As the fashion-conscious homosexual that I am, in my head I have a matching set of clothing for every man I’ve ever been with. And yes, “been with” is a euphemism for sex. Before recalling the men in my life, dragging them out of my closet and airing them on the line for all to see, I thought it would only be fair to have one of my past lovers describe me in clothing. What follows is his response, unedited and unapologetic, much like him: “In the closet of my love life, you would be a pair of fitted, designer blue jeans – expensive and engineered to accentuate the bits you’re proud of while hiding the bits that you’re not. Below the jeans would be a saucy pair of modern, black, Italian leather shoes, well-worn and perfect for dancing. Under the jeans is a pair of forty dollar Calvins. Above is a tailored pin-striped shirt that you bought to make yourself look taller. P.S. You’re not short, you only think you are. The only accessory is a wristwatch that looks expensive but wasn’t. You hate being late. You think the idea of Queer Standard Time is appalling and reinforces a bad stereotype. In fact, you insist on being early for everything and bounce around like a little waist-coated white rabbit when others make you late.”
That’s not how I would introduce myself, but that’s the point. Before I start unabashedly gossiping about the men who have been in my life, in clothes and out, I thought it only fair to give myself the same treatment. Now comes the fun part. Without further delay, I present to you, in chronological order, the men in Randy Talbot’s closet.
Se7en was an underground club and it sounded like the party was well underway by the time we got there. We grabbed each others’ hands and went down the steamy, dark rabbit hole together.
“Cover is twenty dollars,” the goth door attendant barked at us as he checked our IDs.
“Evan, didn’t you say it shouldn’t be more than ten?”
“Oh, tonight’s our special anniversary,” said the attendant, a crooked smile curling on his blackened lips. “Seven years at this location. It’s quite the party in there.”
We briefly discussed going somewhere else, but we were already there, so we bit the bullet, paid, got our hands stamped, and crossed into the unknown. The thick, inky satin curtain dividing coat check from the rest of the club may as well have been a wormhole into another universe. We froze before taking three steps inside and surveyed the landscape: black leather harnesses, vinyl clothing, rubber gloves, glow sticks, back hair, chains, and gas masks paraded before us under a shifting net of green laser lights that zapped through a fog of dry ice and perspiration. Then there was us. I wore my standard “little black dress” – a black spandex t-shirt and fitted black slacks. Evan wore a skin-tight metallic gold t-shirt and jeans, and Andy’s outfit was something like mine.
“Oh!” Evan exclaimed, clasping his hands together like some kid on Christmas morning. “This is going to be sooooo much fun!” He bounced into the room and introduced himself to a rather hirsute man in ass-less chaps. The remaining three of us huddled together, looking at each other with our mouths agape.
The night didn’t go badly at all. Evan and I stuck together for pretty much the entire night and he eventually poured enough liquor down my throat to get me dancing to the hellish trance music. By midnight, hunky Kevin was wearing a dog collar and getting led around by an enormous muscular man who might have been around thirty, and he seemed to be enjoying it. Andy had his face covered with neon war paint and was chatting with a svelte young man whose nipples were pierced and chained together. Another chain ran down his torso and disappeared behind the waist of his black leather pants where I imagine it was attached to something else.
Evan only left my side once to go to the washroom. By that time we had already shared many kisses, but when he got back he seemed a little too energized. I could tell he was into me before, but whatever he had downed in the washroom shattered what was left of his inhibitions. And don’t misunderstand. The attraction was by no means one-way. Evan was one hot little number.
Last call came and went. Andy had already left on the arm of an exotic-looking creature with a green mohawk. Kevin had lost his “owner” but retained his collar and a phone number. The three of us split a cab back to campus. Evan was all over me in the back seat and I can’t say I was doing much to stop him.
“Geez, get a room, you two,” said Kevin.
“That’s the plaaaaaaan,” said Evan, taking a break from tonguing my ear. “Besides,” he said, sliding his hand under my shirt. “You don’t know where my dorm is. And, right now, neither do I.” Then he laughed like he had just cracked the funniest joke ever.
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I live life in the fast lane.
My days and nights are a never-ending party of women, fast cars and alcohol.
I’m the one your father warned you about.
I have everything I ever wanted – except Audra Abelman.
She was always the good girl.
She was off limits.
I held out for almost a decade.
It’s time to set her inner bad girl free.
I’m Jimmy Wilder, and I’m going to claim the most sought after girl in the record industry.
Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.
Jimmy Wilder has the sex life every rock star dreams about. The notorious playboy of America’s number one punk rock band can have any woman he wants, except the one who holds his heart. This bad boy needs to curb his sinful ways before she’ll show any interest in him, but there’s one more problem – she’s the boss’s daughter.
Audra Abelman, heir to one of the most powerful record labels in the country, just landed her dream job as tour manager for her favorite band. She’s been Immortal Angel’s number one groupie for years, and she’s been privy to the out-of-control lifestyle of their radical drummer. Trapped on a tour bus with the charismatic Jimmy Wilder, she falls victim to his irresistible charm, but she refuses to compromise her ethics. He needs to get his life together before she’ll give him a second glance, but a bigger obstacle stands in their way – her father.
One woman between his legs, one straddled across his face and another licking his chest – life didn’t get much better than this. The tour bus dipped and the four of them bounced off the mattress just as Jimmy Wilder exploded. They had been going at it for the entire ride from Chicago, and now collapsed in a tangled heap of sexually satiated hard bodies.
The bus jolted to a stop and interrupted Jimmy’s state of bliss. He slapped the redhead next to him on her perfect naked ass. “This is your stop, sweets.” He threw on a pair of jeans and tossed a few hundred dollar bills on the bed. “Get yourselves a taxi back home. Thanks for the good time.”
He left the girls to dress and let themselves out. He needed to quench his thirst, and there was an ice cold beer beckoning to him from the fridge. He cracked open a Budweiser and took a long, refreshing gulp before he joined the rest of the band in the living area.
Jessi stroked Tommy’s long, blond hair, and Angel rested a hand on Tommy’s thigh. Across from the trio sat Damien and Alyssa Diamond, quietly talking to one another.
Alyssa turned to Jimmy and flipped her long, black hair over her shoulder. “At least put the music on or something. You know that flimsy door doesn’t block any noise. You’ve heard these three.” She looked directly at Tommy and raised her brow. “I don’t know what the hell Jessi and Angel are doing to you, but I’d really love to know.”
Jimmy’s three ladies appeared from the bedroom, gave him a wet kiss, and he gave them a pat on the butt as they passed through the center aisle of the bus and out the front exit. Jimmy turned the cap from his beer between his fingers a few times, before he flicked it across the table. “I’ve been thinking.” He sat down next to Damien, but addressed Angel. “Why do you three always get the bedroom and we get stuck in those cramped bunks? It’s not fair, man.” His cheeks displayed a dimpled smile while his thoughts went to the last hour and a half of fun with the two brunettes and the redhead. “I think we should share the bedroom.” Jimmy took a long sip of his beer, and his thoughts drifted back to his romp with the three lovely ladies. It was rare that he scored the bedroom, and the extra room afforded an array of pleasing positions.
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When David’s boyfriend, Jared, becomes a control freak, David’s growing resentment threatens their relationship on the college basketball team, and neither is willing to jeopardize the chance of winning the national title. Knowing that David cannot afford to lose his athletic scholarship, Jared warns that if he leaves him, he will tell the coach that his rising star is gay.
Across the state at a different university, David’s twin, Neil, is destined for greatness in the business world. Also gay, he meets a man named Jerry who changes his life, but finding their roommate murdered shakes their relationship to its core.
As the twins face their individual challenges, they meet some interesting characters, loves are lost and hearts are broken, but the challenge they must face together threatens to destroy the very foundation of their lives.
David stopped at the Union for a quick snack and headed back to the dorm to await his tutor. He changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top so he would be comfortable. There was no need for winter attire inside the dorm.
He opened the door as soon as he heard the first knock. Standing there was a guy about as tall as he was, with gorgeous blue eyes, shoulder-length whitish blond hair, and a big friendly grin. Outweighing David by probably forty pounds and with enough muscle to bench-press a ton, he introduced himself. “Hi, David Maga? I’m Danny Houseknecht. Coach Maguire assigned me as your tutor for your final exams. Shall we get started?”
David pulled over the chair from Jared’s desk.
“Nice pictures on the wall. Celtics fan, eh?”
“Yeah, do or die.”
“Well, they certainly died last year. They were fourth place in the Atlantic Division.”
“But I’m confident they’ll do better this year.”
“We’ll see. I have to admit you’re a pretty good ballplayer yourself. I’ve watched you play every game this year. You’ve got a lot of potential.”
“Thanks. Every game?”
“Yes, I’m at the scorer’s table keeping the official record of the game for Coach M. Glad you got over your jitters last night against ECU and scored. Now, where should we get started? Coach gave me your class schedule – art, geography, history, math, and English – all the basic introductory courses. Who are your teachers?”
David rattled off the course and the professor.
“Good. I’m pretty familiar with their usual finals. The way I like to run these tutoring sessions is – I ask you a question, you answer it to the best of your ability and jot in your notes what you said, and then I add what else you should include in your answer. Then just a fast review right before you take the exam should have everything fresh in your mind.”
David took a very long pause and then said, “This isn’t really working for me. I can’t concentrate.”
“Because I’m gay and you’re too hot a man. All that keeps intruding on my mind is what you would look like naked and what we would be doing in a bed. I mean, it’s Friday night, right before finals. I’m sure every guy on campus, except the basketball players, is doing his damnedest to get laid.”
“Point well taken. But you’ve got a job to do and so do I. Mine is to make sure you’re ready for your exams and I have to do everything in my power to make it so.” He rose from his chair and removed his sweater, then his shirt, his shoes, his socks, and his pants. He stood in front of David in only a tight pair of shorts that could have been designed by Andrew Christian. “Does this satisfy your erotic fantasy so we can get on with our tutoring?” David just sat there staring at the gorgeous Nordic god. “Obviously not yet.”
He removed his underwear and let his endowment flop free. David’s eyes fixed directly on it.
“You want it? Go ahead.”
David didn’t move. He still sat there transfixed by the beauty in front of him.
“I forgot, we’re supposed to be on the bed.”
He grabbed David’s hand and pulled him up off the chair and led him to the bed.
Neil and Jerry had been on the road for nearly two hours when Neil asked Jerry to pull over to the side of the interstate. “I have something to say and I didn’t want you driving when I say it.”
There was a long pause – a long uncomfortable pause – so long that dire thoughts began to race through Jerry’s head.
They were oblivious to everything but themselves and the moment. They weren’t even cognizant of the red and blue lights in their rear window. It was the tap on the window that got their attention. Jerry rolled down the window as the officer shined his light inside and searched for any imminent danger.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“Oh officer, nothing could be better than this moment. After three months of waiting, my honey has told me he loves me.”
“Have you been drinking?”
“Only from the springs of Cupid.”
Not understanding the allusion, he had Jerry step out of the car. “What were you drinking?”
“Nothing officer. I was speaking metaphorically. You want me to take a breathalyzer test, or do the road sobriety test?”
“No, I don’t smell alcohol on you, and your pants are up. Just do me a favor. Don’t park on the side of an interstate. You could cause or be in an accident.”
“Thanks, officer, but I think we can wait until we get home.”
“Well, be careful. I heard on my scanner that there’s a lot of heavy fog about thirty miles from here.”
Jerry reseated himself and fastened his seat belt preparing to reenter traffic when Neil started laughing hysterically. “That certainly killed the moment, but we’re going to talk about this for the rest of our lives. I tell you I love you and all at once there are red lights flashing. What the hell is going to happen when we’re in bed together?”
“I know all the disco lights in my brain will be going off.”
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A rock star, David is torn between his public persona and the man he is at home. When on stage, he praises the Lord, as would a good Christian, while young women clamor for his attention, but behind the heavy gates that guard his home, he is a man with more than one secret. David is a Jew, not a Christian, and no woman will ever hold his heart. The one he hurries home to is Nathan, the quiet man who turned his life around. As his fame escalates, a secret from his past threatens everything he would willingly die to protect.
“And the Grammy goes to…” A hush fell over the crowd and David sat in the front row with his eyes closed. Let it be me, he repeated to himself several times. Then it happened. “Son Phoenix!” The audience went wild as the band made its way to the stage to accept the award for rock album of the year.
When David lifted the statue high above his head, the audience roared. They had all been contenders, but David was the best. He was the lead singer, the member of the band that made young women faint, but David Wassenstein was known as Blade to them. He crossed himself and thanked the Lord for the honor, as was expected of a good Christian.
Nathan Gelman sat in the back row and watched the hypocrisy. David, or Blade, clutched his chest as if he were touching a cross that hung from his neck, but Nathan knew the truth. The Star of David dangled from Blade’s neck. Nathan had given it to him six months ago on their two year anniversary. David said that Jewish men didn’t become rock stars, but that was exactly what David was…a rock star…and a Jew.
David didn’t look at Nathan when he accepted the award. He didn’t dare. He didn’t care if his fans thought or knew he was gay. Men and women pushed through the crowds to look at him, to touch him, to hear him speak a few words only to them. David didn’t look at Nathan because he knew what he would see in the eyes of his lover. He would see disappointment, betrayal, and hurt because he had denounced his faith, at least in public. When the two of them were together in their home, locked behind heavy gated walls, David was as true to the Jewish faith as Nathan.
David didn’t notice when Nathan quietly exited the theatre, but he had expected him to leave as soon as the winner was announced.
Nathan drove through the gate that closed behind him and turned on the lights inside the mansion they shared. He lit a fire in the fireplace and waited for the sound of the black limousine that would bring Blade home to him again. His fingertips lightly outlined the matching Star of David that clung to his chest as he thought about the separate lives they led.
David was running. He was running from his past, from his present, and what the future may hold for the two of them, but mostly, David was running from himself.
His star power had skyrocketed and he had no knowledge of his ex-wife’s whereabouts, but those were things he had come to terms with quite easily. David’s issues went far deeper than Nathan had realized. At the time of the divorce, he and his wife had a baby girl, but no marriage. He wrote to his ex often, as did she to him, but after a while, the correspondence ceased. They had nothing more to say to each other. David sent payments for the child he feared he would never know, but he never saw his daughter again.
That was a long time ago, but Nathan knew David was haunted by the fact that he had a child out there somewhere. In a sense, David was the father to a ghost. Nathan noticed how he scanned the packed audiences when he took the stage. Women of all ages thought he was looking only at them, but Nathan knew he was studying the faces hoping to find one with features that mirrored his own.
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Daniel Self, former hero of his college football team, is handsome, smart, compassionate, and loved by many, but for very different reasons. The former head cheerleader, beautiful Jenna Samms, wants Daniel as a temporary charm on her bracelet of life, but she has no idea he has a secret desire that she can never satisfy. He leaves one night, giving little information about his destination. Dunnelly Knight hides his feelings for Daniel, becoming a popular newscaster and partnering with a powerful and wealthy businessman in Dallas. A shy and tortured soul, Jamie Barnes is a night club performer with gender identity issues, making his twisted journey forward and giving himself to wealthy clients for money. He thinks of Daniel often, as he was the man who awakened him to what he wanted most.
When one of them is murdered, questions and accusations are raised, but few answers surface.
And then, Daniel returns.
The MASQUERADE was the hottest show bar in Texas, and it was there that Jamie Barnes from Willow, Texas found his true calling. The drag shows were always followed by male strippers, and on weekends lines waited at the door for entry. Jamie headed to the makeshift mirror and makeup table of the cramped dressing room behind the stage. “I thought it went well. I was feeling the love for that drag from New Orleans. She should come back again.”
“Yeah, the audience loved her, but what was with that arch of the back on her last song. I thought she might be trying to limbo under the rainbow,” Lauren, formerly Larry, cattily laughed.
“Don’t be bitter because the audience loved her,” Jamie snickered.
“Okay, I’m not trying to get into your business, but you’ve had the picture of that hunk in the football uniform stuck on your mirror since we’ve been with this club. Who is he? Is he some mystery man from your past?”
Jamie’s expression darkened. “Don’t go there, okay, his name is Daniel, and that’s all you need to know.”
Jamie looked into the mirror as he wiped off the makeup. He watched his gender change and the reflection of one Jamie became another looking back at him. He looked up at Daniel’s picture and set the hairbrush on the table.
Denton was a bit of a spoiled narcissist who went for what he wanted and felt entitled to have it. Dunnelly knew from the beginning that he and Denton had very different values. Dunnelly thrived on work and career as Denton went through the motions of working at an oil company downtown, a job snagged through connections of his father. It was a clash of values they both tried to work through, but the sex and passion was the glue that held them together.
“Okay Denton,” Dunnelly shouted into the open door of the den. “Do you think you could at least pick up after yourself?”
Denton looked up from the computer with the same glazed look in his eyes that was the giveaway that he had already had a few too many beers. “Whoa… go easy on me, handsome. I’ve had a long day myself,” he smiled with his usual sarcasm.
“Denton, you know the cleaning service only comes in once a week, and they don’t seem to be doing a very good job. It was your idea to hire a cleaning service with handsome guys that clean in the nude, but I don’t think it’s too much to ask that they do the job they’re hired to do, with or without clothes! Could it be you who is getting all the service rather than the house?”
Denton followed behind Dunnelly as he turned to leave the room. “Hey, maybe you just need a little loving to get you out of that bad mood,” he said softly as he kissed Dunnelly’s neck.
The howling north wind outside the bedroom window woke him from a deep sleep the following morning. He could hear the gentle rise and fall of Denton’s breathing as he lay asleep beside him. He switched on the downstairs TV as he headed into the kitchen to make coffee. He poured his first cup of the day and headed for the computer in the den. He took out his laptop and set it on the edge of the desk, but he noticed the desktop was flashing signals of unopened mail. Denton must have failed to sign out of his mail account. Dunnelly prompted the sleeping screen to sign him out, but couldn’t help but notice that he had six new mails. He noticed that all them were from the same she-male site sent to the in box of BIG TEX.
BIG TEX may have been a tongue in cheek clichéd euphemism but it was all too familiar to Dunnelly. That was how Denton had signed off on all his e-mails to him when they first got together. Hmmm…let me see what has been keeping you busy in your off hours, Dunnelly thought as he went to the first e-mail and clicked open. ‘D… you’re still feeling it, I see,’ the first line of the message read. ‘You lasted longer this time, was it because it had been a while or were you just taking your time? Don’t make me wait to see you so long between visits. You know how I want to make you feel. I’m waiting to hear from you. You know where to find me. Yours alone, J/ME!’
Dunnelly logged out of the computer knowing all he needed to know. He didn’t know who J was, and he wasn’t certain he wanted to. Big Tex indeed, he thought, as he shook his head in disbelief. It came as no real surprise, but only validated what he already suspected. He was more disappointed than angry, and the loss of trust hurt more than the infidelity.
“You requested your usual room, 503…is this still acceptable for you?”
“Yes, and it’s always a pleasure to see you at the desk again,” Denton replied as he presented his American Express card.
“The pleasure is indeed mine, sir. “Enjoy your stay, and please let us know if there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable.”
Denton picked up his briefcase and headed across the lobby to the bank of elevators.
Jamie Barnes never had to deal with the stigmas that other transgender had to deal with. Her female was nothing contrived and nothing she had to work on. She was small in stature, with no visible Adam’s apple. She didn’t need makeup or an exaggerated gait to be female. The feminine part of her nature was a natural manifestation, and this butterfly was spreading her wings. She was making fast money, and many of the wealthiest men in Dallas waited in line for her services. Some of the men found her on stage and would slip her a fifty or hundred dollar bill, but she never took chances with new clients. She used only the best hotels and she was well known enough that most of her clients were repeat high paying customers. Some played rough, but they all knew her limits and would honor her boundaries. She was good at what she did and there was no better pro in Dallas.
The doorman opened the massive glass door when he saw her approach. “Good evening, ma’am,” he said as she walked through and greeted him with a sly smile.
She tapped on the door of 503 as Denton opened the door. Jamie stepped inside quickly as Denton put the security lock in place.
“Big Tex, you look like you’re ready for me. Well, let’s see if the third eye of Big Tex is ready to see me,” Jamie said as she slid down on her knees.
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Uninterested in the mating ritual of his people, Amu dreams of causing male screams of passion, and he confides in Owa, the young tribal storyteller, his desire of being in another man’s arms and kissing his lips. Discovering one night that Owa is a follower of the white fluid, Amu’s passion is ignited, but both men know they must hide it from their fellow tribesmen, lest they suffer the same fate as Kwamie and Kitru, fellow swallowers of the snake.
Before dawn broke from somewhere in the Land of the Coming Sun, Amu and Owa awoke. Owa knew he had to leave first to return to the village. They dare not return together, lest someone figure out what had transpired between them. Violating the taboo of two men together the way they had been would have meant exile to a deserted isle several hours away where they would most likely perish.
Amu returned to the village a short while later, immediately grabbed his fishing net and spear, and like most of the men, he was whistling and humming and extremely happy for the first time in his life, though obviously for a different reason than the other men. He listened to the men brag of their first night with a new partner, how they did it, and how they made their women scream in ecstasy, and how many times they did it.
On the third night of mating, Owa mentioned that he was especially hungry for some fruit and was going to the forest to find some. He looked at Amu as if extending an invitation to join him before taking the trail out of the village that led to the trees where they had enjoyed their first encounter. Amu was in turmoil. He so wanted to follow but knew they were violating a taboo. He watched as Owa departed. He bedded down in the long hut and tried vainly to sleep, but the thoughts and feelings of their first encounter kept his mind active.
He rose and silently took the path into the forest, tripping now and then in the near total darkness over roots and vines that clogged the path.
“I was hoping you would come,” Owa whispered as he heard the sounds of dried branches cracking under Amu’s feet and saw by starlight the figure finally draw near.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Owa extended his hand to Amu, and Amu let Owa draw him close. Lips found lips, and all the senses except sight came into play. The heat from bodies pressing close together, the taste of each other’s mouth, the smell of each other’s skin – all were heightened by the darkness.
“Teach me how to please you the way you pleased me,” Amu said.
“Are you sure?”
“Then do what I do.”
Owa began his seduction of Amu, and Amu reciprocated, eager to please his new lover.
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My world was dark and filled with pain.
Loneliness gnawed at my soul.
I found solace in a bottle.
Music was my only refuge . . . until I met her.
She was a dark Gothic goddess in thigh-high leather boots.
She brought light into my life and showed me what it was like to be loved.
But could she handle the demons that haunted me . . . and the vices that kept them at bay?
This is the one everyone’s been waiting for. This is Damien and Alyssa’s story.
Delve into the mind of Immortal Angel’s brooding, hardcore bassist with a troubled past.
This book is a stand-alone, but reading books one and two in the series is suggested:
The Prince of Punk Rock (Radical Rock Stars Book 1)
Between A Rock and A Hard Place (Radical Rock Stars Book 2)
Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.
Life wasn’t always good to Damien Diamond. An alcoholic, abusive mother left him to fend for himself and with little self-esteem. He turned to drugs and alcohol to mask his inner pain. If it weren’t for Angel Garcia, he would have perished on the streets of New York City, but it was a dark gothic goddess who gave Damien a reason to live. She wouldn’t put up with his self-destructive behavior, and he needed to turn his life around in order to win back the only woman he ever loved.
Alyssa never took an ounce of crap from anyone. The last thing she needed was a tattooed punk rocker with a boatload of baggage, but once Damien Diamond walked into her life, she couldn’t stop thinking about the sweet and sensitive guy that hid behind the tough-as-nails exterior.
Follow Damien Diamond as he prepares for the third leg of his successful World Tour with Immortal Angel, and as he reflects on his bitter past and the road that led him to be part of one of the most popular and radical punk rock bands in the nation.
Her body stiffened rock hard for a few seconds before her hands stopped struggling under his grip. She melted into the sheets with a long sigh. It was the sigh that Damien was waiting for. He finally broke this wild filly. She surrendered to him. In that moment, he felt an energy pass between them. It connected them, and he knew that he and Alyssa were meant to be together.
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The young man labeled a pariah must find his way through a labyrinth of his own making as he tries to discover what truly makes him happy. This is no easy task at Williamsburg State University, where gay men are plentiful and the endless buffet has plenty to offer. Cautioned against trying to bed every man who will have him, Terry does not heed the warning nor does he realize that his actions may have undesirable consequences.
The most imminent thing on the horizon was New York City, and all the men he could ever want. He could pick and choose, if the description of the downstairs wooden frame with naked men waiting was in any way, shape, or form accurate.
Terry was in awe as he looked in the shop windows as they navigated the sidewalk of Christopher Street, the gayest street in the entire city. There were restaurants, art galleries, antique stores, an off-Broadway theatre, fashion stores, jewelry stores, and leather shops. It was nothing like sedate East Port.
Randy smiled at Terry, “Welcome to NYU, or as some people call it, NY Yoo-hoo, because of the gay guys hollering out the dorm windows at cute guys on the street.” He led Terry up the steps to the third floor, unlocked the door, and was rather shocked to see Robby with a blond he had obviously picked up.
“Sorry, roomie, didn’t know you were here. We’ll be out in a minute.” They went for a bite to eat at one of the restaurants on Christopher Street. “That was awkward,” Henry said. “He is good, though, if you know what I mean.”
“You and your roommate have…?”
“Well, it seems we have another thing in common. My roomie and I have, too.” Terry went on to relate his unions with Darryl, Randy, Phil, and Muddy.
“You certainly have been one randy guy down there at Williamsburg State. Want to do something different I haven’t even tried here in the city?”
“Sure, what is it?”
Butchie’s certainly was not an eye-catching place from the outside. Two small windows on the street were covered on the inside with wooden blinds, and a large metal grate covered it on the outside when the place was locked. Terry looked around and noted that nearly everything about the place was light brown in color and relatively new. There was nothing that indicated the age of the building, unlike every other shop Terry had observed in the Village. It completely lacked character, not that he was here to appreciate character. He admired the men in the shop. There were several he would love to have sex with, and he commented on them to his companions. He watched them disappear behind a curtain and they didn’t return.
“That’s where the steps to paradise are, I presume.”
“Yes. The maze is to the left.”
Terry followed them at a respectable distance, but he lost them in the darkness of the maze. Instead, he found himself in a room lit only by a single red light bulb, and he was witness to all the depravity that two men could do together. In a far corner he noticed an orgy of seven guys combining in every way possible. Some of them noticed him as well and motioned him to join them. He was theirs in an instant as seven guys were all over him. All he could do, being suddenly the centerpiece of their orgy, was enjoy the ride. This was sex as he had never known it could be.
Then he felt what he was not prepared for.
“Whoa!” he shouted. “Wrap it up or get out.”
Suddenly all seven males deserted him. He didn’t play by the rules of the basement. Left out of the conglomeration of mingled bodies, he worked his way back towards the maze.
“Hey, wait!” One of the seven came running after him. “You must be new here. Come with me into the maze.”
He grabbed Terry’s hand and led him into the absolute darkness of the maze. They rounded four corners and he pulled Terry to him. He was a man on a mission and not to be denied. Terry couldn’t refrain from giving in completely to the man. Afterward, he disappeared before Terry could say a word.
Totally disoriented in the darkness, Terry began to feel his way around the maze, accidentally touching couples along the way. Only when he heard moaning did he know there were two guys engaged.
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Harper Hughes, Hollywood’s best known cinematographer, finds a new love and a new life after the loss of his life partner. The much younger and long time admirer of his work, Polish/Dutch cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge, comes into his life at exactly the right moment. Harper’s move to the newest and most exclusive residence in Palm Springs allows him to trust again, but he trusts too much. Struggling with personal demons, he wonders if he is too old for a new love and a much younger lover. There are those around him who might conclude that love was much too high a price to pay.
Harper was shaky on his feet as he reached the podium to present an award for cinematography to a new and upcoming cinematographer, Stanislau Fluge. He presented Stanislau the award and found himself caught off guard by the handsome young Pole sharing the stage with him. A bear hug and peck on the cheek spoke volumes as the older passed the torch to the younger. It was mutual admiration as Stanislau shared his vision of film which had been inspired by none other than Harper Hughes, who had single-handedly created a whole genre of film.
Harper belted down several more drinks and felt his bladder might not hold if he didn’t find his way to the men’s room. Feeling relieved and washing his hands, he caught the young smiling face of the Stanislau Fluge over his right shoulder. Harper smiled back into the mirror and turned to greet him.
“Let me say congratulations again. You are the new force to reckon with in film today.”
A blush came to Stanislau as he replied in a heavy eastern European accent, “Oh, but Mr. Hughes, it has been your work that has inspired me in every way. I must say thanks to you.” Stanislau gave Harper a gentle pat on the back. “Might it be possible, Mr. Hughes, to meet with you sometime at your convenience?”
“I would like that very much, but I insist you call me Harper. “Here’s my card, and please call me whenever you’re back in town and we will make a night of it.”
“Wonderful, but I ask that you call me Stanis.”
“Come into the bedroom, Stanis, we have waited long enough,” Harper said. They walked down the hallway arm in arm as they tugged at their ties and Harper dropped his onto the floor.
The house was quiet and dark, but Harper found no peace in the quiet. He switched on a violin concerto on the sound system as they both began to shed their clothes.
“Harper, you know I have loved you from far away and never allowed myself to believe we could ever be together. You had your partner, and we both had our work. Now that has all changed and it is all new and different. Nothing should get in our way now.” Stanis spoke as he kissed Harper on his neck and moved his way downward.
Harper lay back on the bed to take part in feelings that had been on hold for so long. He had Stanis, this beautiful man, where he had always wanted him to be, next to him and feeling the love.
He woke to the first rays of light streaming through the Bermuda shutters and found Stanis still wrapped in his arms. He kissed him on the cheek and slid out of bed. He made his way to the kitchen and started the coffee. Making his way down the hall with the two mugs of coffee, he set the coffee on the bedside table and reached over to give Stanis a proper good morning kiss.
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I need them both, in my life and in my bed, and I’m not living without either one of them.
I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it costs me everything I’ve ever wanted.
I’m Tommy Blade, The Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the continuation of our story.
Warning: This book is for mature audiences only.
When Jessi Blade is forced to miss the first leg of Immortal Angel’s world tour, Tommy Blade and Angel Garcia are alone together for the first time. Their romance flourishes and brings them closer together, but time apart puts a strain on Tommy and Jessi’s marriage. The demanding schedule of a world tour, pressure from the record label and a wife who feels neglected, leaves Tommy under a blanket of anxiety. He’s helpless as his perfect life slowly falls to pieces.
When Jessi Blade finally catches up to Tommy and Angel four weeks into their world tour, she begins to feel like an outsider. She’s not about to take a back seat to Angel and competes for Tommy’s attention. Tired of the rivalry, she begins to wonder if they’d be happier without her.
Angel Garcia is trying to hold their relationship together, but Jessi’s animosity and Tommy’s nervous tension is a heavy load to carry. Before long, it becomes clear that their life and the band are doomed unless they work out their differences.
Angel slid under the covers and extended his arm, capturing Tommy in a warm embrace. Tommy nestled in the crook of Angel’s shoulder, but sleep no longer beckoned. He stirred and flipped onto his back. “I’m not used to sleeping like this. The bed feels empty.”
“It’s not empty. I’m here.” Angel sounded hurt.
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just used to being sandwiched between you and Jessi. I don’t know what to do with my other arm.
Angel took Tommy’s free hand and kissed it. “This hand belongs to me for the next few weeks.” He put Tommy’s hand flat on his chest over his heart. “Do you feel that? Each beat of my heart is telling you how much I love you. Every night this is where your hand will rest and listen to the depth of my love for you.” A gentle hand tucked strands of hair behind Tommy’s ear. Warm lips met his neck and a hot, thick tongue licked tiny circles on the sensitive skin and warm breath blew on his cheek like a summer breeze. Tommy kept his eyes closed and reached for his lover’s cheek. He tilted his head to the side to allow Angel’s magnificent tongue to bathe him. “That’s the way I want you to wake me up every morning for the rest of my life.” Tommy slid his hand across Angel’s broad chest and around his waist. He looked into the dark eyes of the man he loved and a warm sensation spread through his chest. “How did you get to be so romantic?”
“Romance is all I think about when it comes to you, mi amor. I used to pine for you at night, never taking a lover because my heart was already married to you. I used to hug my pillow to my chest to prevent it from breaking in two. One night I cried into it for fear that a relationship with you was too absurd to work. I was afraid that in the long run you would leave me, and I would perish. You are my prince, my knight in shining armor.”
A stray photographer pursued Jessi as she entered the venue. She smiled and waved but he followed her. “How is the tour going? What city is Immortal Angel headed to next?”
“Very busy,” she answered over her shoulder. “And we’re off to Amsterdam tomorrow.”
He was persistent and trailed after her. “Can you tell us about the new album? How many songs has the band recorded so far?”
She smiled at the photographer without offering a response.
He was relentless and tried to grab her attention with an onslaught of personal questions, most of which she ignored. “How does it feel to be reunited with Tommy and Angel after being separated for so long? What was it like being away from each other? Did it change your relationship?”
Each question irritated her more than the last, and it took all of her willpower not to hurl four letter words at him.
The questions continued. “Do you think Tommy and Angel were glad you stayed home so they could spend time alone? They’re closer. Everyone can see it. They bumped you out of that red carpet photo just now. How did that make you feel?”
She stopped dead. She didn’t care if she was late or missed the entire performance. This photographer hit a raw and festering nerve. How dare you insinuate – ”
Marissa grabbed Jessi’s arm and pulled her away from the photographer. “Don’t listen to him. He was baiting you into giving him something he could turn into a juicy piece of gossip.”
Jessi knew that, but his accusations were hateful. She reflected on his questions and wondered if a small part of them were true. Some of the headlines from the photos in her scrapbook flashed in her head. While The Mrs. Is Away, The Boys Will Play and No Wife, Happy Life.
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