As I looked across the small sauna room at my new friend Grant, I was amused by the fact that I had moved into this senior citizen apartment complex only about 3 weeks ago and already I knew more about the gregarious silver haired fellow than I knew about people I have known all my life. Since the outgoing gent had pretty much adopted me after he saw me mov...
Remsen, New York. A rural town in the middle of nowhere, circa 1979. ... When I left work around noon on July 5th, I didn't realize how much my life was going to change. Because business was dead, the owner of the AGWAY that I worked at during the summer let me out early. I was going to call my Dad and ask him to pick me up, but decided that because it was...
Inspired by a fan of my writing, whose heartfelt messages to me about a lost love pretty much forced me to write this story, a tribute to a very special friendship that went from being 18 and naive until just recently. I hope I did it justice. *** When I emerged from the bathroom, my best friend was on his back in bed, naked except for his underwear, and...
Thank you for your wonderful response to my first two stories. "Looking for Mr. Wells" and "My Cross Country Adventure". This story finds me getting involved in another unusual relationship, this time with an older gentlemen. * Chapter 1. Locker room flirting. It was all I could do to keep from getting aroused in an obvious way. I was already plenty excit...
Plattsburgh, New York, in the summer of 1970... It had been a rough couple of months for Dustin Wood, and his life seemed to fall apart in every way imaginable. First, his mother passed away in the spring, and with her gone, Dustin's father seemed to change into someone unrecognizable, drinking heavily and taking all of his frustration out on his only son....
The early 1970's when a boy became a man... *** "What do you think, Timmy?" my new friend asked as he walked me over to his car, which he seemed to very proud of judging by the way he smiled as he looked at his pride and joy. "Nice," I felt obligated to respond, although I didn't know all that much about cars. The Mustangs and Corvettes caught my eye b...
Gordon Dewey was celebrating his 19th birthday alone, like he often did, but this was different. He was new in the city, having just moved to Troy to attend college, and had found out that he was no better at making friend here than he had been back home. At close to six foot tall, Gordon was only slightly plump that fall of 1972, having shed about 40 poun...
I feel like an idiot because that's what I must look like, dressed like a third rate private investigator with a rumpled raincoat and a beat up fedora pushed as far down on my head as possible sitting in a Starbucks. The disguise, which is pretty much all this garb is, was designed to conceal my real identity because I don't know what I would do if anybody e...
"He's an acquaintance of mine," William explained to me as he ran his hand over my chest while I looked at the ceiling fan while it rotated above the bed. "It seems weird though," I replied. "When did you become so straight-laced?" the love of my life asked, and it was hard to deny that at that stage of my life, at 19 I was pretty much up for anything. Wi...
1972 - in upstate New York *** "You should leave, Timmy" Mr. Duke said as I stood before him, my knees shaking so badly and my head spinning so much that it was a wonder that I was able to remain standing. I couldn't leave, and it wasn't because my Science teacher had a hold of my belt, because I wanted to be there more than anything. After all, this is w...