As long as I could remember, Alec had been my best friend. Best friend didn't even quite begin to describe it. Alec was the boy with whom I had pulled worms out of the dirt and speared them on fishing hooks, the adolescent I had stood awkwardly in line to sign up for high school with, the teenager I laughed with late into the night as we talked about which g...
If you enjoyed my first "True" story then I'm sure you will enjoy this one, also a true Story, only happened yesterday. * * * * * I was having a relaxing day off from work, just sitting back and surfing the net, not anything in particular. Not until I decided to locate some nudist clubs around my area. After much searching without any luck, I stumbled upo...
Randy and Kent make a video. Time moves along. Darren returns. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ============== Even though she fully expected the result, Glenna burst into tears when she turned the white stick over and saw the two pink lines. Leon pulled her close with one arm. His choked voice made it difficult to whisper all that was in his heart. She squeezed...
At the buffet breakfast the next morning in the Ambrosia Restaurant, Tiho was moving around a bit more gingerly and with a little less of the playful buoyancy and bounce that he had the night before, but he was still making an effort to play the role of everyone's favorite leprechaun. No doubt this was a studied role that won him extra tips at the end of the...
Sitting at my table pondering what it would take to change my story I watched the black man walk up in front of the desk and say, "All rise." He continued talking but I lost focus on what he was saying as the men next to me gently grabbed my arm and had me stand up. An older white man in a long dark robe walked in and sat down. The black man said loudly, "Yo...
Writing stories actually takes more time than the already hours long original visits, in part because of how hard writing makes me. Also in part because being in the middle of a story tends to lead me to returning to the baths on a free afternoon, instead of writing. This too is part of a feedback loop which deepens the attraction of spending hours having se...
I knew I couldn't do nothing until I could breathe properly again, but it really fucking hurt to be pinned down by a dweeb like Scott and not be able to fight back. Scott was lying on top of me, his underweight fuckin' body rubbing against my tight, muscled bod and his matchstick fuckin' arms holding me there like I was nothing. The more I struggled, the h...
PART 1 “So who’s coming on this little trip again Richie?” Paul asked as he continued collecting bags from the front doorstep and hurling them into the back of the navy blue station wagon that was parked a few metres away. Rich carried the last bag out of the flat and then helped transport the last few from the pile and into the car as well. “Wil, Rove, an...
After our shower, Nico turned to all business, directing me to go to the laptop and start writing and that he'd order an in-room breakfast for me and would see me at 1:00 p.m. on the terrace for lunch. That dispelled all doubt in my mind that Nico too was a writer. He was able to see and honor the needs of a writer. I, of course, couldn't start composing i...
The rocking of the plane was starting to annoy James. He had an iron stomach and motion sickness never usually fazed him, but, with the pain in his shoulder and the chloroform, he started feeling nauseous. And to top it off, it was very cold and getting colder. Through the lit cabin, he couldn't see anything but darkness outside the windows, but he did catch...