I never had many friends growing up. I was usually a loner. As an only child, it was tough meeting people around the neighborhood. When I was about ten, our next door neighbor Jerry would often stop by to talk with my parents. He and my father could talk about anything. Jerry reminded me of Ethan Hawke. Always very friendly and welcoming to me, even at suc...
Don Strong wasn't really my uncle, even though my folks had told me long ago that I could call him Uncle Don. What his actual relationship was with my family was unclear to me back in 1969, the time that the events in this story took place, and since everybody that would know all the details is dead now, I guess that's it's a mystery that will remain so fore...
Alex and Callum headed back up the elevator of their four-story apartment building, both incredibly drunk and giggling at various dumb jokes they batted back and forth. It was that kind of mood. They'd spent the night puddle-jumping around neighborhood dives that were all doing big celebrations and green beer festivities for St. Patrick's Day. For two guys...
My best friend Sam is such a nice guy. He's the type that everyone liked at school. We had always been best friends, and as we grew up that didn't change, even though he became the cool sporty guy who ran track and played football, and I became the nerd who studied too much. We went off to university and remained friends throughout. I came out and had my f...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
Danny was shirtless when I arrived at his house - still undecided on whether to wear a blue or white tank top to the concert. He was hot in every sense of the word. He was 6'2" and ripped from head to toe, the result of playing hockey his whole life. I was always jealous of him. My body, on the other hand, refused to grow taller than 5'8". And while I'm in...
/* */ This exercise came as a result of a role play. Whether it works or not, I'm not sure. But from a fantasy standpoint, the idea of a homosexual act stemming from heterosexual lust was an intriguing and different concept. Special thanks to April and her hot mind. * Kevin couldn't completely complain with his schooling arrangements. A full scholarship t...
I tossed and turned trying to sleep. I couldn't get the images out of my head - me, kneeling naked, sucking on a friend's cock. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I hadn't given any serious thought of sex with another man. Now here I was trying to come to grips with how I found myself in this position. I have a steady girlfriend and consider, still consider, my...
"Oh, Chris," tutted Geoff as he stepped into the car. "You could at least have shaven." "I did shave," protested Chris. He put the car into drive. "Like three days ago." He looked at his friend, who wore a bright orange tank top, Speedos, and flip-flops. Comparatively, Chris felt like a schlub in the board shorts he got for $10 on clearance at Old Navy. Bu...
Shelly walked briskly down Bourbon St while I followed close behind. Her fat round ass, encased in a tight, short skirt, swayed from side to side as she deftly navigated through the crowd in her 4" heals. A mass of beads, ranging from small to big, was draped around her neck but they did little to hide her huge, God given breasts. "Show your tits," a group...