It was a hard day at work. I was up till 1 AM the night before putting the finishing touches on a new website I was designing, and today the emails just kept coming in. I like the independence of working for myself, but when there's not a boss above you worrying about cash flow and profitability, getting paid at the end of the month means you have to work ev...
Pete is a neighbour from a few doors away; he has always seemed a quiet sort of bloke who I'd spend the odd moment having idle chit chat with when our paths crossed in the street. I didn't know anything about him other than he lived on his own and enjoyed cycling, he could often be seen cycling off on his racing bike with his tight lycra shorts on and bare l...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...
August 2009 "What is it you say in English? A watched pot never boils - is that right?" Maria's laughing at me, so I make a show of turning my back to the clock. "Yeah, that's it. Stop picking on me." She flicks her bar towel at me. "Okay, Mr Grumpy. I hope he arrives soon, and you won't be so miserable tonight when I have to work with you." "I hope so t...
Early morning last summer, I decided to be proactive and go for a run along the cycling/running track along the beach near where I worked. Arrived at the beach carpark early at around 5am with the sun beginning to rise over the water. I was pretty much the only person around as I set off to punch out a few kilometres before I had to get to work for the day...
Over the past several years, I've had a very bi-curious side. A lot of my stories have reflected that, and I thank everyone for their comments. Feel free to keep sending the comments and suggestions my way. Maybe this scenario will happen sometime, maybe not. Enjoy! ***** My wife and I have a membership at a local gym. I don't use it very much, generally I...
Every Sunday evening I played football with my friends from work, just a friendly kick about to keep fit. Afterwards I would walk back along the canal about two miles to get back home. I never saw anyone on this stretch of the canal, so was a great place to clear your mind. This Sunday after play, I followed my usual routine and started down the tow path. It...
Kurt and I had been friends ever since I was allowed to walk down the block. We went to the same schools, we spent days and nights together so much that people wondered if we were brothers. We told each other everything as we were growing up, what ever was on our mind. Naturally, the subject of sex came up a lot; first curiosities, then exploits with various...
I awoke slowly, my head fuzzy with the familiar throb of a hangover. Pulling the pillow off my face, I looked around my girlfriend's bedroom. Barbara's side of the bed was vacant. What did we drink? My head ached as memories of the previous night gradually started to come together. Barbara's friend from college, Dan, had come through town on his way to a bi...
August 2009 James Once the Vuelta starts, our emailing dries up to once a day, usually in the brief gap between Simon eating and falling asleep. I'm wary of interrupting his focus, so rather than bug him for details I mostly just follow the race on the radio. I pick up an English-speaking channel online and soon I'm learning some of the language - peleton,...