When I was in my late Twenties, surfing was not just my life, but my religion. Half the week I'd surf, and half the week I'd give lessons—tourists, bored housewives, ambitious entertainment types who thought surfing should be part of their L.A. lifestyle. I lived in a shack right on the beach in Malibu. It was cheap because it was out behind a filling statio...
I used to go to surfin' at Torquay or Jan Juc or Bell's Beach with my flatmate. To tell the truth, Gazza was more than my flatmate. I was in love with him. He wasn't in love with me though. Oh, he liked havin' me around. And when he didn't have a girlfriend over he was happy enough to fuck me. Sometimes when he did he'd even call out my name as he emptied hi...
Dear Readers: Herein concludes my reminiscence. But trust me, it's really impossible to read this 3rd chapter without the context of the first two. --JamesonX I may have awoken that second morning with the sweet sense of no longer being entirely alone in the world, but I awoke with plenty of anxiety, too. As I looked over at the sleeping face of Jacob: hi...
Damn, why did he have to be so hot? As he paddled out to me, I could clearly see his muscles outlined beneath the wetsuit he was wearing. He stopped next to me and grinned. "You almost got that last one, man!" "Yeah right, I suck at this." He had sandy blond hair, a gentle, kind face, and firm muscles everywhere. He was still lean though, and not an ounce...
It was at school on Friday when I put my plan for losing my virginity into action. Lunch had just stated when Nathan mentioned that his parents were letting him borrow his four-wheel drive the following weekend. 'We should go to Foster for the weekend boys!' he exclaimed, almost loosing grip on the pie he had just bought at the canteen, 'We'll take a couple...
It all started a couple years ago when I lost my phone. I had when I went to church and then I left in the bathroom, when I got back to into church I realized my phone was not with me and that I had left it in the stall. I went back to the bathroom stall and it was not there. I vividly remember putting on top of the toilet paper dispenser. My mind raced I ha...
When I turned on my computer and opened my email on Tuesday morning, there was a response from Jody. Hi Julian, I was glad to hear that you liked Psych class today. I've been looking forward to it ever since we got out of New B's. I plan to major in psychology, what about you? Have you thought about what you'd like to major in? Comparing profiles might be...
CHAPTER 1 – INTRODUCTION Hi it's me, Jo Ashram, I'm back again, putting pen to paper (or rather fingers to keyboard) to carry on where I left off with "Becoming a Model Patient". It's been a week since the private party, life is resuming some semblance of normality and my body has stopped aching from the ordeal it endured the previous week! It is now the Un...
Moving from Cincinnati to San Clemente, CA in the mid 80's I was lucky enough to find a condo for rent right near the beach where the surfers park. Better yet, my condo was just across the sidewalk from one of the hot tubs for the complex. Big one that would easily hold 20 or more people. It was surrounded by shrubs so most couldn't see in but through my kit...
I stood motionless in the doorway. Mrs. Collins stared back at me. Her eyelashes seemed to flutter, and she made a point of tossing her hair. I tried to gauge how much she'd had to drink. This can't be happening, I thought. She's Chad's mom. She can't seriously be coming on to me. Can she? "You work out, don't you?" she asked. I cinched up my bathrobe....