I have always been a very tightly-wound guy. As a kid I had to be good in class, in college I was one of the best on campus and at work, I toiled harder than anyone around me. I am also a very introverted guy and can't speak to people about my problems, a trait that has caused me to bottle up a lot of anger and misery inside of me. My story starts on a Wedn...
I was driving to confront the parents of Jake Jones, my son Billy's bully. Since freshman year Jake had tormented my son, but the school made minimal effort to do anything since Jake was a star athlete and the son of a wealthy donor. Graduation was a week away but I had decided enough was enough. I won't lie though, I was nervous. I'm a passive, skinny man...
Elliot's Point of View For as long as I can remember anxiety has ever been present in life and now at the age of twenty-three, I still struggled with it. Awkwardness and weirdness followed me daily, yet inclusivity made me happy. I was grateful for the few friends in my life. They were aware of my extreme shyness and have accepted me fully. They stopped try...
Welcome to the second chapter of this story. I hope you will have fun reading it and do I hope I get a good rating. Enjoy.... ****** Ramon reached the house and he could see that his brother was looking at him as if he suspected something was wrong. He tried to put up a smile but he knew that he was not going to fool his brother. This was not the time he u...
I'm so elated to see some of you liked the first chapter. And at your request here is the second. Of course, there's more if you want to read it. Let me know what you think... At the hospital Greg entered the room evaluating the youth's condition three days later. Jonathan turned his head looking at the man. "Hey..." the youth smiled his voice still effect...
"That must be his plane now. Now, remember what you've been told about what your role is." Floris Bourek leaned back in the cushy backseat of the Lincoln MKT Town Car and turned to look directly at the Lebanese beauty sitting beside him. Jamila Maloof, model thin, with long, silky auburn hair, and light-brown, flawless skin, flashed her fluorescent-blue nail...
I first met James at a Christmas party my parents were throwing. He was the contractor they had hired to put together the new house they were building as an anniversary gift to each other. It would be a lot bigger than the two stories, three-bedroom house I had grown up in, which meant that there would be plenty of room for either me or my sister if we neede...
"I said I was sorry," Michael said sourly, his eyes resting somewhere above my head. "I didn't have a choice, I told you that." "I know." I answered. "You've explained it to me numerous times now Michael." If he took offense at my tone he was doing an excellent job of hiding it. It had been like this for a few days now and I was beginning to wonder just ho...
Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Hello guys and welcome to the 4th chapter of this lovely series. I love you guys a lot and I thank you for your love but please, don't forget to comment. I need to know what's going on with you, whether you're following or not. Get hooked with me on this wonderful journey. Don't forget to drop your comments a...
This is a story about my first time fucking a guy and how, strangely, it didn't really seem that gay. Do you know what I'm talking about? I mean, I know heterosexual sex is when you fuck a woman, and homosexual sex is when you fuck a man. But there is that stage in the middle where woman and man might shift in the equation, yet the hetero / homo part doesn'...