"What's wrong?" Mom asked. "You haven't eaten a bite." We were half way through dinner and I'd done little more than move my chicken and potatoes from one side of the plate to the other. "Sorry Ma, I guess I'm not very hungry." There were more knots in my stomach than on an old tree and it would've been easier to make food go up than down. "You may excuse...
Looking back to the summer I was eighteen I realize I was immature in many ways. For one thing, most kids my age had graduated from high school, but I still had a year to go. I missed most of fifth grade recovering from an auto accident and had to repeat it. It set me back socially as well. I was shy and still felt like an awkward adolescent. As far as sex g...
I was 18 and had just finished my freshman year of college in New England. The terms of my financial aid offer required work-study, so I got a job at an Inn on campus busing tables. The money was good, so I elected to stay on campus that summer and continue to work full-time in order to save for college. A few staff would sometimes go out for drinks after t...
All characters in this story are above the age of consent (18). The story and its characters are all fictional (even though I wish they were not). I love hearing your comments so please leave one. I love to get messages from my readers. * Behind schedule, over budget, and never good enough for the client, status quo for a creative director; that was my sit...
During the summer when I was eighteen, when the long school holidays were even longer because I had sat public exams well before the end of the semester, I spent a lot of time being naked, almost every opportunity - at home, when no one else was around, and out in the woods and downland half a mile or so from the house. I'm not sure what brought it on, I gue...
Chapter One: Mile-High Club I had thought that no one could see us when Kwame pulled me into his body and kissed me behind a column at the San Francisco airport departure lounge, but then I saw the built black dude sitting almost alone in a bank of chairs in the adjacent departure lounge. He was staring directly at us. Coming out of the kiss, I buried my fa...
For as long as I can remember I had been friends with Bill We had grown up as good friends enjoying everything from Little League baseball to some of the first times that all friends share From the first cigarettes (stolen from his father`s glove compartment) to the first time drunk (his older brother gave us four beers he had left from a Friday night da...
As a extra credit activity for the junior college I was attending, I was engaged by the Ride and Board Stables as a helper for the summer, doing stable work and other jobs about the riding-school. At least that was what I thought I had been employed for. But it soon turned out that the Ride Master, Jason, had other plans for me. The first day or two I helpe...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...
Disclaimer: X-rated; This story, though factual has been slightly modified. It was a long time ago and it needed to be beefed up a bit if you know what I mean. All and any responses welcome. * * * * * It was the summer of my eighteenth year. I lived in a rural area of South Ontario. There was only one other guy my age to hang out with. That was Bernie, a...