Geron Kees

You know, I'm always surprised at how many people think it isn't realistic for two people just meeting to feel sparks. They act like, "Oh, that never happens in real life!" I feel sorry for them, because that does happen in real life. And when it does, it makes for a good story all around. More later...

Another good start to what I am sure is another one of your fun tales. I like cats, and I already like Daniel and Sean. So, I'll just go and see what else happens.

I'm sorry that I made you cry, but I'm not sorry that I made you cry:). Jesse and Marty are interested in fun and each other; every now and then they need a dose of the real world and a look at how others have to deal with life. It allows them to grow, and grow in a positive direction. And make new friends and have some fun while they are at it. Everything they experience together makes them closer, and makes them realize what they have. Two more postings to go, and then you'll be caught up with where I am with that series. I need to complete my current project - a follow-up to Rules of the Road, and then one other story, and then the sixth Jesse/Marty tale will come along. I am very pleased that there is someone who thinks that's worth the effort. Thank you.

You have persistence, I'll say that. My biggest fear in placing these stories here was that they are very long and require some time to read. The fourth story is even longer than this one, as I remember. The fifth, shorter, but only because I realized that the length was becoming an issue with some readers. But in going back to re-read them, there really is not anyplace to break them up into chapters without destroying the continuity. So, they remain long. Thanks for taking the time to read them. I have decided to wait a few days between posting new installments, so the next one will not be on until nearer to the end of the week. I have the sixth story kind of already outlined in my head - just needs to be written. And that takes time.

The sixth day of summer vacation began just like the day before it: warm, humid, and fairly early. Jesse came to wakefulness slowly, the last traces of dreams clinging to his mind like a static-filled sweater. Dreams. They were the food that nourished his sleep. He could never recall having had a bad one, not ever - not in his whole life. Dreams were places - worlds inside his head where he and the things in life that mattered - his parents, his house, his friends, the fort - tended to jumb

Jesse and Marty have found each other, and now they are exploring - learning about each other, and enjoying the process. Summer vacation has just started, and time is something they have plenty of to share. But this particular day will bring something new - a meeting, and a new way of seeing, and the realization that others share their wonder and joy - their intimate pleasures - but also their innermost fears. This day will be one they remember forever.

Who...me? Oh - the story. Why, thank you for saying so. Ivor, you say the nicest things! Thanks.

Oh, man. Making love outdoors is something really special. There is so much humor and affection bouncing back and forth between these two guys that it makes this just a pleasure to read. Jay's parents are great! I f every gay guy on the planet had parents that loved and understood like those two, there wouldn't be anything but smiles all around. I really believe that parents like this should get some air time, because they really do exist, and gay fiction is already overflowing with the parents from hell that kick their kid in the head when they find out that he or she is gay. There ought to be a law, but there isn't; so we just need more stories like this one. My favorite line tonight: ‘76 is a good vintage.

Don't tell me - you majored in chemistry in college, right? I mean, it's all over this thing, like spilled beakers of something volatile, foaming and chewing away at the tabletop. I was just telling someone earlier today how much I loved romance when it seemed that the two people in the midst of new bonding just couldn't get out of the way of it, like a couple of deer in the headlights of the semi of destiny as it roared towards them on a midnight-darkened road. Translation for those less able to read between the lines: me like. Me like much, Me be back.

A very touching tale, well-written. Crossing the lines that separate belief systems is no small matter - but the heart is stronger than the mind, sometimes. Thanks for sharing a little bit magic here.

I have actually wondered how far back in time the urge to be with one's own gender originated among humans. Perhaps at the very beginning, maybe even before homo sapiens existed as a distinct species. It could not have been a favorable survival trait at a time when even language was in its infancy. Certainly, the human trait to destroy those that do not conform was not checked by the laws we created to live by much later. You pose an interesting question and paint an interesting picture here. I don't think I have ever run across a gay story quite like this one. Thanks for the poke in the imagination.

Being young and being in your first relationship is simply an eye-opening experience on all fronts. You have no experience with life to speak of, no experience with people to speak of, and no experience with the suddenly more complex attitudes and emotions you are feeling about that new someone who just came into your life. It is very much a take-a-step-and-look-to see-where-your-foot-landed time of life. It is also supremely rewarding, if it comes off. Loving someone who is not your mom or dad or sibling is brand new. It means seeing everything in a light that for the first time shines from afar, and from a source that is totally unknown. For the first time, all your barriers and defenses come down to let someone in who just shortly before was a total stranger. It really is an amazing experience. It already occurred to me that I should have these stories under a group heading. Would I need to unpublish the second story and re-enter is as a chapter under the first story entry? I could then change the chapter heading to the name of each story. Opinion? And thank you for the nice review.

Another good chapter. Ivor, you are of course expanding this relationship in your usual sweet fashion, and I always enjoy a romance when it is apparent that the two involved can scarcely wait to get there themselves. It's fun to see the amazement with which both of these guys are finding that they are each exactly what the other wants. Nothing quite like the joy in finding that right person. Next chapter, please.

Wow. That was a NICE review! Maybe you can ghostwrite my fiction from now on? Really - thank you. Chapter six is the point in the story where the cars fade and the people step forward. Initially it's all about cars, because the characters are all about cars. But once Brian and Jeff actually become focused on each other, the cars fade into the background. People really are about other people - sometimes we need a little bit of a club to the head to make us take our eyes off the junk we surround ourselves with that distracts us from that simple fact. Nothing in this life is more important than the people around us. Nothing. I wanted it to be a major shift in thinking for those two to realize that cars are just metal and rubber and image - that people are what count.

Nice chapter. Early morning love - ah. I have to say that you handled that well, and I was smiling at the feeling that went into it. The knock on the door was a nasty tease - are these poor guys going to ever get time enough to complete something? But, I can wait. The small remembrance of the older brother teaching the younger a few things was a fond look back at what brothers used to be. I don't know if that still happens these days, but that kind of closeness should always be enabled within families.

Well, you have reached chapter five and the rest of the story is about people. I'm happy you got this far, as some don't. The set up with the car culture was necessary because the cars are kind of extensions of each human character's persona. But once established, the cars move back and the people step forward to finish the tale. Hope you can now finish the story without worrying about your cubic inch displacement . Best, Geron

Hi Jeffrey, Thank you for taking the time to stop and let me know what you thought of the story. This one seems to have struck a chord with a few people. Writers hope that everything they produce will appeal to someone, and it is extra pleasurable when one story appeals to a number of people. There are other of my stories here. I hope some of them will appeal to you as well. Thanks again for the kind words.

Well, I don't normally write stuff where the characters are this young. But I was thirteen once, and these are some of the things I remember. The sex is not subtle, definitely. At thirteen, guys are basically sex organs with legs. If you are fortunate enough to fall into a decent relationship at that age, it can really carry you away. There are four more tales in this series. I posted the second one today. But each story got longer and more involved as the series progressed, so I will need to space out the rest or it will simply be too much reading. The fourth tale - the longest of the sequence, came in at over 37,000 words all by itself. But you are absolutely right: this series is not about sex. There is quite a bit of it as part of the character's exploration of their relationship; but it is a love story, and maybe if you read them all, it will become more clear. Oh - nothing special about Jesse's dad wanting the fort taken down. He just thought it was unused, and ugly, and not important. He was just being orderly, and a dad. Thanks for taking the time to say hello.

Thanks for stopping to comment. Yep. those were the summers, once. I'd be lying if I said I didn't remember them fondly. There are five stories in this series so far - this is the second. I'll get around to posting the next three shortly. They are kind of long, so I don't want to drop them here all at once. But thanks for letting me know you enjoyed it. I always thought that summer thing was more universal than some people say.

On the fifth day of summer vacation, Jesse awoke with the sun. It was early, and the house was quiet - the kind of quiet that only comes to a place when everyone is sleeping. Only the house's heart could be heard - the faint and far-off wick-wook-wick-wook of grandma's old clock, that his mom had insisted on placing on the mantel in the family room - right where it was the most annoying when they watched TV. Moms could be like that, though - sometimes placing sentimentality before practicality -

Jesse and Marty have become friends, and something more. The speed with which they have come together is a little baffling to them both. But it's summer, school is out, and their adventure together is just beginning.

Hi CG! I thought people were kind of hesitant to post a review here. I saw that the "read" numbers were going up, but no one had made any observations - out loud . When I said that the story was not subtle, I was referring to the fairly overt sexual nature of it, not that there were no subtleties embedded in the narrative. That you saw that this was never meant to be a pure-sex tale pleases me, because it was not meant to be one. The simple fact is, guys that age are basically walking sex-organs, and I remember only too well what it was like, and wanted to illustrate that here. There are five of these stories already written. They are chronological in order, and actually take place with each new story following in the next day after the preceding story. But I am not posting them as chapters in the same tale, but rather as a series of interconnected stories. Some of them are very long - on the order of a couple of hours of reading each. I intend to place the next one later today, and the rest as quickly as the new story queue will absorb them. Thank you for being the first to say something here. I kind of figured it would be you!

"I want you to do me a favor," Jesse's dad told him, on the fourth day of summer vacation. Jesse had been about to sit down in front of his computer when his dad knocked on his bedroom door. It was raining outside - one of those steady downpours that soaked the whole world and made outdoor activity impossible. And it had been raining for the past four days. It was a hell of a way to start summer vacation. Jesse was bored, and he was unhappy, and he was still upset at the events of the past few

Life is tough when you're 13, and summer vacation is coming on, and then your best friend moves away. Your very best friend - your boyfriend. For Jesse, it seemed like the end of the world. But Jesse is about to have someone new enter his life - someone quite unlike anyone he has ever met. Jesse is about to learn that sometimes what seems like unkind fate is actually - The Charm.

This has a very nice, realistic flow to it - very natural. I like both of these guys already, and I can't wait to see what you do with them once you have them together. Gotta go now, but you know I'll be back.