JimSqu Sunbelter

Jason Ridley was an extremely private person. He felt he was gay, but in his fear of discovery, he was still a virgin at the age of thirty-three. There was one time on a business trip to San Francisco, he got up his courage, and went to a gay bar in the Castro district. A handsome young man, who did not hesitate to tell Jason that he wanted to have sex with him, approached him, put his hand on Jason’s crotch and fondled his growing erection. Jason almost gave in, but at the last minute, chickene

Two friends finally come together after the marriage of one breaks up

It's been several years since I wrote this piece, I thought that since it is now released into the public, I should let you know just what has happened in George’s and my life since the story ended. George and Tim are very happy in their relationship, and they both live together in Vancouver. George moved in with Tim after being down there for about six months. About a year after that, they had a great wedding in Hawaii. I was even George’s best man at the wedding. It was a beautiful affair.

It had been hard work loading the truck, we all were quite sweaty and more than a little fragrant so it was well-received when I suggested we have some quick showers and clean up before going out to dinner. George took Tim on a quick tour showing him where the guest bath was and I retired to my room for a quick shower. That shower turned out to be anything but quick. I had the water running and had just stepped into the shower when George appeared naked with Tim right behind him. I was shock

It started as a typical Saturday in which I was going to help George move. His new friend Tim is a very stable and good influence on George, and when I have seen them together, it's like watching puppy love bloom. It's obvious when you are around them together that there is something much deeper starting between them. George and Tim had met in a coffee shop about a month ago and had hit it off even though there was almost 20 years difference in their ages. George is a middle-aged guy in OK s

I guess Dr. Simon was thrilled with how George had taken control of things and was very supportive of his decisions. He recommended another therapist in Vancouver that George could see to continue his treatment but said he thought George was really on his way to taking back control of his life. I had been working on a plan of my own to help George realize that he was not alone with his gay lifestyle. I was going to introduce him to Second Life, a simulated online world where people could be

The next morning was so much better. We both felt good being together for the first time in a long time. George had a group counseling appointment that morning, and when I went back to pick him up, he seemed like the old George again. I guess that morning, he had opened up to the group, and they were super supportive. George being a very private person, I know that it was challenging for George to share his feelings with anyone, much less a group of people. We had a perfect time together that w

I had known George for seven years when things fell apart for him. We had met at our favorite place the Friday before, and things were normal. He was still seeing Larry off and on but hadn't had any new partners lately. I was at work the following Monday when I got a call from a mutual friend we both knew that George worked with wanting to see if I knew what was up with George. I had no idea. I had seen George the Friday before. What I got from him was that the guy that George carpooled with

It was about three weeks later that I again met George in our favorite place downtown. He looked happy and wanted to talk. I had no idea what was on his mind. George said, “I went back up to The Mix the day after we were there and had run into Larry (that rude guy from the previous night) and had a couple of drinks with him.” I just sat there nursing my drink, letting him ramble on about that night wondering where this all was heading. In the end, they had exchanged phone numbers and wer

That next Saturday, I had plans for George. We met at our usual place and had a couple of beers while just making small talk. I asked him, “How do you feel about last weekend?” His response was, "I've never felt anything like that before! When you put your finger inside of me, I couldn't contain myself." I knew then that George was most likely going to be a bottom. His ass seemed to be extremely sensitive. The plans I had made were to take him up to The Mix, a gay bar in Tacoma f

Saturday was a busy day for me, cleaning the place and getting the grill working again. I'm not a messy person, but when living alone, things do tend to slide sometimes. It was about 5 pm when George showed up, and I was ready. I grilled some steaks and had a salad ready. We ate and polished off almost a whole bottle of wine with dinner. As we were finishing dinner, George got this nervous look on his face. I again told him we didn't have to do anything that made him uncomfortable or feel st

Thank you dachcr I mistakenly uploaded a draft copy that had not gone through Grammerly.

What can I say? George and I have had a love/friendship relationship since 2009. When I first met George it was in a downtown bar. He was all alone sitting at the end of the bar nursing a beer. He looked up at me, and I was immediately was taken by his soft brown eyes. Almost like a puppy dog. Full of sadness and quite unhappy. He was almost finished with his beer so I called the barkeep over, and I told him to give George another one on me. George was quite surprised but raised his glass in

The main events in this story are true; some literary license has been taken with the narrative. George is a 50ish gay guy and this is coming out story and deals with some of his traumatic life events.

Ron had always been an early riser, being in the construction industry you got an early start to work in the cool of the day. However, today was different. It had been a late night and he hadn't slept well. Was it the difference in the bed or all the thoughts about yesterday going through his subconscious? His eyes opened slowly and it took a second for him to figure out where he was. This wasn't his bedroom. Moreover, whose arm was over him? Why was his back so warm? Then it all came floodi