It was the 1970s, height of the sexual revolution and way before AIDS cooled it down. I was taking on all “comers” and open to any and all partners. Bill was one of the most memorable. Bill Was Specialby Larry MaloneIt was the 1970s, height of the sexual revolution and way before the AIDS epidemic

In my first summer home from college while desperately seeking any form of employment that would provide me money for my young adult life I stumble upon an offer that not only satisfied my need for finances but many other needs I didn’t know I needed. My Summer of Knowledgeby Larry MaloneIt was my first

When a gym teacher shows his class some wrestling moves, my best friend Ron gets pinned faced down and the student on his back pushes his erection into Ron who enjoys it. Am I?By Larry MaloneIt was one of those chilly raining afternoons in November when school was out and there was very little Ron

In an age when real pornography was not readily, legally available to the general public, a bootlegged foreign film from a military sibling solves a lot of problems and answers a lot of questions. No, it Can’t…umm…ooh… Yes, it can!By Larry MaloneIt was a long time ago. It was one of those half days off

She was a former girl friend who became a “friend with benefits” but that didn’t prevent her from experimenting and expanding both our sexual educations Three is a Hole NumberBy Larry MaloneTayla was a former girlfriend who became a fuck buddy and opened me up to unexpected new experiences. We dated for a while at

Once upon a time “gays” and “queers” weren’t even mentioned but every neighborhood had its secretes Joey Wasn’t Just a Nice Guy….by Larry MaloneIn the old neighborhood, years ago, the word “gay” was never used. and disparagingly, “they” werecalled “queer” or “fags” and weren’t accepted at all. So, in those days, “they” didn’t exist …except

My first encounter with Santiago (“San”) altered my mind and body more than I would have expected. SANTIAGOby Larry MaloneI don’t know how long I stood at my opened apartment door with my mouth hanging open when I first saw Santiago, but it was longer than polite would allow. “San” was there in response to

Blacking out during a fraternity rush party teaches me a lesson that cures me of my over drinking problem. My College Drinking Cureby Larry Malone (Copyright 2016)I was never much of a drinker, but by the time I was a sophomore in college and a member of a national fraternity, that all changed. For awhile