For Glenn Saunders, the summer of 1979 promised to be pure hell. While his friends were enjoying the time after graduating high school doing things that 18 year old kids do before entering college or going on with life, Glenn was stuck out in the middle of nowhere. His parents were spending the summer in Europe, and while Glenn could have joined them, he ch...
AUTHORS NOTE: There are few brief descriptions of heterosexual encounters in this chapter. SIX MONTHS OF WORK AND TIME FOR A VACATION For the duration of the Minneapolis project it was very routine travel and sexual encounters. On Monday at my home office Michelle and I would prepare status reports for the client, review theme and then I would fuck him. I...
**Jack** Toby wants to go to his ten year reunion, God, I don't know why. It's not like he's friends with anyone anymore. But I'll go with him, he confirmed his invitations a month ago without telling me. I can't believe it, typical of him and he even arranged with his boss for the following day off, so he was thinking in advance. So I guess he really wants...
Walking into 'Checkpoint Charlie' - cool name for a German beer hall, right? - I kind-of shouted above the music. "Guys, I booked us a table," pointing off into the distance. I had booked one on the way to Sam's place earlier. Dave and Ty were looking at me surprised, clearly shocked that I had the foresight to book a table... "Wow, guys. Thanks for the v...
Chad, breathing easily and looking mighty fine for a man of thirty-seven, ended his run at his usual bench beside a tool house in the remote Myrtle Beach park tucked into a golf course almost within sight of the ocean enough for most not to realize it was a separate public park. As usual, he ran in just athletic shorts and running shoes. His auburn red hair...
We live in a university town, my wife and I, and we live in a neighborhood within five blocks of the edge of that university. It's an affluent neighborhood, built on heavily wooded, well-manicured lots on the side of a ridge, with narrow streets running up and down and twisting here and there. Almost like the country, but a wealthy enclave right in the small...
--- Darren For a couple of weeks, Tyler drove us around in my Lamborghini. It made me uncomfortable, and it wasn't only from my anxiety. It was the type of car that you only owned if you were a millionaire. Driving it around was like rubbing it in everyone's faces. We left it parked on the curb at the edge of town for ten minutes, and came back to a group...
Note: There is a big overlap between the two viewpoints in this chapter. The differences in the two are intentional. I hope this won't be too confusing or annoying for you. As always, your comments are most welcome! ------- Blue huddled in the dark, trying not to shake too much or he would dislodge the blanket. It was too small, but he finally had it arra...
"Yes, I can certainly do that. No, it won't disturb plans I'd already made. No, don't worry. And . . . I'm really sorry. Yes, until then, the afternoon of the 23rd. No, no problem in getting down there by then. Yes. Again, I'm really sorry about that. Yes, you're right; we've lost out on too much time. Until then. Good-bye." "No plans, did I hear you say?"...
These events actually happened, to me, in England, quite some time ago. This is an abridged version of a much longer account I wrote some time ago. It is fully copyrighted. * * * I'm not going to begin this story where it should begin, with me being sent off to Ranleigh at the age of eleven. Going on twelve. Ranleigh School is quite obscure, but it's sim...