It started innocently enough: We were sitting in his living room drinking wine and Danny was telling me about his high school wrestling team and how he won forty-eight straight matches. His eyes wore a glazed-over expression as he talked about his glory days. "...and out of those forty-eight matches, I pinned thirty-one of my opponents in under a minute in...
I couldn’t believe that this was happening. It all started as an innocent bet. Of course, I had lost. Because of a stupid tipped ball in the endzone, I, Cliff Bartum, Mrs. Bartum’s baby boy, was on my hands and knees between my roommate’s, Aaron’s, legs. Because I lost the bet, I was supposed to be Aaron’s slave for the week. (I know it was stupid, but I w...
Corey Cooper wrote this journal on his laptop in two places, the first part sitting on the throne of the bathroom in the motel room he was brought to, and the rest at home after his battery gave out. *** It was somewhere around 4 in the morning when I finally gave in to the fact that I wasn't going to be getting any sleep, and while the man sleeping besid...
Mikey, a studly 18-year old finds himself intimate for the first time with Mike, his namesake 24-year old uncle whom he's idolized all his life during a cross-country drive. Steve is the 20-year old collegiate gymnast who hitches a ride with them. As he lay between my legs, Steve and I were still grasping each other's arms. His arms were extended over his h...
Chapter 1: Chris Pond Chris entered New York City for the first time. The silver train rattled like a broken wheeled shopping cart into Penn Station. This is like Disney World but real! The unforeseen dungeon pressure squeezed his skull and neck as he powered through the submarine texture: rows of iron bolts up high. Now craving the Big Apple's sun, he mov...
The Roommate My first day at college was turning out to be terrible. I arrived at this NYC Catholic College confused and unsure. I missed home and I was sitting alone in my new dorm room and desperately wanted to call my life long friend Bob and be with him. But because I had not spoken with him about our bisexual encountered, we were not speaking. My melan...
I had been transferred to south Florida by my job, which turned out to be a mixed blessing. Fabulous weather, but my girlfriend was 900 miles away. My social life sucked, since I was working 12-14 hours a day, so basically it was home to work, home to work. I did have a privae balcony on my apartment, so I was able to get a nice allover tan, not that anyone...
To My dear readers and followers: Due to the complications, involving so many different individuals, and a variety of hookups and relationships involved, I am going to change the style of writing a little, starting with this chapter. The chapters are going to be a little shorter, and will not involve so many individuals in each chapter. I hope this works o...
When I was around 18 years old when I went off to college in New York. Getting acclimated to this new life without my parents around was the time of my life. I immediately started partying and skipping classes which reflected in my school work and grades. I don't know what happened exactly, but this new freedom without parental supervision sent me in a spira...
The buzzer had sounded ending the game. After shooting the puck along the ice off the side board I followed my team mates off the ice and toward the locker room. Fred Watts, the talented left wing on my line wearing number 28, came up beside me. The game had gone well for me. My short wrist shot at 14:13 of the third period had tied the score. It had beate...