I spent the rest of the evening just sitting in a chair in that same bedroom with my face buried in my hands. As neighbors and friends came to claim their coats they glanced at me sympathetically, miserable drunk that I appeared to be, and decided to let me sober up on my own. One offered to drive me home, but our house is only just down the street, so I shook my head. It might as well have been across the continent. When the last guest left, Bonnie came in to see me. "Feeling a little better?" she asked.

I was years old and starting my first year of college. I was very excited because I come from a small town were everything seemed to normal all the time. I was ready to meet new people and have new experiences. I have broken up with my girlfriend about four months before I started to college. I figured I wanted to be a single man and find out what college was all about.

Men suck!! Hi Im Brent and my boyfriend is a complete asshole. I had taken hours out of my already busy and stressful life to clean my apartment and cook a delicious -course dinner for him and I because it was our -month anniversary. He told me that he couldnt make it because he had to work late! Work late my ass!! He had been eyeing the new mailroom attendant and he

"Why?" Arnold asked. "Because you need to look smooth" Davie said "Yea" March agreed. "Fuck I didnt say Id do that" Arnold said. "Dude you got to, we already paid the fee" March said "you got a hundred bucks?" "No" Arnold. "Then we go ahead, besides man we need that thousand buck prize or well get kicked out of here".

One Friday, I got home from school and saw a note from Mama: "Phil will be at the house at four. He and I are going out at four-thirty. Please let Phil in if Im not home yet." Rats! I was dreaming all day about cumming six or seven times right after school. Well, if they were going to be going out, I could prance around the house most of the night, cumming in every room. I laughed at that. I stopped laughing when I heard the bell. It was Phil. I let him in. He greeted me semi-politely. I was sullen, while sneaking looks at him for details that I would use in that evenings fantasy entertainment. I offered him a beer. He thanked me and took it.

It was like a volcanoe building up inside me urging me to say what I knew I needed to say. But self control is the differentiation between humans and animals, so my parent taught me long ago. So I smothered my instincts and hid under the covers at night jacking off till it hurt. The spring came and he, like us all, got more energetic. With his constant desire to keep running, jumping, throwing footballs down the hallway, yelling, climbing onto the roof of the dorm and other pranks

Sunday afternoon came, and I met with Susan, Anthonys mom. She and I hit it off and I think she genuinely liked me. When I asked her about Anthony being Gay, she looked down, and said that she still has problem accepting it, but shes pretty sure its true. He had a friend in their old town who used to spend a lot of time over, which she and her husband didnt think was all that strange, until one weekend, about months ago, when they were sleeping out back in a tent.

Like so many families Lisa Greens parents separated when she was a young teen. Eventually her mother felt the pressure of being a single mother and chose to send her from Baltimore to live with her sister in Florida when she was seventeen. The flight south was an easy trip. This was her first flight and she was excited to see her aunt Carol and Cousin Jen. The plane arrived in Florida about : pm. Both of them were there waiting for her and took her straight to their home.

I climbed out of bed and took off my stockings that I had slept in and ran the shower. "Use the Immac!" I heard her call. I found the bottle on the side, and read the instructions. I followed them and rubbed the foul smelling lotion over my arms legs and torso. As I waited for it to take effect I used my razor and trimmed my pubic hair into a small fine thatch as Katie did, and shaved my scrotum totally clean.

The following is the result of a game. Papa bare and I have e-mailed each other for a while and started this game. We would send three odd word that we needed to work into the plot of this story and we would each write a chapter. We have no idea where this story will end or how long it will go but here is the beginning. This first chapter is from Grassofhome, the same author of he childhood stories on this same site. Every bit of this is fiction and all parts are played by actors years