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Sunday, December 19, 1971

Christmas this year sucks, Garret went home with Maggie to meet her parents and my parents decided on a last minute trip to California to visit my Aunt and Uncle. I decided to stay in Boston because Jeannette was coming for Christmas and now the actress she’s been understudying for has the flu so she has to work all week. And to top it all off I have the flu too. Merry Christmas, Jack.

I’m happy for her though, this show is only off Broadway and it’s the lead. From what she tells me, the actress she standing in for stinks in the role and this maybe her big break. If she can show the producer and the director her stuff, they might replace the lead with her permanently.

However, this means Christmas alone. I wish Garret were here, I miss him so much and even though he called last night we couldn’t really talk because I could hear Maggie in the background and he won’t be back until after the New Year.

I guess I should get used to being without him though because if he’s gone home to meet her parents he’ll probably be buying Maggie an engagement ring soon and then he’ll be gone for good. I think I’ll just spend Christmas Day sleeping.



Thursday, May 18, 1972

Graduation tomorrow. We’re finally done with premed and are both taking the summer off. Garret has been accepted into the Med school at Boston U and I’ve decided to stay here instead of taking the spot at Harvard. I know it’s less prestigious but I don’t want to be even as far away as Cambridge.

My parents are furious, but I think they bought that I’m worried about getting lost there and ending up low in the class ranking. I don’t think that would happen but they can think what they like as long as I get to stay with Garret.

Maggie is taking a job in her hometown for the summer so she can help her older sister plan her wedding, so no Madame until September when she comes back to start teaching pre school. I have him to myself all summer and we’re renting a house on Fire Island. Jeannette will be coming out at the end of June and staying until August 5.

I could almost dance, all summer on the Queer Riviera with Garret. No need to hide or sneak kisses in dark corners; if I want to kiss him on the beach at noon, I can.



Sunday, May 21, 1972

Fire Island tomorrow, which means packing today. Too tired to write, more later on our private graduation party.


Thursday, May 25, 1972

The Island is amazing, but it took Garret a couple of days to feel comfortable with so many gay couples just touching in public. I think he’s finally accepted the fact that we can hold hands, stroll on the beach and not have people point at the queers.

He hates when I use that word, but I think it’s funny to call myself queer, re-claiming something others would use to insult me. Garret said it was internalized oppression, at which point I shoved him in the pool.

He really can be the most amazing tight ass at times.

Anyway, graduation night was incredible. Garret and I each had to do the family thing afterward, me with Mom and Dad and Garret with his mom and Maggie. However, after he took his mom home and put Maggie on a train for her hometown (Ding-dong, the witch is gone for the summer), we met back at the apartment.

I had packed us a bag and gotten a room at The Ritz Carlton and was waiting to surprise him when he came in. We took a cab to the Ritz and I check in as he waited near the elevators. For the sake of his nerves, I’d booked a room with two double beds. When we got to our room and the bellhop left, he reached out and pulled me close.

‘Jack, have I told you lately how amazing you are?’ He whispered with his lips against my ear.

‘You could always tell me again.’ I answered unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders as I kissed him.

‘Incredible, amazing, hot, sexy and mine.’ He growled, the rough hungry sound of his voice making me shiver.

‘Yours, Garret.’ I said grinning like a loon.

I pulled him backward to the bed as we undressed each other furiously. Shirts, belts, shoes and other pieces of clothing were flying across the room. We’d been unable to sleep together or touch each other all week. His mother had stayed with us because her house was being fumigated, so I hadn’t even had a chance to kiss him in five days, except for one all too brief, furtive groping session in the laundry room of the building yesterday afternoon that had just left us both hungry for more. But now I know what a zip less fuck is.

I knew this was going to be hard, fast and furious and I couldn’t wait. Garret slow, patient and gentle is amazing, but Garret hot, hungry and impatient is mind blowing and this time I was just as hungry and impatient as he was.

I finally got his zipper undone and pushed his pants and underwear down to his knees as he got his shoes off while trying to get my pants off without letting go of his firm grasp on my erection or break the deep kiss we were locked in. I fell back on the bed, yanked my pants, briefs and shoes off at the same time, before reaching up to grab his t-shirt, and pull it over his head while dragging him down on top of me.

We rolled around the bed, grinding into each other and groping madly, having a brief wordless argument over top position, which he naturally won. He settled between my legs and slowly began thrusting against me rubbing his cock against mine and grinding his mouth mercilessly into mine. I reached down and drew my fingers up the cleft of his ass, enjoying the shiver and the moan that followed.

He of course had to go me one better and began rubbing his thumb over the head of my cock, causing me to gasp and shudder under him thrusting against his hand in an effort to get him to repeat the move. He leaned back and gave me a wicked grin. ‘You know Jack, you are just way too impatient sometimes, so I think I’m gonna have to slow you down.’

He got up and walked to the open case, grabbing something out of the pocket, I knew I hadn’t put in there. It was three silk scarves that Jeannette had left the last time she was down for a visit.

‘Garret, what has your kinky mind come up with now?’ I asked shivering at the image in my mind of me tied helplessly to the bed while Garret tormented me so sweetly. When he grabbed my wrist and gently looped one end of a scarf around it then tied it to the bedpost, I knew the image in my mind was swiftly turning into reality.

He quickly tied both my arms to the bed and then tied the third scarf around my head covering my eyes.

When he had satisfied himself that I couldn’t see anything he leaned over and whispered in my ear. ‘Are you ready, Jack?’

‘Yes.’ I hissed.

For several moments, I was left in complete darkness no touch only the sound of my heart pounding in my ears as I tried to anticipate what he would do.

I nearly gasped when his fingers trailed down my chest and across my stomach. He leaned over me and growled. ‘What ever shall we do with you Jack?’ He traced one finger up my cock. ‘This?’ I moaned. ‘Or maybe this.’ He breathed into my ear as his finger circled around a nipple and I arched off the bed, his touch could not be anticipated and not knowing where the next one would fall made each one electric.

His hand came to rest on my chest feeling like a brand as he just held it there for a long moment and then trailed it down my body and I arched up hoping he’d touch me again but he completely avoided it and slid his hand down my leg and then up the other one. I could almost feel the wicked grin in his voice as he leaned in and said, ‘what do you want, Jack?’

‘God, Garret touch me please.’ I gasped out.

‘But I am touching you.’ He said with a sensuous growl as he trailed his hand along the same path again and I tried to thrust up to meet it, to get that maddening hand where I needed it.

Suddenly I felt his breath on me followed by his tongue and teeth gently dragging up the length and then pulling away before I could even moan.

‘Garret, please.’ I pleaded.

He laughed and leaned over me, blowing gently on the head. I nearly came off the bed trying to get to his mouth and he put his hands on my hips, holding me down as he did it over and over. I lay there gasping and moaning his name begging him to touch me, to take me in his mouth, his hand, just to for god’s sake touch me.

I was nearly babbling when he blew once more and then swiped his tongue over the tip tracing the slit, I tried to thrust into his mouth but his hands held me in a vise grip. He went back to blowing softly on the head and I could feel myself getting closer and closer. His breath driving me to the edge; I couldn’t believe I was seconds away from coming and all he was doing was breathing on me.

‘So hot, God, Jack, you’re so hot.’ He whispered his breath brushing over me as I tried to arch up once more.

‘Garret…I… Oh God, baby please…I…can’t wait.’ I gasped out and suddenly I felt his lips close over me and he drew me into his mouth just as I came with a long harsh moan, my hips thrusting wildly as I twisted and arch off the bed, completely unable to control my body. He sucked me in and down his throat letting me fuck his mouth.

Finally, I calmed down enough to stop thrusting wildly and began to catch my breath. He settled between my hips and lifted my legs over his arms spreading me wide as I felt the cold lube on his fingers rubbing across me. He slid two fingers inside me and I bit my lip to hold in the scream of pleasure that threatened to rip from my throat.

He slowly thrust his fingers in and out stretching me and stroking the small hard bundle of nerves, sending shock waves through me. As I began to harden again, he withdrew his fingers and began to press into me, surging in past the tight ring of muscles and pushing relentlessly in until he was buried to the hilt. I groaned as he filled me and began thrusting in and out.

Suspended between the scarves holding my wrists to the bed and my legs held over his arms, I couldn’t move, only pant and moan as he drove in and out. He grasped my legs, pushed them back to my chest, and thrust in deeper than ever before as I bit down again on my lip to keep from screaming. He pounded into me at this new depth until I came again with a high moan. When he felt me come he rose up on his knees pulling my legs higher and began to thrust hard deep and fast as I came and came and came. It began to feel as though I would never stop, just pass out from the pleasure and suddenly he thrust all the way inside me and I could feel him coming in hot hard bursts deep inside me.

He untied me and we lay there for almost an hour catching our breath, touching and stroking each other. I looked into his eyes and grinned finally. ‘So when do I get to tie you up?’ I teased.

‘How about when we’re on Fire Island.’ He answered with a smile.

‘Sounds like a plan’, I yawned sleepily and curled into him, drifting off to sleep