I hope readers will find this story interesting. This is my first attempt and I thought writing about something that actually happened would be a good way to start. I would appreciate any and all comments. *** 1. Standing alone in the rain. That's what I was doing on that miserable late summer morning somewhere in the neighborhood of Lee, Massachusetts; s...
My initial story told of my first experience with another man. "My Cross Country Adventure" detailed my evening with Walt, the elderly gentlemen who picked me up while hitchhiking and taught me a great deal. This story tells of my further explorations in this way of life. One thing I should have mentioned at the top of the last story was that these events h...
The world was a different place in 1976. There was no Internet, VCRs or DVDs, so the only ways to find adult entertainment were to visit adult bookstores or porn theatres. An adult theatre opened in Albany, New York for a short time, and until it was pretty much forced out of business by the local politicians, it served as a educational facility for many a...
Almost 20, I had finally come to grips with what I was. Gay. That was not as accepted a few decades ago as it is now, nor was it as open, but I had surely no problem in finding partners back in the early 1970's. All I had to do was stand still for a minute. * Chapter One: Innocence Lost What was so appealing about me back then? I was not overly handsome,...
A story about Paul Brady, a 62 year old newly retired teacher, and Carson Taylor, a young lad who was his neighbor. ... I was standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out my coffee cup, when I heard the sound of the lawn mower being fired up, and I couldn't help but chuckle as I peeked out the window and saw my industrious young neighbor, Carson Taylor pushi...
Corey Cooper wrote this journal on his laptop in two places, the first part sitting on the throne of the bathroom in the motel room he was brought to, and the rest at home after his battery gave out. *** It was somewhere around 4 in the morning when I finally gave in to the fact that I wasn't going to be getting any sleep, and while the man sleeping besid...
Just a reminder that this story contains graphic sex between dominant and submissive categories, although the sex is not completely gay in nature, and there is a degree of humiliation involved. At this point, reading the previous installments would seem to be helpful in understanding the story. ... Paul Lombardo felt empty as he packed up his briefcase be...
I was 19 years old when I returned home from college in the summer of 1976. A lot about me had changed in the nine months I had been away, both physically and emotionally. Leaving home the previous August a pudgy kid who had spent his teenage years unsuccessfully chasing girls, I was now a fairly well built young man who had discovered a new world when sedu...
It was the early 1970's, and I had just turned 20. To celebrate, I decided to take a trip to New York City. Not having a whole lot of money, I had asked around before the trip to see if anybody knew of a cheap place to stay. "Sloane House Y," one of my fellow students informed me. "Just don't drop the soap, if you know what I mean." The guy didn't know me...
It was different this time, Ben Ranalli noted after he set the tent up and looked at the pond his campsite was facing. He had been coming here for over forty years, first as a young lad with his folks and then later with his wife and kids. After the kids had grown and moved on there was a brief period when he had visited the place with just his wife, but she...