~~~ * ~~~ Copyright by metajinx (under my real name, no, really). Please do not duplicate or copy without explicit permission, because I will hunt you down and pluck your pubes. This story is purely fictional. I recommend reading all the other parts first, because this is a continued story. ~~~ * ~~~ ~*Jared*~ Training with Hector was never consistent. O...
I met Heather at the mall one afternoon when my friend and I were hanging around checking out girls. We liked going to the arcade in the mall to play the games and to look at the girls walking around. We started talking to Heather and her friend Lorie when they played one of the games next to us. I found out Heather lived in another town fifteen miles from...
July 17th, 1974, was a day I will never forget. It's 36 years later and I still remember it like it was yesterday. It didn't start out any different than most days of that summer; fresh from graduating high school, I had gotten into a routine that was working well for me. I would sleep late, usually not waking up until noon or so, and at that point I would...
I went over to the triple-sized shower stall and turned on the dual jets. Okay, I admit it-this was the real reason we'd bought this house. The architect apparently had a water fetish. Not only was the shower huge, it had a built-in bench and enough hoses and gadgets to fulfill any fantasies our vivid imaginations could think up. And the shower wasn't the...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
Prologue: The Interview The following is based on an interview. It turned out too long for the magazine article but ended as a book. My assignment was to interview an unconventional household: five gay men living, not as roommates, but rather as a romantic, sexual unit. Did this arrangement constitute promiscuity? Must a household of men resemble a frat ho...