The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation as well as his feelings for his best friend, be warned though, there is no sex in this chapter, but may occur in the next one. Characters are 18+, and any similarity to other characters or people are coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments,...
Twenty five years out of high school, I found myself one day thinking about classmates, and former friends. Sitting by the scenic pond just a few miles from my apartment I did not have a care in the world that afternoon. The letter that came in my mail that morning informing me that my 25th high school reunion was just two months away set me to wondering wha...
This is my first story, ever, and so I thought that before I got any further that I would post some of the beginning to see what you all thought of it. So please, leave me any positive and/or negative feedback. What I want most is to have some constructive criticism... please? Let me know how to improve my writing, and the story. : ) If I do get enough posi...
After that night camping, Marc and I got along great. It was the first time that I'd ever dated a guy. We agreed our relationship would be opened, to the extent that we would both continue to date women, while at the same time, we'd be cock exclusive to each other. Marc was easy to get along with, and unlike with Carl, I was on equal terms with Marc. We both...
[This story can be read on its own, but it continues the story of Jonathan and David into the next generation. All institutions and characters in the story are purely imaginary.] * Chapter 1 Early years One of my earliest memories is when I was about six years old being taken for a walk by Uncle Arthur Rockwell in the wood that he and my cofather had p...
Your name is Robert "Robin" Meadows. You're from a boring suburban town in Minnesota. Because of peer pressure in High School you never had the chance to fool around with anyone in your school. Not like there was anyone to fool around with, it seemed like everyone around you was straight as an arrow. Well that was until now. You're starting your fi...
I used to keep journals, when I was a kid, but I stopped for a while. I never really liked it, I guess. I'm pretty sure my mom was reading it anyway, so it wasn't really a good place for my deepest, darkest secrets. It was just something that some parenting book my mom read suggested I do after my dad ran out on us. Now seems like a good time to start again...
The marijuana this summer is not very good, too much rain and not enough sun have produced plants low in THC. Even worse, growers planted far less than usual in the spring after reading the Olde Farmers Almanac predictions for sun and rain. I was hanging out with a high school buddy, smoking some of this low quality weed when the subject spun around to sexu...
Yo, what's up? This is your man Teejay Overman speaking. I'm currently in Brentwood, Long Island, staying at my uncle Larry Smith's house. I'm a big and tall young black man from Boston, Massachusetts. Vacations are fun and this is my third visit to Long Island. What can I say, I like the city. The beaches, the sand and the towns are beautiful. I'm having th...
When I went to college in the 1970s I was incredibly naïve about the world of homosexuality. It helps to remember that in the United States in those days being gay was still something to keep secret. I knew a couple of guys in high school who I was pretty sure were gay, but it just wasn't something we talked about much. I was anything but naïve about sex,...