Part 4: In which every good thing must end with a come ... My experience with Bruno dented and skewed my self-confidence. He'd used me. I'd let him use me. I'd willing allowed myself to be used. Then he betrayed me. But before Georgio threw me out, I'd laid my plans. I investigated his contact book. I know all about his gay friends. Now I follow up on the l...
Scott didn't care about rodeo. Didn't care about ranching or farming or none of that, neither. He was a freshman, and Dare was a sophomore, and they was both taking this class, this Spanish class, because you had to take a foreign language, and Spanish was easier than French. Well, that's why Dare was taking it, anyhow. Scott just wanted to learn. He wanted...
When you are still in high school and living at home, the technical legal status of being 18 or 19 years old doesn't mean a great deal. Just because the law considers you an adult, rarely means the 'rents do. Really, really rarely! That not only creates some additional tensions as a teenager, but almost guarantees you will be hearing 'So long as you are un...
Chapter 11. In which our hero finds new friends. That night I entertained my wife with the story of the lovers in the urinal. Of course from time to time one hears of men being arrested for transgressions in public places. There are various charges; public lewdness, public indecency, and others. But it is all the same, one guy caught diddling another, or...
Note: My previous submissions were in the third person, I really wanted to write as first person for this story. I really think it gives a different feel to the story. * It was the usual poker night, but not the usual location. Marie and I along with three other couples had decided to spend the long weekend more or less off the grid. The cabin we had rente...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
Dare got all the way back to his dorm before the enormity of his mistake confronted him like an angry woman, slapping the dumb smile right off his face. Sure, he'd known it was wrong and all, that they had to keep it quiet, but the truth was it'd felt so good, and he'd been thinking about Scott, and feeling all kinds of ways he never done before, and. Anyh...
Brock Barry Peterson was the handsomest man I had ever seen. He was over six feet tall and had smooth clear skin, blue blue eyes and white white wavy hair. He was always impeccably dressed in expensive well-tailored suits, crisp ironed shirts, and tastefully colored ties. He wore a special cologne. I don't know what it was, but it was heady. Sitting across f...
That damn website ruined my life! I had been minding my own business, reading fun and raunchy stories on my favorite site when an author linked out to a site. I won't share it because I don't want any of you to fall into the same trap. But no one warned me. I had been hard and sleepy when I clicked the link originally and have to admit the swirling colors w...
On Thomas's 18th birthday he decided he was going to ask his number one crush to his last winter formal, in a super way. So he put on his superman t-shirt and went to her house with a sign. After all the asking Emma agreed to go to the dance with Thomas. The night of the dance was finally upon them. Thomas began to get ready a few hours before. He took a sh...