Beach Encounter

I wrote this story in late 2003 and was probably one of the first gay sex stories I wrote. I had been an avid reader of Nifty for several years but remember I grew tired of reading stories that were predictable or badly written.

I wanted to write a story that tricks the reader into thinking that Pete is going to hook up with the stud walking the beach but then takes the reader in a different direction.

For the most part, I think the story works but it is overlong. There is too much preamble. I still quite like the story and could have been the first part of a steamy holiday romance.

I submitted this story to TommyHawksFantasyWorld website and he published it in December 2003. To accompany the story, he commissioned an artist, Dean Cameron, I have borrowed that picture and used it above to create the story card.

TommyHawksFantasyWorld has changed since publishing my story and is no longer a paysite which hosts his, and other writers, stories. It is now just a place for his stories and a way of him selling the eBooks he created. His stories are well worth a read; I enjoyed them very much when I had access to his site.

From Within the Shadows

This was one of my first forays into serious writing. If memory serves it was written in the mid-90s at a time when I was obsessed with spy thrillers. I suppose it was my feeble attempt to write a spy thriller. Just be warned that this is not a gay story, doesn’t have any sex or gay characters.

There was the start of a second chapter but I think I have lost that now. The story was about a number of the world’s terrorist organisations coming together to form a global terror network and threatening world peace.

I am a massive Bond fan and have read all the Bond novels. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take my story and run with it. I ignored the old adage ‘write about what you know’ and as I know nothing about spies or terrorism, I could never do justice to such a story.

So a few years later I started writing gay romance and erotica. Something those wise guys out there might suggest I also know nothing about.

Hands Clasped

Hands clasped
Resting on blank paper
Legs outstretched
Left foot perched on right
Shoulders slouched
Elbows drawn tight to flank
Fallen head cocked to the side
Dead except for shallow breath


I was taking an evening class on film studies and I wrote this short poem after watching a young man sitting at his desk. I actually can’t remember what he looked like now, but I must have found him attractive at the time for me to spend my time watching him rather than listening to the teacher. As the lecturer rambled on the sexy young man took the position I describe, he must have been bored too.


Equilibrium was the second in the first batch of vignettes I published on my first website, Tales from a Storm. Reading it again, it is a difficult read for me. It was written about a time when I was at my lowest and I just wanted a way out.

I grew up suppressed and oppressed, and I now realise that much of it was from my own making and my reluctance to accept the gay in me.

Regular readers will know that I battle depression, I’m fine now by the way, but this takes me to a time when I wasn’t and a way out was never far from my mind. I never embraced my depression nor accepted it, so never sought any help.

With ‘A Quiet Moon’ this vignette is a look into my soul and am surprised how brave I was to put it on the internet, out there forever. If I was starting my first website now I’m not sure I would have had the guts to include this. But I’m not going to pull it now.

Don’t worry, the stuff gets lighter from now on.

If you or anyone you know is struggling with any mental health issues then I urge you to seek out help. If or when you do I hope you get the help you deserve.

Some websites I have found are:

LGBT Switchboard (UK)
NHS Mental Health for LGBT (UK)
LGBT Hotline (US)

A Quiet Moon

Not everything I write/wrote is gay erotica (If you’re feeling kind, or gay porn if not) and when I started to write I tended to write more autobiographically.

This was originally published in 2004 but I remember that I wrote it several years previous. It was written while I was still very much in the closet and very much examines my thoughts and feelings at the time.

I remember lying awake one night and moonlight coming into my bedroom. My mind was still active and started to run away with itself. The road I describe is very much a metaphorical one and the chasm at the end the hole what my mind falls into when I have a depressive relapse.

The road is perfect, the perfect road I was expected to take at the time and the weight of the expectation of my family.

I find it an interesting read and a reminder of how I felt in my later teenage years.


I am taking this opportunity to start uploading my stories and vignettes that I never got round to converting when I upgraded my hosting and started to use WordPress as a platform.

Not surprisingly I will be starting from the bottom up.

I will edit them, some won’t change much (perhaps the odd comma) but others may, depending on how I feel when I read them again.

I’m looking forward to going back and reading my stories I wrote years ago and see how they hold up.

When the mood takes I will let you know about the stories and how they came to be.