New Short Story published

I had a story, In Your Room, published recently on LUSTSPIEL.

On their way home from Sydney, Jason and Nick call into Nick’s parents home in the Blue Mountains to stay over for the night. Nick’s mother sends Jason off to sleep in the spare room, to make sure he doesn’t try it on with her son.  The spare room is really the room of Nick’s rock star brother, Shane, who is never home.  Alone in the room, after too many beers, Jason fantasizes over Nick’s brother, until he hears footsteps enter the room …

The idea for the story actually came from a Weddings Parties Anything song also titled ‘In Your Room’, so, thank you Mick Thomas.

In your room

By Alex Hogan(All illustrations by Pierre & Gilles, photo-manipulated by Bob Bienpensant.)

Nick asked if we should stay over at his house overnight. It was too late in the day and too far to go back to college in Bathurst, so we could stay for the night at his olds’ place in the Blue Mountains, and head off again the next day. I shrugged. So we did.

His mother is strange, and doesn’t like me.

“Don’t let the old bag get to you, Jason.”

I kept low; answering quietly and quickly, so I could say nothing wrong.

His dad is cool, and gave us a beer and played a game of euchre with us.

Night finally came.

“Jason can stay in Shane’s room,” she said, just as we were about to hit the hay. So that was what she worried about. How come she could tell when Nick couldn’t?

“Well, I don’t want to put anyone out,” I said.

The mother smiled a tired smile: nice try, boy. I shrugged. She was wasting her time; there was no way Nick would let me creep into his bed.. I got up and stumbled my way over to Shane’s room.

Shane is Nick’s older brother.

“He’s not been home for ages,” Nick explained. “He does sometimes, wanders by in between gigs, tosses down between four in the morning and four in the afternoon. Sleeps mostly. Then is gone again.” I nodded.

“So – yeah, plenty of room in here,” he continued, “doubt he’ll be wandering in tonight,” and he laughed and thumped me comradely on the back then left the room. See what I mean? . . .

. . . You can find the rest of it here . . .

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Lustpiel is a new on-line magazine for gay, lustful literature.

Thanks to Michael Ampersant for this.


This is just me writing about whatever comes into my head.  OK, I’m writing as Lisette Zerck.  My mum wrote a story like this when she was young, back in the 80s.  I should get her to type it up.  She wrote about sitting at a typewriter and complaining about the world.  LOL.  Be funny to read.

I would like to tell the story of my friend, Kolyah.  He comes from Ukraine.  He should write his own story up but he just looked at me and laughed.  Actually he is a friend of my mum’s.  Maybe I should get her to write it up.  Maybe I will.  What’s her name you ask?  Can’t remember.  Got to find her book that she wrote in the 80s.

Kolyah was living in Vienna in the early 1980s.  His father was working in the Soviet Embassy.  ‘No, he was not the ambassador!’ Kolyah loved to emphasis.  ‘He just works there.’  There are more staff than the ambassador.

Kolyah had been living there since he was 16.  They went back to Kiev, ‘Kyev, not Kee-ev,’ he always explains to me.  Anyway, he went back to Kiev for a couple of years when he was 19 and 20, then managed to return to do study at Vienna.  How?  Who knows.  ‘It’s all about who knows who and how much money,’ Kolyah said, and no more explanations.

Kolyah is tall, fair headed, blue eyed and stunningly beautiful.  But don’t tell him I told you that.  He doesn’t like people constantly going on about his looks.

‘Well, slash your face then,’ I’ve heard people retort.

He just sneers at them.  Of course he isn’t going to do that.  ‘It is useful when I want it,’ he says.

It’s interesting to hear him react that way.  It is like what women have to put up with, with men constantly leering at them.  He nods very understandingly when I say that.

‘The fair look comes from my mother, who claims her family were originally connected with the Hanseanic League.  So has Swedish ancestry.  But it’s so long ago, who knows?’ and he smiles his delicious smile.

Kolyah’s looks must have caused some initial problems with Peter, I imagine.  Peter is small, dark-haired, definite Jewish blood.

‘Well, he is Landerer.’  A Jewish name, apparently.  I wouldn’t know.

‘Too tall and too blond,’ Peter said.  And smiled.  ‘That was my first reaction, but not now.’