The three of us walk through the glass door to find all our guests have arrived. There were hugs and cheery holiday greetings. I pull Callen tight to me and whisper for him and Jase to meet me in the den in five minutes. I have them sit, as I pace back and forth in front of them. I have to tell them what happened with Cory this morning and I'm nervous that...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
The next morning Scott and I went to breakfast together and then he had to hurry off to team activities. I didn't see Troy all day or night. The soccer coach held two practices and the rest of the time he was tied up with frat business. I purposely avoided the locker room when the soccer players were around. I wasn't sure how my body might react to seeing na...
Some say that rain is a sign of peace when a loved one passes on, but on this day it simply steeped the sadness that comes with an untimely death. The dark clouds loomed above like a spiritual ceiling and occasional claps of thunder jostled the mourning family. Because it was late summer, many people were on vacation. Many close friends and even a fair amoun...
Ivan didn't know how he did it. Five minutes into the flight, Dean Ryker had disappeared into the back of the airplane. When he returned fifteen minutes later, he sat down in his seat and picked up the brochure for the conference they were attending without saying a word. A stewardess went rushing by them, her skirt twisted and her blouse slightly untucked....
Hello, sissy. Welcome back, princess. Welcome back to our journey through your sissy mind. You will always come back because I am what you want. I am what you need. You need my soothing voice. You need to hear my voice telling you what a fucking faggot you are. You need my voice telling you what a faggot you have always been. That makes you so happy. You...
"Hey, you, soldier. Come with me." "Mich . . . I mean me?" Johann answered. He'd learned to speak English fairly well in the more than a year that it took him to move from New York City, to Canada, and then back down here to Saratoga. But sometimes he didn't think and reverted to German. "Yes, you. You're being reassigned. By me. Get whatever gear you have...
Danny lived in the apartments opposite when we first moved to northern France, with his mother and a dog. He was a small but cute kid, always wearing improbably large glasses and an improbably large maroon jacket and his hair sported an improbably large quiff. He rode around on a bike too small for even him unless his mates came calling in a black BMW. I gue...
I have been working out at the same gym for awhile now and after my work out I always looked forward to hitting the showers because I loved to check out the other guys in the locker room and showers. One particular day stands out in my memory because it was the first day I set eyes on Bart. I was in the shower, eye balling a few of the other guys in there, a...
"Renton Elliott Abernathy, come to the front of the classroom, please." Renton stood and did as his teacher asked, his eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Such a shame, isn't it, that the most talented young mage in his class is also an arrogant, disobedient little brat? Perhaps a severe punishment will help you realize the error of your ways." Renton looked e...