Jimmy’s Exploration Graduating high school had been a welcome change in Jimmy’s life. While he was not a bad student, his life outside of high school, like so many others, had been less than ideal, and as a result his diploma was less an accomplishment and more of a necessary step toward escaping. He had been a middling student, earning As in the courses he...
I am a mature, divorced bisexual man. I date women and enjoy sex with them but I really crave sex with men. I just do not have any romantic feelings towards men as I do towards women. Consequently, I keep my encounters with men discreet and secret. My main forum for hooking up with men had been craigslist. However, bowing to government pressure, craigslist d...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that, the usual discl...
Brent's Story Hearing the click of the lock behind me in the sacristy was what I would identity as the "Go" square in the honest autobiography I probably could never dare write. Before that, Father Timothy had been standing at the sink counter, drinking the last of the communion wine, while I, fulfilling my altar boy duties, washed and dried the chalices a...
Revised version copyright 2008 by the author. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another one of my former magazine stories, long out of print, back now in a polished-up version. This story is about me and Ted. Ted is my regular massage therapist, and also my good friend. It just goes to show how the Internet has changed life, because I probably wouldn't have met him a...
Well, things here are the "Home" sure wasn't what I expected, but it sure has been fun! It has been a couple of days since I met up with Mike. Wondering what sort of thing will happen this upcoming weekend. It is the third Friday of the month, and that means it is "social hour" at the home or as the residents call it, "happy hour". Every third Friday of the...
I'm baaaaaaaaack and I'm so sooooooooooo sorry for my long ass hiatus. Lots of love to those readers that emailed and stuck with me. Its summer now and I will be updating like crazy (I hope). Just had a really busy year but I won't go into that. As for story updates, these are eth stories that will be continued. Gilded in Gold, The Dark in Your Blue Eyes...
'Do you play chess? It's a game only two people can play,' the virtual stranger asked me having only been speaking together for about five minutes. I say virtually, for all I knew at that moment was his name which he offered to me as I sat down on the bar stool in a bar on B sector. Lucas Lantell he'd said offering his hand after I'd ordered my beer. 'Terry...
That was the first thing Diego Medina said to Brett Williams upon meeting him in the arrivals area of the Barcelona-El Prat airport. "Your guess is as good as mine," Brett answered. "I haven't seen him for six months or more. I've been in London. I haven't been in New York for more than a year. You two are business partners, so I probably would be asking yo...
This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above. * Friday is my Hell Day. I do three days' worth of work on Friday so I can enjoy my weekend unhindered by office obligations. That might seem counterintuitive to the modern work ethic, but screw it. As Jack Torrance in "The Shining" typed over and over, "All work and no play makes...