The late 1970's was not a great time to be gay in the Deep South. This is the story of a college student's experiences. Tom was very naive in how things worked in this life, but his new dorm mate would turn that around. They had to keep their activities very private are this school and would have some concerns along the way. This is a sexual story, but it also has a very loving side to it as well. The experiences are realistic and many men will be able to relate to the situations.

When his best friend comes home after being in the Marines, he find that he is now a true G.I. Joe and the sexual urges he had felt before are now amplified. When he tells stories of the homoerotic nature from his times in the service, it is almost too much to contain. As the visit progresses the situation becomes more steamy as the Marine lets his guard down. Sexual adventure begins to unfold as the clock ticks away the hours. Soon they take it to its climax with great excitement for both.

When a new dorm mate moves in, There are a lot of questions that will need to be answered. Unexpectedly this chance meeting turns into something much more. Greg is a large man, but he is also very caring and over time love is in the air. What starts as a very sexual story turns into one of love and caring that goes well beyond the norm sexual experience.

From the USA TODAY bestselling author of Sweet Thing and Nowhere But Here comes a love story about a Craigslist “missed connection” post that gives two people a second chance at love fifteen years after they were separated in New York City. To the Green-eyed Lovebird: We met fifteen years ago, almost to the day, when I moved my stuff into the NYU dorm room next to yours at Senior House. You called us fast friends. I like to think it was more. We lived on nothing but the excitement of finding ourselves through music (you were obsessed with Jeff Buckley), photography (I couldn’t stop taking pictures of you), hanging out in Washington Square Park, and all the weird things we did to make money. I learned more about myself that year than any other. Yet, somehow, it all fell apart. We lost touch the summer after graduation when I went to South America to work for National Geographic. When I came back, you were gone. A part of me still wonders if I pushed you too hard after the wedding… I didn’t see you again until a month ago. It was a Wednesday. You were rocking back on your heels, balancing on that thick yellow line that runs along the subway platform, waiting for the F train. I didn’t know it was you until it was too late, and then you were gone. Again. You said my name; I saw it on your lips. I tried to will the train to stop, just so I could say hello. After seeing you, all of the youthful feelings and memories came flooding back to me, and now I’ve spent the better part of a month wondering what your life is like. I might be totally out of my mind, but would you like to get a drink with me and catch up on the last decade and a half? M