Chapter 8: Chase catches up GRIFFIN The day after Chase told me he wanted to give the two of us a shot, we barely left my room. I remember waking up the next day with his messy blonde hair tickling the lips that I used to kiss him all throughout the night. Chase was such a needy sleeper, constantly reaching out for some part of my body he could hold onto w...
It was the deep darkness of a moonless night as I crept through the open glass doors from the rooftop patio into the open bedroom. I was barely able to see the bed and slid my feet carefully across the unfamiliar floor as I made my way towards it. Then I froze as I heard the sound of movement, and observed a bunching in the dark shadow of the bed. I hesitate...
We lay naked on the beach enjoying the fell of the sun on our bodies. What was unusual was that with Neville and myself was my wife someone who had never before made any effort to come to the nude beach. She wasn't naked since she wore a thong but she was topless and her breasts had that shade of white that meant she had never exposed them before to the sun....
I had literally creamed myself almost nightly for Phil's body, but Phil was about as straight as they come—and getting all the female tail he could handle if all the talk around campus was true. We were both attending the university on athletic scholarships—Phil on a football and baseball scholarship and me on a wrestling scholarship, wrestling being a good...
I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been mo...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
Yesterday I learned that Ben is dead. I keep thinking that if I repeat it to myself often enough, the words might finally start making sense. Lung cancer. Ironic, given that I've been smoking since I was thirteen while Ben never as much as touched a cigarette, as far as I know. There's a lot I didn't know about him, though. I didn't know that he was sick, f...
I rang the doorbell of Dave's Condo. It had been a week since our family reunion, and I had to see if it was just a fluke experience, or if there could be something more lasting between my 19 year old cousin and me. I was nervous as hell, worried that it had just been a passing fling for him, and after having me totally under his power in the shower, he wou...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
Chad and I have been friends for many years. I guessed he was bisexual because I would see him with guys as well as women. I am gay and never pretended I was anything else. Throughout college we were roommates. We had planned on getting a small apartment together afterwards. But things change, and so do people. After law school I got a job on the other sid...