I would have preferred to have slept in on a Saturday morning, but I owed my older brother about $50 and since I didn't have the cash to repay him, he asked me to drop by the church where he preaches in order to check the baptism pool for leaks before the big day tomorrow. It seemed that the county commissioner's teenage daughter was going to be baptized bef...
Chapter 6 – Tommy's Story – Second Thoughts. There was a loud knock on his bedroom door, "Come on Tommy what's keeping you." Tommy opened the door and before him stood Victor dressed immaculately in a suit and tie. Victor was his new friend, well sort of. "You look like you're going to a wedding," Tommy joked. "Very funny," Victor snorted, "what's keepin...
Part One Paul stopped me outside our high school gyn after last class. We were both seniors and skipped last class. He said, “You’re pretty good with a basketball. I was wondering if you’d like to stop by our church gym and shoot a few hoops after school.” I hesitated. “Jim, I mean Reverend Jim, most always plays with us. You’ll like him,” said Paul, “...
Ebenezer somehow found himself back near the rectory house on a fog bound night that one would expect to be bone-chilling clammy and cold, but he was still enveloped in comfortable warmth. Just a few feet away he caught site of an unfamiliar specter, very dark but with a sheen of foggy light, just enough to distinguish it in the moonless dark of night. It wa...
My sexual liaisons with Coach Abraham lasted for the rest of my senior year, until I graduated from High School, and then I never saw him again. I often wondered what he was up to and if he was still as sexy as I remembered him. My only regret was that I never let him fuck me, as I desperately wanted his fat cock to be the first inside my ass. He was a confi...
((Just a quick little story that I needed to get out of my head. I am splitting up the AU chapters and expanding as well as fixing up Starcrossed 3. I wrote this during class this afternoon. Yes, I know it wasn't Iraq that flew the plane into the trade center. I am also not a raciest or against religion. My stepbrother is Muslim and an immigrant from the mid...
I was twenty-six years old. My parents had raised me to be a Christian child, and I had always regularly gone to church. I was also secretly gay. I knew that if I came out to my parents, they would shame me and never talk to me again. Going to church just reminded me of the fact that it was considered wrong to be gay. I just moved out of my parents' house,...
I left Simon’s house in a mixture of shock, remorse, and despair. I made it about two blocks before the images of his scars and the nightmare flashes of him lying on the gym floor, covered in blood, had me on my knees, retching. I had thought it was just a nightmare, brought on by my guilt over not being able to accept that I was gay. I thought the nightmare...
"I will, if you will!" Willa exclaimed. "Wellllllll ... I don't know...In church?" I replied. "It isn't going to harm anyone, is it?" she asked. And she sure was pretty - awesome even! "All right. But just this once!" I said with as much decision as I could muster. Willa just looked at me with that slight comic smile and walked away. I went back into...
"Merry Solstice, Uncle Scribner!" "Merry Christmas, nephew!" "But the solstice is tomorrow, and it would please me to no end if you would join us for the local queer people's Yuletide pageant and party at the old union hall tomorrow afternoon." The youth with the perpetual twinkle in his hazel eyes was determined to say his peace before the salt and pepper...