Dodger

After a longer than usual shower I was all packed and ready to leave by seven-thirty. Don was going to drive me to Fran’s house to save me from walking with my overnight bag. He didn’t need to do this, I would have preferred to get the bus, but he insisted and I got the feeling he had an ulterior motive. I cringed at the prospect of him trying to explain the facts of life to me on the way over, but I wouldn’t have been surprised. “Are you sure that you’ve packed enough clothes for three day

It can be the best and worst time of year depending on your circumstances. I have experienced both. As a kid I loved it, we had a big family, a big Christmas dinner, lots of treats, lots of presents and then we got to stay up and watch the adults get drunk and make a fool of themselves. I've also experienced another side of Christmas, when I've been completely on my own for the whole holiday period. I wasn't on the street or in any discomfort. I had my own house which was warm and comfortable. I had plenty of food and enough money to treat myself to a present. I don't easily get down, but it's difficult to be cheery when you're on your own at this time of year. I had three or four really bad years when I would dread Christmas approaching and couldn't wait for it to be over and get back to work. I was young enough and fortunate enough to turn things around and I'm now looking forward to another hectic Christmas amongst good friends, along with some much needed time off work. There are a lot of people on their own and Christmas in without doubt the worst time of year to be without anyone, so spare a thought for those that are in this situation, or better still, invite them over.

Fran had everything planned meticulously as usual and had told me to get to her house for eight. Her parents would have already left for their cottage taking her younger siblings Claudia and Roberto with them. Philippe was going to be busy; he worked in the family business at their warehouse in the neighbouring town of Port Hope. They would be receiving a big shipment from Italy. Four thousand bottles of wine, apparently, but I had my doubts about that. The warehouse was an important part of th

I waited for as long as I could, filling my head with thoughts of Miss Pringle, the school secretary. This normally worked for me; she could turn a throbbing boner into a lifeless shrimp within seconds. It wasn’t that she was hideously ugly or particularly foul smelling or anything, but it was impossible to think of her and be sexually aroused at the same time and I doubted if she had ever even been in the same room as an erect penis. There was something about her that suppressed any sexual desi

I didn’t recall having that many conversations with him and I had never looked at him as a potential friend. We were worlds apart. He was brash, cocky, and a bit of a charmer with the gift of the gab and a reputation for bedding girls that was second to none. Alex was one of the cool kids that nobody messed with, he was popular and a jock with the physique and boyish good looks to prove it. However, without any photographs of him, it was difficult for me to get an accurate mental image of the ki

Brilliantly poised Parker. I can't wait to see how this pans out. Great chapter.

That Friday, on the bus home, I got a seat on my own. In my front jean pocket was the neatly folded note that I had found that morning poked through the gap in my locker. It was just a plain piece of paper with a cell phone number written on it. I was the only person who could possibly know the significance of that number and although I had my suspicions, I didn't know for certain who would be on the other end. The number of course, was different from the one that was saved in my phone unde

Well done Headstall. I don't really know who you are, but I've seen you all over this site and judging by the number of congrats you got, the messages of support and all the happy birthday crap, you're obviously a very popular guy. Now I'm jealous, so I decided to take a look at some of your work starting with 'Cards on the table', which I always see hogging the recent stories list and grabbing all the likes. Big mistake! Now I'm hooked on another story, which means little sleep for me for the next few nights at least and I'm horrified when I see that there are 50 chapters to catch up! But seriously, from what I've read so far, I know that I'm going to enjoy it and I think that you're a very talented guy who deserves all the plaudits, but please leave me a slice of birthday cake because it was my birthday too.

No Drew it makes you a lucky person, but I'm just a cynic and well known Doctor Who basher.

I looked at the clock, it was two in the morning and I had slept for maybe half an hour. I had been woken up by some unusual sounds coming from Daniel's side of the room. Rapid, short breaths and a lot of fidgeting made me think at first that he was having some kind of nightmare and I was about to go over and wake him. I managed to work out what was going on before leaving my bed and embarrassing the both of us. I pulled the duvet over my head to muffle the sound and tried to sleep. ‘So Dan

“What’s the difference between a G-spot and a golf ball?” I said. There was an uncomfortable silence. “A guy will actually take the time to look for a golf ball.” Okay, so that joke may not have been best suited for the dinner table, but I thought that it was still good enough to warrant a few chuckles here and there. ‘Now I know what they mean by getting a look like daggers’. I was on the receiving end of those looks from Don, Sue and Nicola. Amy wanted to know what a G-spot was

Thanks Parker. Well he does get out of it somehow but he learns his lessons the hard way.

Thanks Skinnydragon, a great review as always. Really pleased that you enjoyed it.

Thank you paul.b I'm really glad that you enjoyed it, there's a lot more to come.

Thank you so much Redwood. Nathan will definitely be coming back as things start to get a little hectic in Robbie's new life.

Monday saw a bright and sunny start to the last week of school before the spring break. It was the second week of March and the big thaw was well under way across southern Ontario. Most of the snow that had covered everything since the day that I arrived had very quickly disappeared, revealing grass, patio slabs, gravel and an asphalt driveway. I was seeing all these things for the first time and the house was beginning to look like the one in those summer photographs that I had seen. I was even

On Saturday, I set off to visit Fran. I was invited to dinner, which I was told, would be traditional Italian and had agreed to model for her. She told me she lived at the top of the house, which made it sound like she had her own apartment and it wasn't far off. She did have three rooms that were originally the attic, but since converted into living space. Her bedroom had a very old-fashioned feel to it with plenty of big chunky wooden furniture, white lace curtains, and a polished hardwood

The school bus that Monday morning was noticeably louder than usual. All the kids were talking excitedly to each other and there was only one topic of conversation. I had already listened to Daniel rattling on about it since we got up and as pleased as I was that he finally had something to cheer about, it wasn’t something that I personally felt the need to discuss with anyone. As far as I was concerned, it was just another Monday morning as I reached for my earphones in an attempt to block out

It was on the third Saturday of February that I found myself getting ready for what was to be my first ever date. I was as nervous as hell and while this must have been obvious, nobody knew the real reason for it. I had convinced myself that if I were ever going to be happy in my new life, then I would need to be straight like everybody else that I knew and this was the first step. It made perfect sense and I was certain that I was doing the right thing. With a little effort on my part, I would

I wasn’t sure why I had asked Fran out. Of course, I liked her, she was good company and we had a lot in common, but before that day, I had only ever seen her as a friend. She told me later that she had decided to date me as soon as the teacher introduced me to the class in homeroom. It was her intention from the very beginning and it had taken her four weeks to get what she wanted. I was naïve not to see it happening, believing that I had found myself a new friend. Now I wasn’t so sure tha

On Friday, I opened my locker to find another note tucked inside. It was the fourth one that week. It was printed on pink paper and had lipstick smudges in the corners, but as with the previous ones, there were no clues as to who was responsible. ‘What am I supposed to do, guess whose sending these'? When I began reading it, I understood why it wasn’t signed. This girl wasn’t interested in love or romance, she wanted sex and she wasn’t afraid to let me know. It was quite explicit; descri

You’ll get a lot of advice from people telling you not rush into things, wait for the right guy to come along, it’ll happen when you least expect it and so on. However, you have to realise that Mr Right isn’t going to come knocking at your door and there’s a big possibility that you may have to go looking for him. If you're not getting any opportunities then the chances are you're looking in the wrong places or not looking at all. If you are getting opportunities then you may be setting the bar too high. Your first time is special, but you don’t need to find the perfect guy to do it with. You don’t have to settle down for the rest of your life with him and you don’t need to be in love with him, you just need to be attracted to him and the rest will happen on its own. I’m not recommending that you start hanging around public washrooms or anything like that, there are nicer ways meet guys than that. The most important thing obviously is to make sure that you stay safe and don’t take any risks. There are a lot of nice guys out there around your age. Get to know the guy a little bit first and make sure he’s genuine. If you don’t feel right about somebody then DON’T do it. If you do feel right about somebody then the chances are you won’t be able to keep your hands off him anyway. So relax and have a bit of fun. It can be a one-night stand or someone that you’ve known for years. Even if you never see the guy again it can still be a special experience for you both. Whatever happens you're going to have to put yourself out there for him to see you. In your own time of course, but my advice is not to sit back and wait for something to happen because you could be waiting a long time.

Here's another one. Looking forward to the pics.

I spent Sunday indoors and most of it in bed. Unlike the previous week, I had no desire to venture outside and play in the snow. Daniel wanted to take me shopping for a pair of ice skates and teach me how to skate but I wasn’t up for it. I wasn’t up for much that day and I felt bad for saying no to him all the time. I knew that he enjoyed having me around and we had a lot of fun the week before. Maybe he thought that now that he had a boy close to his own age to hang around with, that it would b

On Friday afternoon, I sat on the school bus watching it gradually empty on our way home. The cute blond kid had actually smiled at me as he got up to leave, I had been watching him all week and he knew it too. I was beginning to worry in case I was starting to freak him out, so a smile was reassuring. I didn’t want him to think that I was perving on him, even if that was exactly what I was doing. I knew that there was little chance of him being gay, in fact, I was beginning to wonder if there w