#ItsSaturday. It'Saturday and I'm meeting friends in town for a coffee social, I'm a member of an LBGT social Facebook group, we meet once or twice a month for lunch or just coffee. We'd arranged to meet at 2, in Costa, in town. I arrived, slightly late, ready to make my entrance and noticed some of the group were outside. So much for making my entrance. A...
The rush of the warm spray beating against my sore body felt terrific. I closed my eyes and leaned forward letting the blast of water hit the back of my neck and shoulders. A sigh escaped my mouth as I slowly melted into the stall. Eyes closed, I heard Caleb in the opposite shower. Turning towards his stall I opened my eyes a crack to peek in my partially o...
"Never Fuck Your Small Town Best Friend". That's how I should have titled this story because that's how it all began. Troy and I had been friends since childhood. We also started fucking and sucking each other as soon as we figured out how. In small town West Virginia it sure helped to pass the time, even if you weren't into it the way I was. Anyway, we ha...
This continues the account of the five days and nights that studly 18 year old Mikey spends together with Mike, the 24-year old uncle he idolizes, and Mike's fascinating and beautiful 22-year old fiancée Alice. The beginning of their story is told in "Cross-Country with My Uncle," and continued by "Alice, My Uncle, and Me," day 1 and day 2, and Day 3, parts...
1 "Phil?" my wife yelled up the stairs, the words I dreaded every Saturday morning since Spring had arrived. "Are you going to try to find my dishes today?" "Sure babe," I replied, not looking forward to wading through all the junk in the garage, looking for some special family china in one of dozens of look-alike boxes. We said our goodbyes and she left f...
"Why are you constipated?" asked the old man. "Sorry," I said, "I don't like vegetables, fiber, oatmeal, salads, or anything green." I could not believe I was telling Gilbert my deepest darkest secrets. Still, Gilbert had always been there for me. Sure, he was so much older than me, but the old man listened to me and never criticized me. The old man shrug...
For almost twenty years I have been going on twice annual trips with a group of guys from my college days. Each spring and fall we rent a remote cabin for a week and go on our fishing trips. Very little fishing gets done any more. These trips have become our getaways from the stress of our high pressure careers and everyday lives. Truth is the trips are more...
When our family bought the house, we knew what we were getting into. The place was a bargain but it was old and it needed a lot of renovating. My parents were sure they could make a nice place out of it though. They saw it as an investment. That's why the house was in constant state of reconstruction for the past year. Eventually, my siblings and I got used...
After weeks of epic partying and totally failing to budget, constantly handing my debit card over without a care in the world, I wake up horribly hungover again. I reach for my phone, my eyes straining against the bright sunlight pouring into my bedroom, finding a text from my bank announcing that I'd overdrafted my checking account the night before. God dam...
This story pics up some 20 years later from my college and camping series. Scott and I lost contact after our college days, both moving in different directions and taking different jobs that led us to various parts of the country. Both married, both had kids, and just went on with life. Thanks to social media, we actually stumbled across each other online....