I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been mo...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
Yesterday I learned that Ben is dead. I keep thinking that if I repeat it to myself often enough, the words might finally start making sense. Lung cancer. Ironic, given that I've been smoking since I was thirteen while Ben never as much as touched a cigarette, as far as I know. There's a lot I didn't know about him, though. I didn't know that he was sick, f...
I rang the doorbell of Dave's Condo. It had been a week since our family reunion, and I had to see if it was just a fluke experience, or if there could be something more lasting between my 19 year old cousin and me. I was nervous as hell, worried that it had just been a passing fling for him, and after having me totally under his power in the shower, he wou...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
Chad and I have been friends for many years. I guessed he was bisexual because I would see him with guys as well as women. I am gay and never pretended I was anything else. Throughout college we were roommates. We had planned on getting a small apartment together afterwards. But things change, and so do people. After law school I got a job on the other sid...
Centers on two seniors in a LGBT private school. Around me the school gym gleamed as though every inch of it had been glossed recently. Though the smaller of the school's two indoor gymnasiums, it was still more impressive than anything I encountered before transferring. The slats in the basketball court were clean and polished, illuminated by dozens of th...
In this 5th installment, Dre has sex with a hot young wrestler and then...well you'll find out. This is not a gay incest story. This work is fiction, and a product of the author's fevered imagination. Thanks again to my editor Bill. I love hearing from my readers so leave a comment or sent me a message. Enjoy! ***** All lanes slowed to a crawl, this was no...
I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking...
Greetings, citizens of the world. My name is Jameson Lycos Brandeis. A tall, good-looking young black man with a rather unique story to tell. I'm a young Haitian man who lives in the state of Massachusetts. Currently, I attend the Massachusetts Military Institute or MMI. It's the largest military college in the state. Actually, it's one of the few remaining...