In high school I had been the best on my wrestler on my team. I had gone to state in the 195 weight class my junior and senior year but had never taken home the title. My sophomore year, before my growth spurt and finding my love of working out, I had lost at regionals in the 160 weight class; and freshman year I had been the Junior Varsity wrestler in the 1...
Quarantine by Pan 1: "What do you mean, a virus? That doesn't make any sense." "I'm sorry ma'am, but that's what the reports are saying. We have some of our best scientists out there, and the results are conclusive - it's a virus." "So let me get this straight," the commissioner said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're telling me that the colony h...
Kitty helped me load up the back of my truck with some things for Ayden's family, but she didn't have time to go with me. She had called an early morning practice for the band. I drove down the maze of dirt roads to his sad looking little house. He was waiting for me in the same clothes he'd worn last night. I unloaded the boxes and carried them to the fron...
It was a mistake to have come to Central Virginia, but not, I think a mistake to have stayed. Stuart had seemed so right when we found ourselves in New York as we both were completing our English doctorates at Colombia, but in the four months between when he had taken a position in the English department at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville and w...
My wife had got me a pair of new shorts for rugby for Christmas. They looked fine, so I didn't even bother trying them on. I put them in my gear bag last night, and headed off to training. When I got there we were one man short. Outside the changing rooms someone got wind of this and offered to make up the numbers. He came in and introduced himself. He was a...
Chapter 9: Pumpkins *Author's Note: Thanks for all of the coments and feedback. I read every one and try to make adjusments when I can. I hope you are enjoying this story.* The following morning after I finished eating breakfast there was a knock on the door. "Well good morning Mrs. Thompson," Rob's cheery voice sounded as he entered the room with his...
Hello again, everyone! This story is Part II of my previous story, "Earning Danny," and it focuses on, and is narrated by Steven Price, Danny's closeted ex-boyfriend. If you read my first story, he needs no more introduction, but if you didn't, I suggest you do, or else a lot of this won't make much sense to you. :D Anyway, turning away from Danny and Jak...
Notes: Short chapter. Trying to get in the habit of finishing a story every week, even when I don't have much time to write. So we'll get to know Sam and Ken together. Hope you enjoy. Afternoons in the barracks complex's communal lounge had become a sort of informal study group since the start of my relationship with Sam. I had to work hard to keep up with...
Hey readers, please let me know what you think of my story. If you're not gay, move on as this won't appeal to you. Remember, it's MY fantasy--and only a story! Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------- The next morning I woke up on time and hustled to get ready for work. Thankfully, I was early enough that I beat Alex to the kitchen and had h...
At first Chet thought the older man staring at him from across the bar at the top of the cruise ship was Jamaican. The man engaged his attention because he had the most compelling light-gray eyes, which went really well with his silver-gray hair and the black suit with black silky shirt and black tie with a hash pattern of silver strands. But the thought tha...