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The night of the Grand Opening came. I dressed in a tux, so did Matt. Everyone else was dressy, but not formal. Which is what I insisted on. Matt was the investor, as far as the world was concerned. I cut the ribbon and opened the door and we walked in. Matt gaped. “This is beautiful.” He said softly. Gone was the feeling of heavy and dark. The place was done in a lot of glass and brass. It was bright and gleamed. There was even a patio where diners could eat with a view of the ocean and
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We decided on the second weekend in June for the ceremony and we invited all the family. Both of us knew most of our family would not come. But we had invitations made up and sent. A lovely beach on the western side of the island was where it was happening because of a gorgeous sunset. And we asked Brandi, Sharon, Thao, and Mike to stand as our….I don’t know, gentlemen and ladies of honor? Then I got word, my sister, Steve and Jonathan were coming. We had to include them. That was at the first o
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We collected Dillon and went back to Los Angeles. When we got back, both of us knew we had to get a bigger place. And the news about Mark was out. How? Were we followed? Probably. We had to be careful. The tabloids ran all sorts of wild stories. Speculation and assumptions. “Matt Stryker’s Jailbird Brother.” And as always, speculation about Matt’s connection with my family. Our family. Why was Matt always at family functions if he and his ex-wife were divorced, right? Was he and Aunt Mary gettin
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They go back, I promise!
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We did as planned. The snow was not as frequent now, but still on the ground. I had a truck, but I had removed the battery because of the severe cold. It was too early to put it back and charge it again. We would use Ben’s truck this time. The day came when Koot was getting more and more anxious, and when I saw him pace I knew it was time. Opening the door, I was sad again, knowing we wouldn’t see each other a while. I dreaded when Koot left, there were people the still didn’t understand about w
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Oh, I'm not done. Not by a long shot.
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And I entered a whole other world. We were just first class to Atlanta, but once there, we were put in the VIP lounge to wait for our connection to Los Angeles. After experiencing the hustle of the main airport before, I could see the lure of the lounge. It was quiet. A very few were here as a soft relaxing classical piece was piped in. “Damn.” Was my first impression. Matt looked up with a chuckle. He was studying his script. “Okay.” Matt began. “Quiz me.” He tossed me the script. I r
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I know there are things in the story that aren't factual. It's Artistic License at work. But I hope the story is good. It's kinda based on real people and what "could" have happened. No proper names were used.
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I will remember this day forever. It was a Friday afternoon. I had stopped to get some things to fix for dinner and was returning to the apartment. There was a sidewalk part of the way back and I was still downtown proper when I heard some yelling. Nothing I understood, it just sounded like guys whooping it up. I heard an engine race and getting closer. Dangerously close. Then I heard clearly. “Die! Faggot, Die!” And I saw the white truck run close enough to touch it without reaching out. Then I
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If you know about gay men, or just seen gay porn, you know there are many types of gay men. Ben would be a Daddy Bear. Technically, so was I. My body hair was less than his. Ben wasn’t one of those barbell boys. He had mass. No washboard abs, but a flat stomach. And who doesn’t have love handles? But they weren’t big at all. He did have a hairy chest, but none on his back or shoulders. And that chest hair covered his pectoral muscles and spread down his stomach, and spilled from his navel to his
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We got upstairs, and he was doing what I dreamed he’d do. He was kissing me and he meant it! And I was getting that head rush, or what they called swooning, which I never understood before. Because he was kissing me with intent. I believed he loved me because he put all of his effort into it. Backing me up as we entered my room. “I want to see you,” I muttered. He nodded. “I want to see you, too.” His hands pulled my sweater off and shirt in one try. “I’m clean. No STD’s and none of th
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The sons of two Baptist Preachers Meet and fall in love in the South and face a challenge to bring their love together and build a life
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It's based a little on my experience, plus a little fantasy involving a cabin and a fireplace. My husband now, is not that rugged. For him, roughing it is when room service cuts off at ten at night.
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The song played at the Trading Post in Trego, Montana, sung by the late Dean Martin, about the weather outside being frightful and to let it snow didn’t have the appeal it would have, if it snowed like they said it was going to. And it was going to. Well, “Old Man” was living up to that song. It was snowing and it was predicted there would be a whole lot more as the front moved through. It was one of those slow-moving fronts and Old Man, as the locals believed and called God, himself knew how lo
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Veteran and loner saves a man from the snow. He finds he's not the only one damaged.
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Dinner was fun. We talked and laughed. He ate more shrimp than I thought possible. I did, too. Mr. Bowen threw us a sharpie pen to sign the wall. Then it was a short drive to the beach and an area where there were not that many businesses, mostly houses. People out that time of night were merely distant shadows in the distance, like the man walking a dog. So, Elias and I just strolled and talked. I told him about what I wanted to do in the future and he told me what he wanted. He minored in educ
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I sat in the makeup chair as the artist was putting powder on my face. To cut back on any shine, I was told. The backstage room was alive with activity preparing for the show to start. My eyes darted around the room looking for that one person. This was his life, not mine. So where was he? “You look a little anxious.” A voice said behind me. Looking I saw Gina. She was the picture of perfection. That auburn hair, those green eyes. The suited blue dress pressed perfectly. She held a leather-
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A great actor must hide the fact he's gay in the mid 1980s.
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Let me introduced myself. I am Eric Mitchell. Oddball. Not because I look bizarre or anything. I am a nice looking guy, I think. Black hair and brown eyes. I love to run. And who isn’t a little vain? Every guy wants to be that buff guy everyone drools over. The stud. And I had that. A little. I never went out for sports. I hate competition. I didn’t want to prove to anyone I was better than they were. The running helped when I had to work things out in my mind. That rhythm, the breathing…it was
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