Rip Skor

It seems kind of funny these days. Back when we were in college, girls and guys living together in the same dorm room was forbidden. Those that wanted that type of arrangement would get an off-campus apartment and live together monogamously in peace. No one ever considered that if you were a same sex couple, you could actually live together in the dorm without any restrictions. Kind of a bummer for heterosexuals, but a windfall for gay couples.

It was very uplifting to see how quickly my parents and Ginny and Bill became family. I guess when you are parents and you children are part of the same family, it gives you something in common to base things on. My parents and Ginny and Bill (I would say Parker's parents but Bill is actually his step-dad) became very friendly and started going on cruises together every other year to Bermuda or Aruba or any other Caribbean location during the colder months. Even Helen and John got in on a trip or two. They really hit it off even though I saw my parents as being very different from Parker's side philosophically, but nonetheless it all worked.

The controversy happened exactly as told. The thing that infuriated me was that my advisor, who was also Chair of the English Department, was the person directing my course choices. I was there the day she called the Dean’s Office and they told her that because of my enrollment date, I was grandfathered on the changing requirements. I’m sure that today that Dean has his own place in hell.

Thank you Puppilull for such a positive review of my Boy Story. As some know, I had to suspend writing due to my mother’s diagnosis of brain cancer. So an unexpected review that was both enthusiastic and kind was comforting. Unfortunately, my mother passed away in April. It was through this event that I realized how many people were touched through the help of my mother whether it was advice, a few dollars here or there, or simply a ride to get groceries. I felt proud that she had left a lasting legacy on so many ppl who were thankful to have known her. And I will miss her dearly. Rip Skor

Dear Readers, Due to a grave illness in my immediate family, my mother, I am forced to suspend further writing until an undetermined point in the future. Much time and added responsibilities will be required of me leaving little time for certain activities such as writing. I hope to return to writing at a later date. Thank you for your understanding and prayers. RS

Very good catch. It's fixed. There's a good reason for my error and I thought I caught them all.

Getting to Know You “Do you think we should take a break and move to the bed?” I asked. Shawn smiled. I took hold of his right wrist and led him to the queen size bed. He immediately lay down before me with everything on display. He was absolute perfection. It’s difficult to explain to a beautiful boy that putting clothes on that body is doing the world a disservice. He was certainly in the correct field where he could share the magnificence of his body with the public.

All it took was one bad experience to make a convert out of me. I didn't even know there was such a thing as anal douching before. You wouldn't invite company over if your home was a mess, right? And they probably wouldn't tell you to your face to spare your feelings. So you gotta be proactive.

Where There’s a Will, There’s a Way Great, now I can go back to the hotel room and feel sorry for myself. I should have known this would never work. “But you know what?” Shawn began. “When I get out of work at 1:30, I’m going to be really hungry. I think I’m going to go to the donut shop on the corner across from the little park. You know, the one that’s open ‘til 3:00 am?” “Yeah, Monsieur Donut.” I thought a moment. “Ooooh, I see. I think I’m going to find

OK, so you all know where this is going.

The Best Laid Plans… What made the Shawn situation so mindboggling was that it was so improbable. I’m not always up for sucking cock and I’m rarely into eating ass, so when I'm completely into it, it’s a special circumstance. Plus, overall, I’m kind of picky about who I have sex with. Some gay guys I know will suck any cock that’s offered to them. It doesn’t always matter whose cock it is, like the good old anonymous men’s room sex made popular by George Michael. They end up s

One advantage of writing in the world of nonfiction is the depth of real emotion that can be transmitted in the text.

It really is awful when geography comes between two people who seem to have the hots for one another and not the proximity to let it play out.

Sunday, Sunday The next day was Sunday and would be our last full day and night in Montreal as we planned to head home Monday after hotel checkout. One of the things that most of our group liked to do when in Montreal was to see some local music at one of the live music venues around the city. One of our favorites was called Les Foufounes Électriques (which loosely translates to Electric Buttocks) or just Électriques for short. From the outside the club looks a little l

Secrets of The Back Room Noticing my nervousness, Shawn led me by the hand to the “back room,” which is only meant for customers receiving private dances. His hand was smooth and warm and he had a firm grip on mine. The entrance to the back was a double-sized doorway with no doors or curtains, just an opening to a fairly good-sized rectangular room. There was a staff member standing in the doorway who allowed us to pass. The four corners of the back room were set up for dance presentations.

What does go on in those private dance rooms at every stripper bar? Does it vary by club? Does it vary by country? Does it vary by dancer? Does it vary by client?

Saturday Night! The next day was Saturday and would be our first full day and night in Montreal. We did some touristy things during the day like walking through Old Montreal, taking a jet boat ride on the river, and ending at the botanical garden. Every so often I would daydream about that boy we had seen the night before. He was the whole package. I praised him out loud the first couple of times to my friends, but then kept it to myself so it wouldn’t appear like an obsession. Howev

Gee, I didn't realize there are so many club fees for strippers. From what you say, it seems to me the dancers are being taken advantage of by the club. Thanks for the info. When this story takes place (1997), there was just one set fee for private dances in the male strip bars in Montreal. The fee was $6 Canadian per dance and each private dance lasted for one song. The $6 rate was the same in all the gay stripper clubs. I was told that due to Canadian laws there were restrictions against contact during private dances, so lap dances were not allowed and clients were never allowed to touch the dancers. The only things the go-go boys could do in a private dance were dancing and stripping. It may be different elsewhere or in clubs with female strippers. I have heard there were some recent changes to the laws governing strip clubs in Canada allowing some contact. Today there may be different levels of private dances depending on how much a client wishes to spend, but I don't know for sure.

The Lay of the Land I don’t want to seem like one of those guys who preys on underage boys, because that’s not it. The friends I’d go with to Montreal were into nude dancers who were cute, skinny, and innocent looking…and that normally points to guys who were on the younger end of the spectrum. However, every one of the boys working in the twink bars had to be a legal adult of at least 18 years of age. So everything was kept above boards and legal. Sure, there was the occasional boy

It's mostly nonfiction. That's why it seems so real. It's easier for me to write about events that really happened.

It’s Called (Not) Club David Did you ever have one of those events in your life that you never thought possible? When for no apparent reason, all of the rules of the universe suddenly tip in your favor. Something significant happened to me during a road trip in the 1990s that defies logic, but let me back up first. At the outset I will state that I was a good-looking guy in my late 20s, so that certainly played to my advantage. While I might not have been everybody’s cup of tea, being tall,

This is my second story. It is mostly nonfiction with a little fiction mixed in. It is based on an real-life experience of a close friend that I thought would make for a good short story. He provided the skeleton and I filled in the dialogue with his approval. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed hearing it recounted to me.

Parker and I were sitting in front of the TV one Saturday afternoon over two years ago. We watched yet another weak gay-themed movie. I said, "You know, I bet I could write a better story than most of these so called writers." You know what he said? "Then go ahead." I just didn't know it was going to be about us when I started. But my college English professor once said, "Write about what you know." So it's his fault! Someone once asked if Parker knows about the story. Yes, I gave him the directions to find it on the site when I was just starting. He said, "I've already lived it, why would I want to read about it? But I did find myself skipping ahead to the sex parts, and I realized I was pretty good in bed." And he giggled and walked off. Love that boy.

Who spoils the dog more? He will go to me for ultimate attention, then when I stop, he'll go find Parker for more ultimate attention. Then he'll return to replay the cycle. He knows who rules the house. He's too cute to ignore...actually they both are. They both continue to sleep in the same bed with me, so I must be doing something right. I don't know maybe it's just me, but I think gay couples (at least the ones I've known) will hold off longer before marriage. I think society sort of promotes the idea of marriage to heterosexual couples more, so it's harder to ignore the pressure and the anticipation. This makes many jump before they're really ready. And we end up with like 50% divorce rates, even some happening after 25 years of marriage. I was recently helping a friend coach his Little League baseball team (12 and 13 year olds). By the end of the season, we learned that out of the 13 kids on the team, 9 kids were products from divorced couples. My friend said, "We may be in third place, but we lead the league in divorces."

Thanks! I have an idea for a next piece. Though I'll have to think about it a bit more and flush it out a bit.