Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Chris Lewis Gibson.
4 Feb 2020 comments
He could still feel Ezekiel's mouth on his, and on his neck. He could still feel Ezekiel's chest and stomach against his back, Ezekiel in him, and through him, his penis, swelling and pumping in his mouth, the warm touch of the palm of his hand.
3 Feb 2020 comments
Cade fiddled around with the radio and eighties music, oldies, or the newest new songs whined through making half efforts against bad reception, and then flew away on the radio waves.
1 Feb 2020 comments
Those last few minutes, when Donovan was winding up the road to the coffee shop, and when he was parking in the lot outside of it, his hands cold with the winter air, the wind stinging his cheeks red, his heart beat faster. He thought, he won't really come. We won't really meet. Something'll come up. He won't really be there.
31 Jan 2020 comments
Sweat dripping into his eyes, hands planted on the surface of the wooden dresser that banged against the wall, Ezekiel slammed into Don over and over again.
30 Jan 2020 comments
As Donovan, fully forty, stood in the shower with Brian, washing his back, turning around to let an old friend and very old lover administer to him before he left town, Brian said, "And was that your Cade who called last night?"
29 Jan 2020 comments
He sat down on the edge of the pool and dipped his legs in the water, kicking about slowly. Only a moment later, the door opened to the pool room and the night manager entered.
28 Jan 2020 comments
I am always getting into trouble," Brian said, stretching out on his stomach. "And now, to make matters worse, you're getting me into trouble.
27 Jan 2020 comments
Donovan began to undo his shirt, and Brian helped him. Brian undid his pants and Donovan helped him, and soon they were naked and coming to the bed, kissing and tasting and touching, and then lying there linked together.
26 Jan 2020 comments
They were speaking every couple of days, and then once a week, and Don began to wonder if that time when Cade had lived with him, and they had spent whole hours together was an illusion.
24 Jan 2020 comments
He needed Don as he always needed him, and wrapping the towel around himself because all of his clothes from the past day were dirty with that day, he went into the darkened room, and lay beside this man.
23 Jan 2020 comments
The hotel room was empty. Wherever Simon was, it wasn't here. After showering and being bored and that odd feeling that always comes after you've been having sex and now you're all alone, Cade got online. His friend was on.
22 Jan 2020 comments
Part 5, I think of sand and the smell of grey blue water, weeds in the sand. Oddly, the invitation to sex had sex being the last thing on my mind.
21 Jan 2020 comments
That night back at home is the roughest one Donovan has had in a long while. Anger competes with other thing. Loss, the sadness that this love will not happen.
19 Jan 2020 comments
We had been together for a few months, and it was right after Simon said, "We should do interesting things. We should push the envelope if we want to keep things fresh."
16 Jan 2020 comments
The night moved on in an ordinary fashion except that Donovan kept wondering what the hell had been going on. He needed to talk to Cade. They had fucked three nights before, all night. Cade had started it. Hadn't he?
14 Jan 2020 comments
This is a story about the skin of things. This is the story of the love of Donovan and Cade. This is the story of meeting the person you've longed to meet and not knowing what to do about it. This is a story about the pain therein. This is a story about loving who you are before you can love someone else the way you must. This is a story about learning to accept what you've done.