Chapter 2: Giulia's Love ===================== Stephen tried to keep his head down all weekend. Alex hadn't come home Saturday night. He wondered if he had gone to Giulia's. Stephen imagined that everyone was talking about him, how he'd kissed a boy at the party. Whenever he heard laughing in the hallway, he was sure they knew. He couldn't face anyone to...
Chapter 2- Missing Big Frank Coming Out Telling our wives wasn't easy especially for me who had seduced Shirley's gorgeous hetero husband by dressing up in my wife Doreen's lingerie and make-up and offering him full homo sex as a limp wristed effeminate lady-man. It was my first experience as a queer and when Frank asked me to marry him; to be his gay wi...
Hey, there. My name is Jacob Celestin and I'm a six-foot-one, kind of chubby yet still mildly good-looking young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm twenty one years old. Someone once told me that a young man's college days are supposed to be the best days of his life. If you ask me, somebody lied. These days, I'm definitely not havi...
I e-mailed some online gay friends asking for the name of a place someone like me, a bi-curious middle aged guy, would be comfortable in just having a beer. They e-mailed right back with the name of a place called Charlene's near downtown. Before I had the chance to wonder why the place was not in the gay part of the city they followed up with a note that s...
Ananta has a dream. She dreams of romance. Of sex. Of a tall, handsome man quite her opposite making love to her over and over. Alas. Her geekish self cannot manage to obtain a boyfriend. Two graduate degrees and three jobs later she is still single. Her loving, teasing best-friend who is incidentally gay and the closest she's ever been to a man, Ungar,...
Diddle, diddling, diddling around/about never had a sexual meaning. It meant you were bored or idle and looking for something to do. It didn't have anything to do with masturbation--certainly it was not like those male words. . . jacking, stroking, wanking. Besides ladies, or girls. or women, just didn't talk about such things, much less do them or if we did...
I live in England, and am leaving school this year, and am 18 years old. We've adopted the American tradition of prom, where guys get tuxedos and girls get dresses, and they all go to a party and dance with each other. The prom was in July, and when my story began it was May. People were beginning to ask people to go with them to prom. A few people had girl...
Don't laugh, but I wanted to apply for a job at a lingerie shop. The kind where the hottest women go to get the most lacy leathery or just revealing garments, that they'll do what we can only imagine in? Not possible of course; well unless the guy was gay and the owner was hip. Maybe the owner thought having a gay guy on staff would make the place more chic...
For some weeks Marc and me constantly headed up the town on the pull for guys mostly but to my surprise Marc had been interested in my Trans partner and how we met and of course my other Trans friends that were always out and about in the pubs and clubs of our home town. It wasn't until late one night after a drinking session with friends and no sign of a s...
Silke was sitting at the bar of the venue, having a drink by her lonesome. Her friends were in front of the stage, they had talked her into coming with them to the HIM concert. The girl loved the band as much as her friends did, if not more, but Ville's lyrics just brought back all these bad memories. It was like the Finn knew everything about her. And it wa...