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Mike was proud of his progress with the weights and strength building program that Billy had insisted he follow on their visits to the ‘Y’. Even while Billy had been involved with the gymnastic camp, Mike religiously biked down to the gym three times a week. Now that Billy had returned, they were workout partners again. “Hey, buddy, lookin’ good,” Billy said as Mike was working 20-pound hand weights. “Your biceps are really pumpin’.” “This, urphh, is my third set of reps. You’re really
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‘Is there anything better than waking up in the morning with a warm, sexy body snuggled next to you?’ Eric thought as his body slowly moved in rhythm with Brian’s deep and steady breathing. He lay there and considered the unorthodox family unit that was now his life: the core of his being. The early August morning light was announcing another day. In the past month, overnights had become more frequent. Mike’s trust of Brian and acceptance as his dad’s companion grew only stronger. In fact,
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Summer was nudging towards the first of July and the Southern California weather provided one perfect day after another. Mike was becoming accustomed to the idyllic surroundings of his new home, the love he shared with his dad and his growing trust of Uncle Brian. He liked the lady at UCSD who was helping him deal with the death of his mom: missing her and resolving all the weirdness that had been part of their lives back in Richmond. Phone calls to old friends were becoming less frequent a
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“Shit…where do I start?” Bill said to no one. There was an uninterrupted, pregnant pause before he continued. “Um, Brian and I met one night at the Boom Boom Room in Laguna Beach, ah…maybe two years ago. Let’s just say that our hormones kicked in and, well, the rest is history.” “They kicked in, and kept kicking in until you stood me up one night. Never saw you again.” Brian said it with no emotional attachment…just as a matter of fact. Eric knew that there was probably more to it back then
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The ‘June gloom’ morning coastal fog had disappeared and Brian and Eric were enjoying the cool, early-afternoon, ocean breeze on the deck while eating the deli sandwiches Brian had brought with him. Both opted for lemonade. “He actually said that it was okay if I ‘zonked out’ here?” Brian asked with a snicker. “Yep. My son, the matchmaker,” Eric replied as he nodded. “Actually, I think that he was offering a compromise and a peace pipe. He knew that I knew that he knew how badly I fuck
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Eric forged ahead with two more sessions on Mike’s ‘sexual enlightenment program’ as he mentally referred to it. In cleaning out his old room, Eric found a booklet concerning sex education that he had been given one summer at ‘Y’ camp several years ago. This was very helpful in the sessions. Eric kept using the proper clinical names of the male and female anatomy when discussing body parts and the function of each, as well as a heads up on the common slang words. He just hoped that Mike wou
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Mike, Eric and Brian made short work of unloading the Cherokee. The makeshift caravan of three brought the entire load of luggage and boxes into the duplex condo in minutes. Eric directed which items went into each of the two bedrooms. He observed his son check out the Wrangler that was parked in the vacant garage space several times. “Thanks for the pickup, Brian. You wanna beer and a sandwich before you go?” They were all standing in the kitchen and Eric knew that Mike would be ready for
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The father and son stood together until Mike’s sobs ran out. Mrs. Shaw backed away to afford privacy. “Why did Mom do that? It just sucks.” Mike asked, after he pulled away from Eric. “Mike, it does suck. I guess your mother had a lot of problems that overwhelmed her. I’m really sorry, son.” “Um, Thanks. I’m glad you’re here.” Mike’s stare into Eric’s eyes telegraphed an initial, guarded acceptance. “Listen, I saw a burger place not far from here. Why don’t you get whatever y
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Protective services? Henrico County in Richmond? What has Brenda done now. . .and Mike . . . what the hell’s going on? “Just a minute.” Eric glanced over to see a barely-awake Brian yawning and scratching his balls with very healthy morning wood. A sleepy smile of contentment was plastered on his face. He covered the telephone receiver mouthpiece. “Babe, I’ve got this call that’s important. I’m going out to the kitchen. Join me when you’re ready.” “Yeah, a whiz is in order,” Brian
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The drive home at this hour only took five minutes. Eric pulled up to the private entry road and slowly entered, checking behind to make sure that his Cherokee’s ‘little brother’ counterpart was following. The two cars wound through the townhouse complex until they stopped in front of his unit. With a remote he opened the two-car garage and eased in, motioning Brian to follow. Brian turned off the engine. “Coming in this way really takes care of nosy neighbors.” He slipped out of his seat an
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“Friendly, rustic, cozy and masculine” was the way most people described the El Rancho Steakhouse, a landmark restaurant on the North San Diego County coastline. It specialized in serving dry-aged prime steaks, lobster, prawns, and a wicked variety of martinis. It was a moderately busy Tuesday evening; the ‘season’ would officially kick off on Memorial Day weekend . . . just 10 days away. “Did a Brian book a table tonight?” Lisa asked Eric at the hostess stand. “As a matter of fact, he s
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NOVEL. A young restaurant manager's personal life is in a real slump until he meets a manager from a nearby restaurant. Complications occur when someone from his past reappears after several year's absence.
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The clock radio announced the new day abruptly at 7:30 a.m. when Van Halen’s “Runnin’ With The Devil” suddenly blared from the speaker. Jeremy’s taste in music had matriculated to the ‘classic rock’ genre – probably because Charlie had ‘The Loop’ FM station tuned in at his apartment. The DJ, a guy named Johnny B, bumped the end of the song with time and temperature before introducing the newsreader. ‘Nobody should be that cheerful this early in the morning,’ Jeremy thought with a shudder as he t
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“I loved the look on some of those men’s faces when I came out of the bedroom in my costume and the music started,” Jeremy said to Charlie, with a laugh. It was the night after the 4th of July eve party and they were stretched out on their backs in Charlie’s bed. “Nice guys. Very enthusiastic without being all that proper…although I suspect there were several Log Cabin Republicans in the group.” Charlie shifted around so he was lying on his stomach and had one of his legs draped over Jere
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Chicago seemed pretty mellow after Jeremy’s 48-hours in New York. He related his experiences – however limited – to Charlie and edited the details of meeting Kent Jackson. Charlie was indeed familiar with one of the more famous contemporary Phi Delt alums and looked forward to getting together with Kent when the soap actor visited Chicago. Jeremy cut his work schedule at the gym down to one shift a week in order to have time to work with the dance coach on the new routines and to practice
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Jeremy fell into the routine of stopping by the club on Tuesdays after school to pick up his tip envelopes and deposit the cash in his bank at the nearby Merchandise Mart. Memorial Day weekend was approaching and Chicago suddenly burped from late winter to summer. ‘Speedo weather at the beach,’ he thought as he pressed the Barecats stage door bell, waved at the security camera and waited for the lock to be electronically released. “Hi, Jer,” said the office manager’s voice from the speake
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Jeremy finished his workout and returned to the relatively empty Bally’s locker room for a quick shower before changing into uniform. He shook his head with wonderment that spring seemed to be moving so fast. It was the first of May and he’d be graduating in a little over five weeks. Wedged in between was his sister’s visit to the club for the batchelorette party. At this point, however, nervousness was no longer part of the equation: he was looking forward to showing Naomi what he did on stage.
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“Son,” Ellen Sloan said to Jeremy, “as your sister told you, I’m not at surprised that you possess more than a few of the genes that my brother had. Win was a good man and all I can hope for is that you follow his example and lead a good life. If your friend turns out to be even half as good as Karl was, you’ll be very lucky and I’ll honor him as another son.” The small family unit had a quiet dinner on the evening after the late Sunday gathering Jeremy had at Marché with Charlie, Zach an
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The howling late winter winds of March rattled the front windows of EatZi’s as Jeremy and Zach found a table. With almost mirrored precision, they sat down, took a sip of the cappuccino and both managed to both dot their noses with a smudge of frothy, steamed milk. “Man, we look like a couple of kids,” Zach said with a laugh as he wiped the tip of his nose. He licked at the excess froth and finally managed to drink some of the hot beverage. “But it tastes good once you get there.”
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Reluctance and apprehension gave way to budding confidence after Jeremy performed his first weekend with the limited exposure of one solo number in the first act. His ‘tip dance’ down the runway yielded $93.00, lots of winks and a few good-natured pats on the butt – and elsewhere. He felt that it wasn’t bad for his first stroll in front of a frenetic female audience. Charlie thought Jeremy did very well as a newbie and said the second half of a show usually brought out a looser tipping attitude
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‘What the hell have I gotten myself into?’ Jeremy asked himself as he lay in bed at home, exhausted. It had been a hard four weeks juggling school, sharing duties at home, his Bally’s job and the dance rehearsals with the choreographer. Self-doubt about being a performer simmered just below the surface no matter how highly Garin praised his progress. The target for officially joining the cast was still set for late February. ‘Maybe its just jitters about performing in front of a crowd?’ B
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The next couple of days were like a rapid fast-forward on a DVD player for Jeremy. His grooming buddy was a complete gentleman with the touch-up. And Charlie seemed pleased at the careful shaving he himself received. They made an arrangement for every Thursday evening thereafter to repeat the process. Jeremy figured a bi-product of this agreement was the opportunity to develop a solid friendship. An initial wave of self-doubt and embarrassment didn’t last long the next morning at the June
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The older woman struggled to finish the last of 25 leg raises and Zach encouraged her while he glanced toward the gym’s entrance. It was 12:55 p.m. and Gio had not arrived for work. Yesterday the lovers had celebrated Christmas in a very low-key way: late breakfast, gift exchange and an elaborate Italian dinner Gio had wanted to prepare. The multi-coursed, heavily carb-laden spread had been motivation for Zach to leave his partner sleeping the next morning and come to the gym early. He needed a
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Jeremy anticipated he would be able to earn extra money during the two weeks over the Christmas holidays. He had happily signed up to cover shifts at the gym for college students who had gone home. It had also become a tradition for him to show off his baking skills at home; for the last several years he had been recruited to make the holiday cookies and treats for friends who his mother wanted to thank. A combination of family recipes, sisterly assistance and maternal supervision produced resul
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“Class, have a great break and vacation. I know I will,” said the teacher in Jeremy’s fourth period contemporary history class. “It would be helpful to read the chapters on the Israel and Palestine conflict sometime over the holidays.” The students groaned in an exaggerated fashion while they gathered their papers and notes. “I know, I know…but you might find it interesting in light of what is actually happening over there right now. Okay, don’t break down the doors. See you next y
