I had hoped after my conference with Coach Seeman where he had commiserated with me about how badly one of his wrestlers had used me outside the gym that I would get some relief from the liberties he was permitting his guys to take with me, but no such luck. At least, though, my next team punch event day at wrestling practice was more memorable for being the...
About a month ago I started working at the animal shelter with my manager, Faye, and her husband Isaac. First off, I love the job. I honestly love working, as bizarre as that sounds. I've never had to work for shit in my entire life—even my drugs were paid for by Mommy dearest without her even realizing it. Although she tries to be involved by wiring money t...
College can give one more than just a mere scholastic education, if one is willing to be opening to such additional education. That is what I found out anyway. Now I'm not saying everyone's college education was, is, or will be anything like mine, but if you are lucky enough to get a Professor who is willing to teach you more than what's in the class schedul...
Roger had joined the company as head of IT around ten years ago. Though we worked in different departments, we had worked on a few projects and over time had become good friends at work but not really having any contact outside of it. More recently, changes in the company had meant our working relationship was much closer. I'm in my mid 40's, carrying a bit...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings – right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electr...
This is a continuation of the story about my adventures with my girlfriend, Kara, and her roommate, Joyce. It takes place, once upon a time, when we were college students. Time-wise, this chapter occurs shortly after chapter 1. If you haven't read the first parts, I recommend that you do. However, if you want to plunge into this story, let me recap. Chapter...
Note: This is the first chapter in a longer story that will become increasingly more graphic and more kinky. It is also my first submission. * Mike walked along the trail, a little further into the woods. He walked slowly, trying to make out what lay ahead, with only the limited moonlight filtering through the tree canopy to illuminate his path. He had ne...
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may ins...
Greg is a brilliant cook -- I tell you athletic, six pack, wealthy, the best lover and he can cook. One Saturday (after a week of late nights!) I had to go in to work and coming home had felt totally cheesed off. The door was unlocked - Greg was in. He shouted from the kitchen area to go straight and have my customary bath -- he was cooking and would be abou...
This story is about my friendship with a ghost. A gay ghost, a cute ghost, but still a ghost. Don't believe me? The first time I saw Flynn was last winter. I wondered at the time why he was clad in only a pair of knee length Spandex pants, and tap shoes. It was freezing, first, and secondly that was like female tramp clothing and Flynn was, a guy. Pretty...