JamesSavik

A friend of mine posted the various flags of the LGBTQWTF alphabet soup idiocy. There's the good old reliable Pride flag that everybody used to like colorful with its rainbow of colors. Then there were flags for lesbians, bisexuals, transsexuals, asexuals, pansexuals and WTF-else-sexuals. Why do we need or want this Balkanization? The first symbol I ever saw of the gay movement was the pink triangle. It dates back to the Holocaust. It was the symbol the Nazis put on gay people in the death camps where they were sent to be raped and worked to death. Researchers think between four hundred thousand and half a million GLBT people died in those camps alongside Jews, gypsies and other undesirables of Hitler's Reich. Not long after the Holocaust there was another, quiet holocaust against GLBT people. It was perpetrated by medical doctors looking to "cure" gay people. It took the form of lobotomies and electroshock therapy. It cured sexual deviance by destroying the person. We have forgotten that the Gay Movement was not started because of a bar riot in Greenwich Village. It was started by people who merely wanted to survive. That puts the circus that Pride has become in some perspective.

I dreamed of Thibault. He asked near tears, “You don’t want me?” He was such a sweet little kid who wanted to please. He had no idea how close he came to riding home with us, but my instincts were shouting at me that there was a bigger game being played if I could just figure it out. “If you ask Remy he will let you have me.” That was the old way adoptions were done. A family distressed would send one or more of their children to live with relatives or trusted friends. That’s how Toby and B

I woke up as I felt movement in the bed. I tried to sit up, but Frank said, “Whoa tiger. You’re sleeping in this morning.” “I am?” “You are. You were up entirely too late making the world safe for gay kids. You’ve got minions. Let us carry the ball this morning. Have a lazy day today and expect some surprises. Get a little rest, so I can jump your bones later.” I sat up, hugged Frank and said, “Thank you baby. I look forward to it.” He said, “Do I have to worry about Rory? He

The Company - Chapter 5 - White Knight Out now Questions Answered- Where in Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Louisiana or Mississippi does the story take place? The answer is... yes. The setting is fictionalized. If you're familiar with the region, the place names will sound familiar but not quite right. Think of Faulkner's Yoknapatawpha county. Why is AIDs such a big deal in the story? The innocence of youth is a beautiful thing. In 1986 there wasn't a bigger deal than AIDS if you were gay. Everybody lived under its shadow and it was a death sentence. Everyone knew someone who died. Anal didn't really become a lost art but, lot's of people either gave it up or cut way back. I'm glad younger people don't know what it was like. I think the term is maximum suckage. What' s with all the trucks? It's the south. Trucks get you to work and work for you. Many, if not most, young men in rural parts of the south, and in the south rural is never that far away and where we work & play, would prefer to have a truck over anything else. Why doesn't Tom have a cell phone? They don't exist yet. Neither does the interwebz. He will bow to the inevitable and get a pager and you'll see what fun those were. The hobby? No shit? I've heard it called that in some places but it's not universal. In many rural areas with a lot of isolation it worked that way. Take a few belts of moonshine and a toke or two of country boy homegrown, it'll make more sense.

The county seat DeKalb was a fifteen-minute drive from Lakeview but at 3:30am, Detective Monroe could make it in twelve. The little town was an old timber hub. Even in the wee hours trains rumbled through hauling finished lumber from the two big mills off to New Orleans, Atlanta and points beyond. He pulled into the old hospital’s official vehicle's lot, showed his badge at the ER entrance and was directed to the combination morgue and coroner’s office in the basement. He knocked on th

We woke up Tuesday morning and took the promised shower with Toby and Brandon. Afterwards, we did our clean-up. Towels were folded, sheets were stripped from beds, and garbage was collected. By ten, we were on our way after I locked the place up. I stopped by Fred Henderson’s place and met my cousin Lee in the driveway. He didn’t recognize me at first. I couldn’t remember exactly how old he was other than he was in junior high when I was in college. He had the look of a Henderson: tall, wir

Chapter 4 of The Company is out now.

The next morning did not turn out quite the way I expected it. Not bad, but not what I expected. I found myself in a scene suitable to be the subject of a Renaissance master. I woke up lying on my back in the bright glow of warm early morning sun from the high windows, bathing the bed in a yellow-orange glow. Jeb’s head and arm were lying across my chest. Frank was spooned against Jeb’s back with his arm draped over Jeb and his face nuzzled against his back. I got an even better view f

The Company has a new installment. Tim and Frank take they menagerie to the country place for Memorial Day Weekend. Wunder wut's in the woods.

When we got home from church, we all packed light for the camp. I loaded the big Coleman cooler in the back of the van. As the guys were getting their act together, I called Fred Henderson, who owned a nearby farm and was part of the hunting club that used Arrowhead Lodge and the land surrounding it. The hunting there was all over winter, but the hunting club kept the roads open and looked after the place. As it turned out, I got him. He was barbecuing and had just sat down after a standing

This story is demanding that I write it and get it out there for your summer reading. Hope you have fun with it. -JS

I woke up as the rosy pink of dawn’s light began to warm me up. I lay still and enjoyed the warm feeling of Frank against my back and his monster cock pressed against my back side. I grinned at the thought that someone was glad to see me this morning. Just across the bed, Chris and Tony were a tangle of long arms and legs, and their two faces were angelic in repose. Seeing them there in the pale morning light was like an oil painting by some old master. As gently and stealthily as I po

If you haven't seen it yet, I've got a new story. It's quite a departure form my usual style. I usually don't include a lot of sexual content because unless it's balanced, that ends up being all there is. As I try to deliver a good story and maybe spark peoples interest in new things, I might as well experiment a bit. My plan is for four guys in the eighties to find each other and have adventures... and lot's of smoking hot sex along the way. I was stalled on another project and needed to put my head somewhere else for a while. This was fun and I like the characters. I hope y'all do to. Check it out. Maybe in private. 😀 -James The Company

May 1986 I first saw him at a convenience store near the lake. He was a tall, wiry young man with hair like burnished copper, a stunning smile and an arm load of junk food. I judged him to be at least twenty, with a wisp of a goatee. I opened the door as he came out giving me that brilliant smile and said, “Thank you sir”. He got into a Nissan truck with a young companion with shoulder-length blond hair. They left with the strains of a Metallica song playing. As he pulled out, I s

Four friends find themselves, each other, and seek their fortune in the Eighties. However, things aren't as simple as they seem.

Took me a while but this is what I got for #755 The Agony of the Big-K

Blood gushed from the place where his finger had been torn off, but he didn’t seem to notice as he stumbled toward the body on the floor. Chief Henderson had been torn to red bloody rags by the missile splinters that had blown the avionics repair bay into expensive junk. Two more members of their section were down hard in pieces and the other three who had just been there were... just gone. Avionics Specialist Randy Doss realized that he was the only surviving member of his duty section.

India Hotel is Down

India Hotel is Down Wherever he stepped the sandy beach burned and left glass imprints of his footsteps like a bizarre pathway out of hell. The sun blazed on the island and the constant roar of the surf and the call of the gulls filled the air. Like most of the small islands in this part of the South China Sea, it was flat and sandy with thick, scruffy would be jungle. It would be a jungle if typhoons didn't blow these sandbars in and out of existence with great regulari

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Government secrecy has become habitual because it keeps the peasants from asking embarrassing questions, allows the real crooks to hide and they can punish anyone that exposes the truth. -JS

BBC: First Picture of a Black Hole

TOO THE OARS!

GhostRyder15 is cool. Give it a go. You'll probably like it if you like my stuff.

Collaborative stories can be fun but, sometimes they can be a pain. There have to be ground rules and unless you want a grand mess on your hands, a consensus on setting, characters, and just how far you can go. I was the trail boss for a collaborative story some years ago called Collision. It still out there somewhere. CRVBoy's I think. It was fun to do and it turned out to be a good read. While I NEVER want to be trail boss again, it could be fun to collaborate. It all depends on the genre, what you like to write and how it's organized. See if this gets you interested: