I wasn't really sure how we got to this point. Steve and I had been friends for some time, and although I had begun to think of myself as bi, there is no chance I would have ever raised the topic with him. My encounters with other guys were very discreet, many miles away from where I lived, and with men I would not run into on the street. Steve and I met t...
Talk I did, for the next three hours, desperately trying to convince Mikey and Jackson not to go and do something they would regret and eventually they calmed down enough for me to explain my idea to them. "If we go about this the right way Franco will do whatever we ask," I told the two of them. "Do you think he is just going to rollover that easily?" Jac...
We had been waiting until Bill's wife left the house and when he opened the door, wearing a robe, I could see that he was surprised to see me with another guy as he expected me to be alone. I introduced him to my friend Jerry who was in town for a few days. Jerry is a rugged looking ex-Navy man with a great physique and it seemed as though the two of them hi...
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...
Joey, Bill and Morty. The three amigos back in town at the same time for the first time in 30 years. They had been best friends, and had gone through first bicycle crashes together. First girlfriends, first drinks and unfortunately that one time they had gotten hold of some stink weed when they were 15. That was a memory all three friends would rather forget...
(Author's note: This is my first story, and I wrote and edited it by myself. Hope there aren't too many grammatical errors. Also I'm Canadian, so I spell some words the Canadian way.) It was too early in morning for intellectual conversations as the trio drove along the winding country roads towards their destination: Major Goo's Paintball. Jack was at...
"I'm going to come!" "If you can hold it just a bit more, I can come too," Kevin hissed. And then we managed to come close to each other. We were lying on our backs side by side on Kevin's double bed in his apartment at U. Delaware. His place was preferable to my dorm because his bed was wider than mine and his apartment was more private than my dorm suite...
The afterparty was finally wearing down as people started to either head home or pass out on the couch, floor, or whatever else seemed comfortable enough for a good night's sleep. Most of the attendees would remember the night as one of dancing, good food, spending time with friends, things of that nature. Certain others, however, would remember it as a nigh...
This story is a continuation of two previous ones about Mike and his best friend Adam. Both are married, committed to their wives and families, and yet unfulfilled in a fundamental way. These friends shared much together over the last few years, including sports, work ventures, and a yearly family vacation to Montana. Their relationship changed when Adam cou...
I decided there were just two degrees of separation between us. Pamela and Judith had been college roommates at Sweetbriar, and Judith was Rene's trophy wife, and I think behind my back the cynics described me as Pamela's bought joy stick. That put the age spread between Rene and me at about twenty years—maybe more. But he was so distinguished and suave that...