He may get off on the endorphins, he may love the rush, but only true freaks love the gym. I hate the gym. I hate driving there after a day of work; never mind that I work from home I still hate it. I hate the stupid outfit I wear, the special shoes I had to buy and the drinks they sell at the ba...
hitman The big house had been transformed. Strings of orange lights wound around columns, dripped down from the windows. The paper decorations of bats, skeletons, Franken-dudes, and mummies turned back the clock. Lincoln no longer felt twenty but much younger. Then a sharp...
I think that, if we fags are honest with ourselves, many of us do. Like it, that is. Just why we like it is an open question. It is not, however, an open question as to why I hardly ever do it anymore. It comes down to a killer case of shigella I picked up in a steam room at the baths, one misty ...
Jayson had given him a clean bill of health and I was happy knowing that I wouldn’t have to spend another night in the house alone, to roll over to find Kashawn’s side of the bed empty and cold to the touch. I got the idea to throw him a homecoming party, inviting all his close friends, along wit...