Short Stories

ROGUES  OF SAN FRANCISCO                    
Edited by Bill Lee 

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Sam and Andy -- Author:  Bart Louis

A story starting with a dysfunctional family -- and then some -- told by a San Francisco psychologist. Sam and Andy were brothers who shared a bedroom and, while Sam was the big muscled-jock-Romeo in their high school, he also became the master to Andy's slave, roles that seemed to come naturally to both. That is, until their father discovered their secret, and then Sam fled. So Dad took over the top position (what else?) until Andy also left home. But the brothers' relationship was not finished...

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The Center of the Maze -- Author: David May

Gene was a senior in college when he was picked up (almost literally) by the motorcycle "Neanderthal" master Aaron and taken to a secluded spot in the Santa Cruz mountains. Their sex grew more and more uninhibited, to the pleasure of both, but then Aaron left with a vague reference to a five year lapse. And then there were others for Gene, even other roles, finding that of a slave less and less satisfying, even as the Folsom area of San Francisco was changing, gentrifying. But for Gene it was the "maze" that was developing and it climaxed in Amsterdam...

Order:       The Bronze Boy -- Author: Jay Markham A flashback over a relationship of over four years, starting in a bar, and ending with my Master's death when his motorcycle skidded on a rainy highway heading back to me. He ordered me to follow him that first night, then to disrobe in his pick-up, and collect driftwood from the beach south of San Francisco for his sculptures. He taught me about S&M sex viewed in mirrors, enhancing my slavery role, and sculpting me in the image he wanted. But now I am alone. Order:         Undercover -- Author: Bill Lee The narrator is a cop--not a gay cop--but there had been numerous stabbings in this San Francisco park over the past few weeks and the only way to investigate seemed to be as an undercover player in the scenes that played each night among the bushes. Of course when I witnessed two guys having sex I had to do my duty--or did I? And then it seemed logical that I ask one of the players to help me stake out the park, and then it seemed logical that we pretend to play with each other, and then--but there were some surprises coming. Order:       Bridges -- Author: Dixon Stalward I met little Jimmie back home in my home town in Nevada. He was just under five-four and cute as a box of buttons, and he had a thing for bridges, especially the Golden Gate and the Oakland Bay bridges. That's how we happened to be in San Francisco after Jimmie's shack in the holler burned up, 'cuz there weren't nothin' to stay there for, and we happened to git together with my old friend Will. And some new bridges got built by the three of us, I reckon. Order:       Monastery -- Author: Robert Burdette Sweet The Greek God Eros was the patron god of pederasty. Mike thinks of them as fantasy men, those who gather at night in the long block of warehouses near the bay in San Francisco to merge and drink from loins and otherwise cannabilize the flesh. There are dark rooms on several floors filled with men, salesmen-hunters and doctors-medicine men and poet-shamans and plebes, merging, with their own wishes and demands, seeking God. Order:       Staff of the Shepherd -- Author: Ray Boatwright David was a student at U.C. Berkeley who enjoyed long runs in the hills linked by trails to the campus. So it was that he happened on a dark, bearded man herding goats in a field, an arresting vision that stayed with him for some reason--just another evidence of the uncomfortable knowledge that he didn't fit in. His runs became longer, through Strawberry Canyon and into La Morinda valley, until that day when he twisted his ankle and the shepherd almost magically appeared. Not only was his ankle treated but his sexual life was opened up to him by Raul, using it as a metaphor for his basic concerns that had to be faced. The shepherd's staff became a crutch, temporarily, and later a symbol of maturity. Order:       Mixing Memory and Desire -- Author: Joseph W. Bean "My" gully in Golden Gate Park was behind a grove of rhododendrons, and it was there I met him. We were both stoned -- at least I know I was -- and then there was a stone temple and in that temple was a figure, marble, I think, who urged me to taste the offered fruits, to "ease my eyes over his shining emaculacy"...and then heavy blows, electric in nature, followed by total penetration with his molten stone. But that was twenty years ago, and now the hands pulled me to him...no drugs needed this time. Order:       The Plumbers and Their Helpers -- Author: Lee Williams It happened during an after-work beer break from construction on a new University research building and Stan showed up. We were sitting cross-legged on the floor, hard hats tipped back, in an empty room next to the central floor drain that we had just finished plumbing. I was uneasy because Stan had somehow ripped the crotch of his levis, and there was one hairy ball visible. But then two electricians showed up, tools dangling from their belts as usual, who were very agreeable about sharing the beer; the only problem was that one of them, with a huge crotch bulge, needed to relieve the pressure and the central drain was the only plumbing hooked up. Well, one thing led to another, and warm piss on a chest can bring out the best in a guy, or in four guys, ya know? Order:       How To Succeed in Business -- Author: Reid Dennis I had just graduated from San Francisco State and finally landed a job at an ad agency in the Trans America building. The president seemed very personable and handsome, bringing thoughts like "How To Suck Seed in Business" and how I'd like to show my skills at dick-tation. Then I discovered action in the men's room during a lunch break, but there were constant interruptions, and in the elevator...and even after work, as I watched the lights come on in Coit tower, that voice from behind... Order:       Manipulation -- Author: Chisholm Rivers Harry wasn't home when I arrived at his home in Pacifica, and that irritated me. He had answered my ad in a trick magazine, and I wasn't used to being kept waiting. When he arrived he obviously approved of my six-foot plus, thick, hairy body, but it was his personal conversation that actually got me going. But when the sex got to exchanging of fluid and he kept introducing new attractions that I really didn't want...well, it was good to get back to my friends... Order:       Waif -- Author: Frederic Trainor Jonathan was becoming increasingly frustrated by Kurt, a kid he had picked up on Polk Street, and things that couldn't be offset by the large lump in his patched crotch--but there it was, Kurt holding his hand on it, growing under his touch, Kurt's ultimate leverage. But the streets belonged to him and his buddies, like Maurice, the black hustler with his enticing ass stretching his spandex who shared a joint with him in the abandoned van in the alley and dreamed of becoming a writer. Kurt wasn't prepared for the soul bared that night, nor for the flesh, the truth about himself, but he hated fags, especially Jonathan who locked him out... Order:       A Shadow Across Time -- Author: Joseph W. Bean Shipman enjoyed paper cuttings and working out, but felt rather worthless otherwise, so he became a docent at the California Academy in Golden Gate Park. It was there he met the intriguing cowboy, Mule Skinner, and his voice and his attitude and his bunching muscles were enough to awaken his usual torpor. He enthusiastically agreed to accompany him on a museum-sponsored horseback trip to Utah and he produced his first papercutting in years next to the campfire, under the stars with Mule. And somehow that led to the surrealistic experience near Promontory Point--but you'll have to read about that. Order:       And Then There Were Three -- Author: Bill Lee Brian recognized his master when he looked up at the lift truck operator that first day at work as Assistant Director of Graphic Arts. But Steve took him home on a poor street in Oakland and put him through his paces, worshipping his rock-hard body. And each night it became a routine, the two men alone, no friends, nothing to stimulate the intellect. Brian took up working out at the gym and soon Steve noticed a teenager there who ended up between them in Steve's pickup one night as they returned home. Steve wanted to watch the other two for a while and when that got a little out of hand, the roles got switched and...and then there were three. Order:       The Kansas Traveler -- Author: Starr Delacroix Marshall had moved from Kansas to San Francisco only a month ago and things were looking up. Of course almost anything would be better than the memories of his parents' deaths and the Pentecostal preacher-uncle and even his own brother forcing him to get out of town because he was gay. And then he met Tyrelle, with his black, trimly muscular body contrasting with Marshall's golden one, and when Tyrelle eased his way into his butt, he felt like "I'm going to hell dressed in crepe paper." But the wallpaper in his cheap hotel room was awful. Tyrelle even had an answer for that when he finally showed up and introduced him to his new home. Order:       Jason, Cat -- Author: David May You can't tame a cat. Perhaps that's why Bernie wanted Jason in the first place: Jason was a cat and couldn't be trained. He actually belonged to him but big, burly Bernie, my first master, sometimes shared his slaves with me. Jason, sleek with soft black body hair, glided everywhere silently, naked, and even the dog cowered when Jason approached him, but I knew it was futile with Jason from the start. Then the dog unexpectedly died. Jason was not unhappy. And then one night Jason arrived, shivering, naked, alone, and I told him how I felt...but it was not to be. 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