How was I ever going to tell my parents that I was gay? This was a confrontation that I had been dreading for a long time, but how long could I put it off? If I didn't tell them, they were going to find out anyway for sure. I was a complete slut. I mean, really indiscreet. One time I got the mailman up to my bedroom, and he was just in the middle of fucking...
Author's note: [For 'Carl'] Okay, there might be a couple more stories in this vein, since people seem to like them. And yes, Jaspar's a bit of a prick, who needs an urgent wake-up call. But for those of you who deeply dislike him, stick with it... I promise, it'll be worth it. Go into it with a dark sense of humour, and trust me to sort him out. ;-) ***...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
Thank you to everyone for reading, voting and/or commenting. You cannot know how grateful I am. Constructive criticism is welcome. Huge happy hippie hippo hugs to Klastbreath for emergency editing. As always I tinker, so for any mistakes I ask your forgiveness. My gratitude to nomoretears00 for always saving my bacon. AH you are the other set of eyes I ne...
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 15 It was early afternoon. Bill and I were sitting on my living room couch, sipping beer and watching game video, playing the final minute over and over. The Boulder Buffaloes had been every bit as tough as we'd expected. It was a really close game. Bill ran 30 yards, dancing all around the Buffaloes, making the final touchdown a half-...
As I stepped past the threshold and into the bar, I felt my stomach doing yet another flip as the thought of what I was doing here consumed me completely. I was a half an hour earlier than the designated time we'd agreed to meet, unable to wait any longer in my hotel room. I looked slowly around the room as I stepped up to the bar, trying to determine whethe...
The following story is a true story: I was driving from North Carolina back to Texas, a trip I take often. I started to get tired and pulled over to check my phone to find a hotel close by. I was about 10 miles outside of a small town in Mississippi and I found a nice seemingly quiet hotel. The only rooms they had left were smoking rooms; this didn't bother...
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We woke the next day and headed over to the church where Mack grew up. His parents had been members their entire lives and were holding a small luncheon of about 20 people to celebrate their anniversary. I met a few of his parent's friends, most of whom were polite and cordial, if not slightly scandalized by presence. Nonetheless, everyone was lovely and we...
Carl came out from behind the camera into the lighted area beside the bed. "That was pretty good for first-timers," he continued, "We need to do some close up shots to insert into that footage, so you will have to run through that same routine again, but this time, we will have a hand held camera moving around and you will have to give him clear shots of lik...