is required. All such institutions will deny these services, but if you've had the opportunity to attend school or work with one of these graduates, you will have no doubt. -
Then, there's Victor/Victoria - braving some controversy in a very tame and entertaining way.
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Chapter 1- This is my life
RolandQ commented on Another Gay Writer's story chapter in Chapter 1- This is my life
Interesting piece. It's a reminder of how so many of us have hidden things in our lives - not just being gay. I like the haunting quality of this recollection. There are a few typos/word choice errors that disturb a grammar pedant like me, that's why I'm an editor. -
Chapter 9 - Mr. & Mrs. Hopkins
RolandQ commented on RolandQ's story chapter in Chapter 9 - Mr. & Mrs. Hopkins
Thank you for all the reviews and comments. You are very prescient. It's a few chapters ahead, but can you predict what's coming? -
Tommy awoke to the smell of coffee. On a small table by the window of his bedroom, breakfast had been laid. On the bench at the foot of the bed, clothes had been laid out for him. He got up to use the bathroom. In the mirror, his face shocked him. He was unshaven, unkempt, and worn from grief. He splashed his face and resolved to face the day. First, that good smelling breakfast. He had always been the one to prepare breakfast for Billy when they were together – Billy just called out for
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Tommy awoke. He was in a strange place. His body ached. His eyes burned. And yet, his head was on a pillow, a blanket covered him. As his senses cleared, he realized he was lying on the floor of a room he recognized. It was the flat he had visited with Bunny. His heart sank with the realization that the nightmare that had haunted his sleep was true. He had lost Billy. He was alone. As his despair rose up again and was about to overtake him, there was a discreet knock on the door. “I b
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The short month until Christmas passed quickly. Tommy talked Billy out of ordering decorations for the apartment, instead taking him to a flea market to buy old ornaments and decorations. They bought a sad little tree and graced it with their new treasures. They promised ‘no gifts’. The new year affirmed their patterns of life together. Tommy spent increasing time with his school work, completing a thesis and preparing for finals. He was approached by the Dean of Students with an offer to
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Can't help myself - I love my characters - they always turn out to be nice. The story goes on. Thanks for the comments.
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“Seems our best lead is the bar your friend Eddie mentioned. Let’s head out there and check it out,” Woodruff taking command. “Uh, maybe we should wait until it opens and the regulars are in place. I’m pretty sure it won’t be any use going until after 11:00 or so. And I think it would be best to keep a low profile. Have you got anything a little more ‘casual’ to wear, Woodruff? This is supposed to be undercover.” From the obstinate look on Woodruff’s face I knew there was a problem. Wood
