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Drew was busily making small talk with the guests when he heard Bob calling his name. There was a retrained urgency in the tone. He turned and saw his partner standing just outside the kitchen, holding up a phone and beckoning in a frantic motion. He excused himself and walked to the house in long strides. “Here he is,” Bob said into the phone. He handed the receiver to Drew and shook his head. “Nick…with bad news.” “Nick…it’s Drew. What’s wrong?” He stepped inside, closed t
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Cray had seen Henry, his first serious buddy with benefits, only twice over the past couple of years; when Henry visited his brother Spike during summer vacations. The teens formed an easy alliance as good pals – minus the sex – and their friendship wasn’t awkward. When horny Henry had been raring to romp again during his first return trip to Las Vegas, Cray nixed the idea, however tempting, and remained loyal to his high school boyfriend Michael. Henry shrugged off the refusal with a ‘don’t-bla
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O One cold slice of Giovanni’s Supreme sat deserted and unwanted in the delivery box. ‘The Gamble Boys’, as Spike had jokingly tagged Jack and Cray, and the ‘son-in-law’ sat around the dining room table finishing their beers and Diet Coke. Jack was impressed that his son honored the one-beer rule because he was driving. They had left Jack’s truck at the house and Cray drove them to the condo. On the way over, Jack had recalled a rock song by Thin Lizzy he used to love as a kid, way b
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Cray had begged for it, in a role-playing husky voice, and Spike masterfully delivered – twice, in fact – with an impromptu ‘flip-flop’ sandwiched in between. A tinge of soreness was a reminder of their recent sexual acrobatics. Cray lay on his back next to his sleeping partner who was on his stomach with the top sheet kicked aside. He was waiting for the last possible moment to get out of bed because, among other things, Cray needed deflation time for his morning woodie. ‘Wonder if use it or lo
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While Cray finished showering, Spike checked out the Economist website on his laptop in the living room. He’d cleaned up earlier and was dressed in a variation of the usual dude-in-the-desert look: a bright orange AE tee, cargo shorts and flip-flops. His fingers kept busy moving around the various business Internet editions – including the WSJ, Bloomberg Report and The Financial Times – to maintain a pulse on the continuing eruptive changes in the world economy. Although he was now busy c
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The next several moments were a blur for Jack. Stunned. Shocked. Inadequate. Overwhelmed. Shuffling. Movement. In his mind, images of Cray flashed by like a Flickr photo slideshow. The baby in diapers – with the wife from hell conveniently edited out – grinning with full-fledged innocence; the four-year old boy happily splashing in the park wading pool; the eight-year old Cub Scout sitting in a tent; the ten-year old lad proudly posing with Jack. Precious memories…and then a slow fade to
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Like the movie Groundhog Day, it was the typical replay of that moment when a guy first wakes up – sensory stimuli competing with human physiology. Dry mouth. Light in the room. Muskiness. The morning woodie. Street noise in the distance. A slight aching of resting muscles. Slow breathing. Spence smelled the coffee and knew that his brother was getting ready for school. It meant Spence had to get up early and pull himself together in order to have breakfast with Kevin – a half-hour of cap
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The naked club room before Spike conjured up in his mind what a girl must look like the morning after too much wine, too little sleep and no makeup. She’d been a knockout before…and probably could be again. But right now…whoa. ‘Maybe Lindsey Lohan in one of her bleakest Internet moments?’ As a counterpoint, he dug into his memory bank and recalled some of his clients from hell…like the old duffer who’d croaked on him. That had been a crazy experience. This was the room from hell. At least
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As the newly appointed C.O.O. of the Gallant National Bank – stepping in for his dad when he’d permanently returned to New York – Lou Gallian, Junior, kept a crushing schedule as he nudged the institution back to solvency and respectability. Even the more vocal naysayers in financial journalism circles – who had reacted with negative charges of nepotism when ‘Junior’ was promoted – were impressed at his fiscal savvy. The bank had paid back the TARP loan and was creating a positive ‘buzz’
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The Trotters had a quiet dinner Thursday, the evening before Spence’s journey east. Spence had made a ‘to do’ list that also included writing Cray and Spike’s cell phone numbers on the kitchen memo board. The previous week’s meeting between the four guys had gone well, although Spence had to leave early because of his ‘job’ schedule; and Kevin’s attitude about his minders had been very positive. He’d told Spence afterwards that ‘the dudes are cool’ and the idea of ‘having two more older gay brot
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Bob gladly confirmed that he’d be able to join the volunteer movers for pizza when Cray had called earlier in the afternoon. It was an excuse to leave work after a hellish day, avoid going home to an empty house – Drew being out of town on business – and to just ‘hang’ with Spike, Cray and two of Cray’s closest pals – Benny and Tim. Several unopened boxes were stacked in the dining area of Spike’s new downsized base of operations and the relocated pieces of furniture were randomly staged
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The two men, in a cuddle that was way beyond brotherly – definitely incestuous if they had been of blood relation – stirred as the new day’s sun crept into the bedroom. Spike opened one eye to verify that his visitor was not a wonderful apparition. The warmth of Cray’s body was something that Spike wanted to savor as the room became brighter. Their legs intertwined; Spike’s arm rested across Cray’s chest, and his head nestled in Cray’s pit. The muskiness of Cray and a few stray underarm hairs aw
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A whirring, grinding drone awakened Spence. ‘Fuck.’ He opened one eye and realized the noise was the vacuum sweeper being used in the next room. ‘Morning sure came fast…or is it still morning?’ It had been a very productive and profitable Monday night. He knew that Kevin – his neat-freak brother – was anxious to clean the new apartment and the noise was a not-so-subtle message to get out of bed and help. A glance at his watch verified what Spence’s stomach was telling him – it was just after noo
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Since their initial meeting at the gym in April, Jack Gamble had been over to Phil’s condo for intimate encounters numerous times, and Phil Perez had visited Jack’s home. As springtime moved closer to summer, each man eagerly looked forward to the frequent workout sessions at the gym and the comfortable banter that resulted when together – spontaneous humorous jabs and personal tidbits that occur between buddies who trust each other as they forge a friendship. And when their schedules matched, t
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The thought of his on-the-house Saturday afternoon ‘appointment’ and ‘test’ amused Spence. He drove from his apartment – miraculously pulled together over the previous few days by Kevin and him – to the Mandalay Bay. Brad had referred to the date as a lab practical exam: in this case, a very loyal and prized client was to be entertained by Spence on a complimentary basis. The quid pro quo was that the client would offer feedback about the experience to Brad – it would be a pass or fail situation
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Spence got the idea of how Brad wanted the interview to go, took a deep breath and peeled off the varnish. The family situation, or lack of it, was the easiest to explain and he felt relieved that Brad seemed to have a sympathetic ear. In fact, Brad told Spence that a runaway boy had, two years earlier, lived in the house that he shared and became sort of a combination house mascot and little brother. “I suppose we should start with your vital stats,” Brad said, slowly scanning Spence’s b
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During the morning family breakfast on Wednesday, Drew brought up – in vague terms – the need for household and entertainment expenses to be reduced wherever possible. Not eating out as often, less first-run movies, making do with their current wardrobes, fewer iPod downloads…things that, when lumped together, took a major hit on the household budget. He and Bob informed Cray that both of their salaries had been temporarily cut back and would remain so until the recession had run its course.
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Lake Las Vegas – an ambitious development that included several golf clubs, resorts and residences – was only 17 miles east from the Strip but it could have easily been in another country. The lifestyle there was akin to old world gentility when compared to the over-the-top gaudiness of its flashy neighbor. However, creatively themed appearances were a shared characteristic. In the case of LLV – as locals generally referred to the community – it was a Mediterranean-slash-Tuscan-slash-village des
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Although they had relinquished ‘foster parent’ status when Cray reached his 18th birthday, Drew and Bob still thought of this handsome young man as their ‘son’ and an equal part of their family unit. In this context, they discussed their Cray’s predicament while they drove to work. Their conclusion was that they’d need to be supportive and lay out an emotional safety net in case Cray stumbled. ‘It’s not likely that he’ll take a dive,’ Drew thought as they silently rode the staff-only elevator fr
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NOVEL. In Shifting Sands, time has advanced one and a half years. Drew Reichardt and his partner Bob Harrington have kept busy working at the luxurious Barcelona Resort and Casino while forming a family unit that includes young Cray Gamble. Spike, Lou Jr., and Mario all return in this continuing tale that takes place in a recessionary Entertainment Capital of the World. And Jack Gamble becomes a featured character as events unfold. Book 3 of the Vegas trilogy.
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He hadn’t seen it coming. Earlier in the day, disturbing bolts of emotions sparked the lurking insecurities burrowed deep inside the sub consciousness of this young man, recently turned 18. Cray Gamble was literally stunned when his boyfriend announced that their partnership was over – news that was not even remotely expected in his day-to-day life. The possibility that Michael Turner wanted out, after almost two years, was unfathomable – zero, on a scale of one to ten. However, the impossi
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Chapter 24 New Year's Eve - Eastern and Western Promises
Jack Scribe posted new chapter in Desert Fantasies
The noisy Griboyedov club in St. Petersburg erupted in celebratory chaos as the clock countdown struck midnight and announced the ‘old year’ was history. While hundreds of revelers hugged and danced in the New Year, a group of men huddled around a table in a private room at the rear of theformer air-raid shelter that had been turned into a nightclub several years earlier. The kilo tin of Beluga caviar had been depleted of its expensive contents. Stripped bare. It listlessly floated in the- 2 comments
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The Friday night crowd at the Greyhound bus station was a mixture of servicemen arriving for a long weekend, kids coming home from school, couples of all ages, and several lonely looking souls. The minute Spike saw Henry step off the bus, he ran forward through the crowd. The Jensen brothers’ reunion was enthusiastic as they eagerly grabbed the other in a long, tight hug. Each spoke rapidly in an effort to catch up while walking back to the parking lot. Spike felt a definite change in their brot
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By Thursday, the excitement of the previous weekend had been relegated to the news archives. The media had more important fish to fry: polygamist sects, a whacko jurist, celebrity gossip, nuclear waste, questionable land deals of a U.S. Senator and a pending water shortage. Murders in North Las Vegas were the norm and considered a part of routine reporting. News from the underbelly of Vegas was always in demand. Spike returned to the condo that afternoon and the gate guard greeted him wit
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It was close to 11:00 p.m. before Spike was permitted to leave the condo. Gus, the appointed spokesmen for Gallant Security, focused on the activities related to the ground floor/garage area. He concocted a believable story for Spike to tell the police concerning his involvement. It was close to the truth…except Mario wasn’t involved. Spike told a detective that a security detail had driven him back to the condo tower. And it was Gus who initially called the condo to contact Jack while they were
