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I suppose it is ryhthm of the story. I would have rather it go on that to be stopped by the end of the chapter. "I love you, remember that", I have used that phrase many times. It always preceeded separation. Good Work. Thanks.
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I have read most of your storys. I dont' have a favorite. i have favorite characters Brad, George and now Gathan. Thanks! Hurry! But keep the quality. ps: I am glad you use different names in the different sagas, otherwise, I'd be lost..
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Wow! Interesting dynamics. I tried to search for "worth a shot" when I finished the first book, no joy. Looked thru your stories and found it. Glad I did.
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I loved the story. There was nothing shallow about it. At times I felt myself drowing in a need to intervene; to make sure the story ended with a happily ever after. Seldom do good stories end that way. This was a good story!
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Wylie woke up long before John would have liked. He stretched and yawned before opening his eyes. Seeing John watching him, he smiled warmly, then as he came fully awake he frowned. John stood, hoping to get out of the room before Wylie started talking, but Wylie sprang to his feet, his eyes dark with anger as he scowled. “Just what the fuck's gotten into you?” He growled. “You’ve quit talking to me. You’ve been avoiding me. You wanna tell me what the fuck’s going on? I tried to figure it ou
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John opened his eyes, momentarily confused. He didn't have the pounding headache which, of late, came with awakening. He felt 'lighter, too. Wary of inviting the headache, he slowly raised his head from his crossed forearms, and released his death-grip on the steering wheel. His throat was sore, his body ached and tears had left a brackish taste on his tongue. His hands weren’t trembling, but they were sore – bruised with a couple of scraped knuckles. At least they weren’t trembling. Somehow he
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Some would say John Grant has led a privileged life in small-town Texas. Certainly, he never wanted for material things. His father loved him and he was surrounded by men he respected. Men who shrugged off misfortune and any physical injury that was not severely debilitating. They just "Cowboyed Up" and would keep on "keepin' on". John lived his life embracing this stoicism. Now it seemed that he was barely able to cope with the pain and guilt he already felt. He was convinced that he would abso
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This story is fiction. The characters are adults in adult situations. This story contains graphic depictions of sex between two adult males. If this offends you, ask yourself why then are you here? Then, go somewhere else. There may be some psychological triggers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The morning breeze was warm, gentle and undemanding. In the shade of the overhang, it felt good. Soon
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Gordy Belser is coming home, to small-town Texas. This causes John Grant to reflect on his life. Could he have kept Gordy from leaving in the first place? If he had, would they still be lovers? Seems John is not happy with the choices he has made. Being gay was not even considered until he met Wylie; college roommate and eventually his best friend. How they deal with having gay sex is not the best way. But it worked for them. Didn't it?
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My parents hated rock music. I don't like rap. Music is a reflecttion of trends or current value within society. Poetry used to be the way to convey lyrical stories. We still celebrate Keats, Frost, etc. Yet, if they had come today perhaps they would be rappers. My point is that musis an ever changing art form. As an aside, it amuses me that some of the remarks posted here reflect those expressed by earlier generationsabout new music in their time. I should know. my own favorite poet and performer is Bob Segar. can ya'll say "turn the page".
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Ok, from the geriatic perspective. He is not the problem. He is the symtom. 'This guy makes you feel, less than. As to becoming an "Alpha Male" has as much to do with perception as substnce. Confidence is the key. Watch him. You will probably find he appears to be; condident, friendly, competent and compassionate. Probably never condesending, except to those who piss him off. The most important part of this is that he appears to hold these traits. These are characteristics everyone finds appealing. Even if they are affectations. So he is getting more action. You are not getting you fair share. Life is not a contest. No tombstone ever said "nay,nay, nay, I got laid more than you". Since you are now trying guys, why not him? .
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I am sixty years old. Closeted most of my life. Not out 'n proud; just out. I think generic terms like "gay" are simply inadequate to describe the attractions and actions of anyone. Lenny Bruce once said "men wil ***k dirt" I disagree. Having been raised on a farm, I know dirt. It is dry and rough. Had he said "mud" I might have agreed. I had a collection of ads from craigslist which were indicative of your friends logic. One said basically "you must be straight. If you show any indicattion of being gay you will be asked to leave. If you are straight you can come in and we will masturbate and engage in fellatio. Sound familiar?
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I have had loving relationships with men who were, 25 years older, 15 years older and 16 years younger. I just realized the age is decending. In truth, I have always been attracted to older men. The age difference for me was less an issue with men who were older. With the younger, I am very much aware. Music, art, theatre, woodworking, cooking and politics seem to be compatible. Fashion is a difference. As to other's concerns about the age difference, so what?
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I really enjoyed yourstory. It warms my heart to imagine love is alive and well in my age group. I intend to look for more of your stories. Thanks
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I am sure you have regretted the ending; as it stands. (presumptious, I know) The story you worked so hard on and I so thoroughly enjoyed, deserved a better resolution. I hope you have the opportunity and desire to continue the tale. there is so much potential in these characters and in the story. I will put it in my farorites and hope. Good work; Thanks.
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Wow! I started searching in "favorite stories". This one seemed to have suitable 'confict resolution'. I had passed up every "in progress". This was the first that piqued my curiosity. I read; all 18. What a diappoinment! I felt like I was getting to know these two guys. I do feel that the diappearence was a strain on credibility. I expected to find any number of reasons for Ross' actions. A sick father was not one I found easy to accept. The story was good enough to overlook that. I was looking forward to meeting Ross' family. Then I am teased with his mother's appearance. Only to find............. On what "other site" was this posted? I want more! It wil absolutely be on my watch list. Good work.
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Ok, I am still confused about the review/submitting processes. As to your story: Identifying with the narrator was easy for me. I was pleased with the growth he was able to experience and understand (not always concurrently). Well written. I found myself glossing over some (not all!) the sex scenes, too eager to follow the storyline. GREAT story. A real pleasure read.
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only comment now is... you got me hating chapters. I want the flow, unimpeded.
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My first review, so forgive what you will. I am a sucker for romance. This has got it in spades. Characters are well fleshed, interesting. Guys, one might know, or certainly would like to know. The ride and subsequent action flowed, with a steadily increasing pace that carried me along. the kind of story I could curl up with and wind up splashing the screen.
