Geron Kees

Well...hi again. No, I wasn't surprised it was Adrian in the Boba Fett suit, either. It wasn't supposed to be a huge surprise - there really were not a lot of other candidates. It was just supposed to be a fun, low-key Halloween story. Glad you liked it as such.

Thank you, sir.

“Ah… oh, that’s Tilly.” What a splendid moment! That brought a true guffaw, and what a great way to hang a cliff! This is getting so fun. Kellar and Tobyn (I love the nickname "Toby"!) are like a pair of magnets in a paper cup, being swirled round and round by a playful child. The moment the cup stops, the two magnets are going to snap together so suddenly...thwap! So many likeable people all in one story. Are there any bad guys? Questions. questions! The malaise is not contagious? That means it is not a normal disease at all. Okay, okay - I'll be back. Geez, talk about hooking a guy!

Very cool, the more we learn about Kellar's gifts. Little hairy, too. Enough, even, to make Tobyn a little uneasy. He's got to be wondering at this point just what kind of man - or wolf - he's found here. I like the way that each of them keeps considering what he is feeling for the other, yet no one is saying much of anything - yet.Duty can only carry a man, or wolf, but so far. When something gives, it's going to be very fun. Getting to the compound is certain to trigger off some surprising new events. The explanation of the colors - the auras that Kellar sees - is interesting and well done. Great idea. Makes me realize I have to look for burnt umbra in the mirror the next time I shave.

Being young is so damn hard! I felt that Denny would see he was making a mistake, and I hope he and Greg will get past this. Well, I know they will. You don't write stuff that doesn't come out well - you like happy endings like I do, you romantic. So - a surprise. I hope Mikey is going to be as pleased with it as Jay seems to be. I'll be back for that - two chapters is all I can do tonight. Oh - and Linda and Benny - what next???

Ah, CG. You have the definite honor of having written the only story I have ever read where one of the characters yells, "Jeepers!" at the moment of climax! Mikey's explanation of that was interesting - and I can see it. Maybe. Denny and Greg - that's a little more complicated. I can't see their relationship being over before it starts - not just for a few words spoken in jest. Denny is scarred by what happened to him at the other school - but he will never be happy unless he moves beyond that. Greg is just the one to help him do that, and he wants more than anything to help. I have a feeling things will work out. Hope so, anyway.

Thank you for saying so. I've been accused before of being too easy on my characters - of having them have it too carefree, without enough strife in their lives. I guess for many people, strife is a way of life. It has never been so for me. By fluke of nature or God or whatever you wish to call it, I have lived a very nice life. Not one that has been totally painless, but one that has been very friendly, overall. And many of my friends also have been happy in life. I feel that I want to share that, because, yes, there are altogether too many people writing about the difficulties of being a gay guy growing up in a hostile world. The world isn't always a pretty place, but it is not all dark, either. There are people who are gay, and who are happy, and who have good lives. And fun lives. And - you've tagged it nicely - who are optimistic. Optimism, I think, is why we are all on this site to begin with.

Well, I was going for happy, so it pleases me a great deal that you said so. I really do think Halloween is a time for fun things. We don't give ourselves enough special days like it, where we can step out a little and maybe express our hidden sides, and dare to be a little more than we usually show to the world. If it were up to me, we'd have one such day every month of the year. I think it might make for a happier world - certainly one where thrift shops stayed busier! Thank you for the nice review!

Thank you! I do appreciate when someone makes the effort to comment. I can look at the numbers and see how many people read a given story, and then see how many people comment. The disparity is considerable. So all of you who take a small moment of your lives to say something nice to any of us who write here, it is very much appreciated. It means we got to share something with you, and you took the time to share something in return. That's what being human is all about.

Thanks so much for the kind review. I have been taken to task before on my rosy view of growing up gay. I had it easy myself, no traumas, and I tend to write about that kind of coming of age. There are plenty of trauma stories out there already. I just want to show that here is another side, sometimes...

Dank u, mijn oude vriend, voor een bezoek aan mijn verhaal te lezen. Ik was zo blij om je hier te zien. Ik moet je berispen voor het posten in Nederlands, hoor! Next time, in English, my friend! Beste wensen, Geron

"I found you a job," Mrs. Henson said brightly, smiling as her son came into the kitchen from the rear screen porch. But the smile immediately went to a frown as she looked him over, her eyes going wide with consternation. "Oh - look at you. I just cleaned in here, and you're a mess." Steve Henson had just come back from an afternoon on the baseball field. He was hot and he was tired, and a little bit annoyed. Summer had simply come in with a vengeance this year - the heat and humidity piling

Steve Henson was looking for a summer job. Small town life didn't provide much in the way of employment for idle teenagers, so when his mom located him a possible spot at a new business opening in town, Steve jumped at the chance to check it out. And found the answer to all of his dreams in the process...

Ivor, you read this again? Now, that's pretty flattering! Really, you guys need to have Halloween. The world is so scary these days, you should have at least one day where scary is also fun. You've been peeking. Charlie and Kippy and the others will be back at Christmas. Thanks!

Thank you, sir, for the very kind review. Talent is nice, but I like to think I am a storyteller. It's more fun, and it's less inflating to the ego. I am glad you liked this one. I figure anyone who can sit through a tale of the length of the stuff I write, all in one sitting, is pretty good himself. From one storyteller to another, I assure you this is so.

Great piece, Ivor! I loved the way you worked in that last line in about Lee at Appomattox. A funny, warm, and pleasing effort from a line of unlikely prompts. Makes me want to visit old Civil War sites myself...not to mention Baltimore!

Thanks, CG. I felt like something fun for Halloween, which has always been a fun day for my family. I actually grew up in a world where having a boyfriend was accepted by my family and friends, and I had a lot of fun with it. A counterpoint to all the guys who had it hard growing up gay. It doesn't always have to be bad. That's the message I want to get out there, because growing up gay is not always a traumatic experience. There are those like me for whom it was actually pretty wonderful. Still is, too.

"Charlie Boone, are you paying attention to me?" Charlie looked up as Mrs. Monahan came closer, her hands on her hips and her eyes bleeding fire. He froze a moment, his cell plainly in his hand, and the message from his boyfriend, Kippy Lawson, plainly visible on the small screen: "Kiss U at the lunch bell!" Charlie gulped, managed to close out the text before the teacher saw it, and laid his phone on the desktop. "Um, I'm sorry. Something you said earlier intrigued me, and I was just checking

Charlie and his boyfriend Kippy are caught up in getting ready for Halloween. The day is almost there and they haven't quite figured out how to handle it. What they want more than anything is to have fun - and it looks like events just might conspire to make that happen!

There are signs already that these two don't want to be separated - isn't that one of the ties that bind Earth Mates? Tobyn's big concern is the welfare of pack - but he isn't single-minded about it when it comes to Kellar. He has time in his thoughts to consider what he is feeling - both in mind and body - for his new friend. That he is both puzzled and pleased is evident. Kellar seems just as mesmerized (in his far less obvious fashion) with Tobyn. Kellar has a longtime loneliness at his back, and he seems rightfully excited that this may be coming to an end. Also fascinating is his need to heal - need, rather than willingness. These kind of functions in nature are less offered from the goodness of one's heart than by the fulfillment of some subtle need - what is that need in Kellar? This is great stuff, man. I'll admit to a passing knowledge of the area of fantasy you're writing in, but this is a new take on the idea. I have, so far, been greatly enjoying the genteelness of it - these tales usually have a horror underpinning that makes them far less suitable as love stories. Can't wait to see where you go with it!

Enjoyable, seeing Kellar and Tobyn offering the first hints that they are feeling for each other. I like the concept of an Earth Mate - I've always believed in it for humans, too. I was caught up imagining what it would be like to run and jump in four-legged fashion with a special someone, and to lay together on a rock in the sun and simply be close. All very human actions, and also attributed to so many animals - especially wolves. I guess Kellar will go now to find the source of the mystery malaise - and he is certain to find complications there at the compound. How hard will it be for him to mesh with his own kind? He doesn't really know them at all. And, they don't know him, either. So - on to the next chapter...

Ah. That was a sweet chapter. I was sure Denny and Greg would get together. I liked the way you led up to it, just enough that I could see it coming. Those steps are so fun to watch. The Beckel household is amazing. Parents like that are the dream of every kid, not just every gay kid. It's a great pleasure to see a family in a gay story that are more doves than hawks, and where caring is the first element of every interaction among the members. Families are still like that, but don't get the air time in many gay stories that the dysfunctional ones do. Thanks for that. Really a well-written chapter, my friend. Back for more soon.

Hi Ivor. Yes, I'm back again. I did like this tale, and you are starting on a nice relationship here. I also did some research online, and found that Texas still practices corporal punishment - still paddles its students as a form of discipline. It's apparently still legal in nineteen states, and Texas is the leader in still utilizing this as a form of getting a student's attention. It's certainly not as common a practice as it was in the past, but it is still there, apparently. Surprised me, but then again, maybe not. I'm looking forward to seeing more of these two. I mean, guys still fall in love in Texas, I do know that.

Interesting how Tobyn is finding himself attracted to Kellar, and that he is amazed about it. And, obvious that the attraction is mutual. Critical match? You are at this point posing more new questions than you are answering, and I can get along with that. The way is open for some movement now, and the allure of questions answered is going to be too powerful for Kellar to resist. And then there is Tobyn, of course... Back a.s.a.p.

Hmm. This is only the second of your stories I've read, and already I am noticing a liking for big, powerful, kind men with pleasing smiles and sparkling, humor-filled eyes. Oh - big wolves, in this case. I'm trying now to figure out the two-color thing - this should be interesting. As should the back story, of how Kellar came to be in a human foster home minus any memory of his origins. For surely, even if he could not shift until he was older, he would still have been steeped in the culture of so different a people from birth. You intrigue, buddy. Carry on...