Somewhere in Upstate New York, in the fall of 1978. ******* Chapter One: Mom's boyfriend. As was my custom each Saturday night, I made my way down the hallway toward my mother's bedroom after her light went out. Being quiet on my feet certainly helped in this situation, and as I stood on the other side of the door, I leaned against the wood while waiting...
I want to thank John & Bob for allowing me to write their story. Although I have changed their names they know who they are and that they have my appreciation. The elements of the story are as they have related them to me, sometimes fairly graphically depending on the amount of alcohol involved, and sometimes general. Where they have been general I filled in...
This story takes place in the 1970's, when the drinking age in the state was 18. ... Chapter One: Skip turns 18. Mercifully, the infamous song always sung to commemorate birthdays was as brief as possible, and I was grateful to Mr. Langer and his son and my best friend Greg for omitting the superfluous choruses about how old are you. I was 18 and we all k...
Reader alert... in the interest of fair disclosure let me explain that while this is a gay male story please note that near the end readers will find a long row of ........................... Beyond that point which comes halfway down on the second page the story takes a brief turn where it stops being a gay story. If readers do not wish to read anything ot...
I hope readers will find this story interesting. This is my first attempt and I thought writing about something that actually happened would be a good way to start. I would appreciate any and all comments. *** 1. Standing alone in the rain. That's what I was doing on that miserable late summer morning somewhere in the neighborhood of Lee, Massachusetts; s...
Introduction: This is a slow build love story between two men in modern times. The story touches on the difficulties of expressing such love in some cultures. In this case, the culture is that of ranchers and cowboys in the high desert country of central Oregon, USA. Such places are on the rough edges of the change in understanding of normal human sexuality....
My gratitude and a heartfelt "Thanks" to Bhart1, for his constant encouragement and editing my first voyage. Chapter 1 "You have 10 minutes to pack your stuff. If you choose to be gay then you are no son of mine and will be forever banished from this house!" Those words from my father replayed over and over in my head as I walked down the road with no se...
Afternoon – four-nineteen pm, and it's tar-melting sultry-hot. Hitch-hiking down through France, the Loire valley, medieval hill-top towns, and beyond. My nineteenth summer, in distressed jeans, faded T-shirt and backpack, dark shoulder-length hair and shades, as much for cool as the bullying solar glare. After a chain of short-term and unsatisfactory thumb-...
THE TAKING OF TWO STRAIGHT CHERRIES It was a beautiful sight to behold if one had been fortunate enough to be in the bedroom that Sunday morning. A very pretty young man named Jodie was naked in bed on his knees. He was leaning over and had a large thick cock in his mouth that belonged to a handsome muscular young man named Bert. Kneeling behind Jody was an...
I would like to thank Nala Cayenne for all her help in editing, both she and I are interested in what you think of the story. Give us some feedback by taking the time to vote. If you really liked it or really hated it give us a comment on why. Thanks, and enjoy. Mike * Chapter one. The Negotiation Phillip smiled as he handed the young man a cup of steamin...