Geron Kees

Ed is a great friend, yes. Having a friend that accepts you as you are, with all your problems and hang ups, is rare these days. Rare, even, back then. There is only one chapter left - chapter ten. I have since realized that the story was too short, and needed expansion of the relationship that Brian and Jeff have been building. So I am working on a continuation of Rules of the Road even now. Thanks for sticking the course.

I think romance is still everywhere, but you now have to look for it. For some crazy reason people feel a little embarrassed about romance - about displaying it, or acknowledging it. So don't defend that you are a romantic - embrace it! Looks pretty good on you from where I sit.

Woo woo! Man, are you putting some period flavor in this! I smiled at the Star Trek allusion, and most everything else that has popped up as recognizable from my childhood. But the best part of this chapter is the relationship-building that is going on. The opening of hearts, and the revelation of secrets. The building of trust. You are doing a great job with that, which is, after all, the meat of the story. Back for more a.s.a.p. Thanks!

Great family you have assembled here, and the Danish phrases add to the history you've described. Depth in a story is always satisfying for me, and you have that here. I raised a son, and relived my entire youth doing it, and that has allowed me to remember well the teen years, because I went through them twice. You have captured them nicely here. Let me go and read one more chapter before bed...

This was difficult. I was prepared, from my first "uh oh" with your warning at the head of the chapter; but this scene made me angry. It's okay, though, as you've just shown that you can handle this kind of writing both ways. I will definitely be back for some closure - whichever way you go with it. Good storytelling. Nothing makes people stronger than adversity. And nothing makes them closer.

HECK of a place to end a chapter! I wanted to read one more and then be off to bed - have an office to be at tomorrow. But - I guess it needs to be yet another chapter - so me me get there Btw, your grandmother would indeed be proud of you now.

Nothing makes a story better than likable characters and great dialog, and you have both here. There's a bit of a tease going on with Alex, too; but I can take it and I'm sure it will add to things when they do get rolling more intensely. So far, a very sweet and friendly story, and I cannot wait to see where you take it next. So I will go read the next chapter before bed.

School ended, summer vacation began. In the weeks since Brian had found Jeff, they had become close. Brian found himself spending as much time with the other boy as possible, and finding it difficult to explain to his other friends. Especially Ed. Ed at first took his explanations at face value. Family things come up, shit just happens. But that didn't work for long, and Ed started to look at him like he knew something was up, that there was something important going on that Brian just was

I loved this story once, and I am loving it again. This is one of your finest creations, and I'm glad you decided to share it here. Julian and Lance are a memorable romantic duo, and their story draws the reader along by his or her emotions. If this were a bank I would gladly invest in it - the rewards are many and lasting. Can't wait for the next one. It's been a while - too long.

You're a romantic at heart, and that's a quality I share and think greatly adds to a person's love life. It's been said that each of us only has one true love in life. Sometimes it's just very plain that two people are meant to be together. At other times, it's not so clear. But people can certainly have more that one great love in their life, even if there really is only one true one, or destined one, or one special one. Pick your terminology. First loves are very special. We all know why, and we all remember them with a special smile and maybe a little sadness that things might have been different if only... But first loves are seldom the only loves we have in life, and it would be kind of sad for me to think that Brian had had his best shot at 14. There is so much ahead, so much yet to discover...

Love is quite a certain thing for me. I tend to recognize it when I feel it and see it, separate from infatuation or lust. It's easy enough to lust after beauty, but it's a bit of work to have a relationship. And you really do need to have a relationship in order to have love. The nice thing about love is that beauty is not a required factor. Love can happen between any two people regardless of looks. Love is based on the magic equation, a bit of esoteric human math that simply suddenly adds up in the minds of two people and changes the variables to certain things. Teens can be infatuated quickly with each other, but they also have the capacity to make the leap to caring for someone so much that love is the result. Love has no age requirements in either direction. Love has no rules other than that it be mutual to be effective. Love is the smallest thing and the largest thing in a relationship, at the same time, and both weigh the same, against all rules of physics and reason. Love is an extreme, but it is the extreme that balances the Earth on the edge of chaos and makes the difference between life and death for all of us. Love is the reason for life. To never have known love is not to have lived at all.

No spoilers from me! The only thing I can say is that young people can bound into a relationship with an energy that adults don't quite comprehend, and make snap decisions about what is happening to them based on little or no knowledge, and mess those relationships up very quickly. Or, they can fall into relationships that truly come from the heart, and where the pitfalls are outweighed by the emotional investment - which is extreme to ones so inexperienced with that form of emotional trading. I think the clues are there for which of those two scenarios are forming...

After dinner, Brian took a quick shower, and then dressed in a pair of blue athletic shorts and a green tee-shirt. He stuck his bare feet into his Nikes and headed for the car. His dad was in the living room, and saw him go by the doorway. "Eleven-thirty, Brian." Brian smiled to himself. "Okay, dad." Brian started the Bee, guided it out into the road, and was off. His nerves were a little a-jangle, because he didn't know what to expect when he got back to Jeff's. At the same time, a tigh

Hi Lisa. Thank you for the kind review. I have to admit that this story has gotten more kind notices in the places it has been posted than about anything else I have written. It does touch upon some things common to the thoughts of many people, I guess. I'm afraid that the story I am posting just now is not for everyone. Unless you like cars or teen car culture, be prepared to be patient through chapter five. Maybe after that...who knows? Thanks again for taking the time to write.

I had a kind of unique childhood. I came to the the US from Netherlands when I was nine. Netherlands had their gay revolution when I was a baby, even allowing gays into the military by 1970. So I grew up in a culture where gays were "out" by the time their sexuality became a factor in their lives at twelve or thirteen years of age. Gay guys there were unabashed about their sexuality, and the culture of that time - while not yet embracing homosexuality as "standard" - was tolerant and open about it. Gays were in no danger to be out, and I talked to older teens in my neighborhood and had a real understanding of what it was like for them to be interested in their own gender. A good thing, because I was already taking steps in that direction myself. When I came to the US - now, that was a culture shock. This country was frighteningly repressive of homosexuality in 1976 - you could get the crap beaten out of you for even making jokes about it to the wrong people. And yet, I managed, somehow, to find someone in my rural, wooded area with a like mind, and had my first real boyfriend by the time I was 13. I never looked back, although I did find that I liked girls too, later on in my teens. I have been extraordinarily lucky to have had wonderful people in my life, and never once had to deal with exposure, ridicule, or prejudice. My family always stood behind me, and my friends always stood by my side. So today I write stories where all of those people values are important. Yes, sometimes they seem farfetched; but there are those - a small minority, like me - who somehow managed to evade much of the horrors and fears of growing up bisexual or gay in my generation. This side of the coin, also, must be explored.

I was just about to ask you if you lived here - but I guess I can't talk! I have gotten so I cruise by this site every few hours just to see what's going on. It's a little addicting, and I even have company this evening! You have a good handle on what's coming - but you may still be surprised. No more races now for the rest of the story. Just people.

Jeff saved him the trouble of figuring it out. On Monday, as school was letting out, they were all standing near their cars in the parking lot when they heard the sound of a hot engine approaching. They looked up as the Camaro turned into the parking lot, stood and watched as it came around and pulled up behind the Bee. Brian could see Ed bristling, and the other members of the car crowd looked wary. Jeff shut down the Chevy and leaned out of the car's window. "Hey, Brian." Brian smiled, feel

Thanks for the long review. You really are reading the story! I don't remember having the term Gaydar back in the early eighties. I used to refer to seeing something gay in guys as spying their "it". Same principle, of course. Even though the story takes place only thirty years ago, it was a very different world then. The "work ethic" you refer to was much more a common thing at that time. Nearly every car guy saved for that first car, and saved to build it up and make it look nice; cars developed personalities and became characters in their owner's lives. The intimacy with which hot-rodders interfaced with their machines cannot be understood by people who simply go out and by a new car every few years. I was hoping I conveyed some of that intimacy in this story. Thanks again for the very thoughtful review.

You are showing your heart a little, I think! Romance is an asexual value in human relations - I mean, it is really very much the same no matter the genders of the two participants.You are off on a romantic tear here, and I am going to follow along and bask in its brightness. You've already got me smiling by bringing in the outdoors as part of the scenery of this growing relationship - I love the woods. I love loving in the woods. On with the show!

Ah. You are a pretty sure hand with writing romance, so you must know it firsthand. I like the way these two are working slowly into something special. I remember teen loves very, very well, and romance was always a big part of that world. Slow steps for some, and whirlwinds for others. All romantic - although I am partial to taking my time and getting to know the person I am interested in. Anyone can have sex. Love and affection - very different, more demanding, much more rewarding. I'll be back for more.

I am always surprised how much you get out of reading each chapter. I have had a few people write to me and say they were bailing because of all the car talk. That is a valid criticism, as it takes more patience than some people have to wade through the set up for a relationship and wait for things to happen. I have seldom found that life is as easy as some of the stories I read online, where relationships spring up at the drop of a hat. Often there is work between both parties before something nice happens. But I have to admit that I have a fondness for happy endings, and that isn't always realistic, either. Fortunately, I control the world in which I write, so I can somewhat bend the rules. Thanks for reading so deeply. You seem to be getting from the story all the things I put into it.

I have your number now: incurable romantic. And good at it, too. I just had to stop back by to read one more chapter before bed. More tomorrow. If I sleep with a smile on my face tonight, it was you that helped to put it there.

Friday night. Brian and Ed got a six-pack of Molson, smoked a little of Ed's stash, and hit the road. They went looking for Colin in all the usual haunts, but he was nowhere to be seen. They asked people they knew if they had seen the blue Roadrunner, and got a few different stories. They chased a few false leads, and by dark hadn't found him. They decided to cruise over towards Maple Hill, on the chance that he might be there. They were sitting at a stop light on Route 5, almost to Maple Hill

Okay, this is my next reading project. Let's see if you do as well with chapterplays as you do with single stories. I don't expect to be surprised - or maybe disappointed - that you are any less proficient. I do expect to be entertained. Woowoo!

I don't know how you write such nice and encouraging reviews each time. I guess that's a gift, too. But, I guess from what I've seen of your story writing, I shouldn't be so surprised. Thanks for following along and giving me a push here and there. I would write if no one ever responded, but it's always nice to share.