Author's note: I am a very new and amateur writer and this is a very slow story. I would request everyone to read it with patience and comment on how you found it. It will help me with my future stories. ***** I am a small town boy from India with a petite figure, long hair till my mid back which I usually keep in a bun, with very little body hair and an e...
I awoke well rested and refreshed after a short but deep sleep. I reflected back on the previous day's adventures and regretted nothing. In fact, I was feeling very comfortable with myself as I prepared for my day. After taking command I developed a routine I called 'My Patrols'; the crew apparently referred to it as the 'Captain's Prowls'. My Patrols, one...
Those last few minutes before we left my room at the B&B were moments of sheer comedy. Barry, the big rugby player with whom I had offered to share my room, had just put an end to my virginity after I had come out of the shower. The other seven of his team mates had arrived at the door ready to go off for their evening meal but at a most inconvenient moment....
Chapter V. Back at School This work is fiction. The characters are fictional and are not based on real people. They are, however, over the age of 18. I lay in my bed back in the dormitory at St Chester. The four days at San Luis Reservoir seemed like a dream. I wouldn't have been able to look back on them as if it hadn't been for the pictures. That digital...
Not only did my mother have to accept the fact that her only son was gay, that was hard enough in itself! She'd always dreamed of having grandchildren and now that would never happen. No, in addition to that, my mother had to accept the fact that I'd fallen totally, head-over-heels in love with a man nearly her age! The first few times she met Sam, she looke...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
I had not heard from nor seen Steve since our original week end with Ben. His wife Sara and I had hooked up and he had led me to think it was fine with him, but I was wondering if he was having second thoughts. So it was with mixed emotions when I saw his name and number on my caller ID. Answering I said: "Hi Steve what's up with you, everything OK?" I wa...
Tom had been lying on the bed, eyes closed, listening, trying to make sense of the sounds, the smells, the hardness of the bed -- something that was difficult to do through his sore head. He had a headache like a migraine, but more -- what felt like a cut, or a gash, or a graze. He was unsure of how long he lay there -- he had woken up, and things were wrong...
Danny's Point of View I closed my locker and put my book under my arm. "Are you serious?!" Rachel whispered. "Yes!" I said. "Oh, my god, if that happened to me I would die!" she exclaimed as we walked through the crowded hall to our next class. "That would never happen to you," I said. "You don't have a boyfriend to sneak into your room at night." She...
Day one of my summer long visit to my grandparents farm had certainly been an interesting one, I thought to myself as I prepared for what I expected to be at best a fitful night's sleep. It was amusing in a way to think that while I had managed to keep a very personal secret from my folks for 18 years, a few hours up here and I was exposed. I had made a fri...