Tris

The mind boggles - at least, mine does. This could go in so many different directions - I guess I'm here for an amazing ride. I just don't know which emoticon to use for this chapter: shock? humor? crossed fingers? Color me, um, Anticipatory. But I'll opt for a heart - I love my mind to be boggled.

I had just assumed Harper was a cross-dresser. Can't wait to see how all this develops. Man!

Utterly fascinating! Trying to imagine myself in either man's shoes. Oddly, I can relate to both - though waking up straight would be an entirely new experience for me. Looking forward to more!

Not so much sadness, but angst. Here's to hoping that the boys will meet again. Interesting that dad was able to locate Carey...

This is your best yet, Chris. I don't know if that's because of the subject matter (I'm rather musically inclined, to put it mildly) or because you've definitely hit your stride as an amazing writer. Kudos! Can't wait to read anything you'll publish.

Glad to make Toby's re-acquaintance from yesteryear. Looking forward to a lot more!

Meow! And since felines are said to have more than one name (with apologies to t. s. eliot or whoever it was), maybe Sylvester was really Kitty Marmalade (thank you, Ivor), who was said to have inspired the lyric "voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir" 🙂

True to life ... and I can relate, even though my personal story is a bit different. That, my friend, is a sign of a good writer. Thanks for giving me something worthwhile to read when I woke up this morning.

This brought tears to my eyes: "Never forget me. I'll see you again, one day." I swear, I saw him smile.

As Boris Badenough used to say, "Permit me to introduce myself." I am NOT writer, and have no pretensions that I might be. I have no sense of plots, twists, drama, or anything along such lines. I am content to let Real Authors (LIKE YOU) do all that heavy lifting for me. But I had to laugh to myself because, once upon a time, I possessed (how? I'm not sure) an old "noiseless" (was it a Remington?) portable manual typewriter. Oddly, I made up an inane little story about how it had been used by a British war correspondent at the Battle of Ypres in WWI. That's as far as I got. The typewriter, though, got me through my grad school days on the Continent. When I decided to return to the American side of the Atlantic (a mistake? perhaps...) I didn't bring it back with me (another mistake? I also left behind my first car, a 1965 VW). I miss them. I also miss (and still do) a number of guys - but that's another story. Maybe somewhere in there are the seeds of a plot. But in my hands and in my head, well, any potential plot will remain (alas!) still-born. THANK YOU, Chris, for NOT being like me 🙂

Joyeux Noel !

The chills and shivers down my spine began almost from the get-go. May each one of us be, somehow, answers to each other's prayers.

Can't wait to sink my teeth into this Dive. You guys are doing an amazing job helping us navigate the gayauthors goldmine. Thanks!

So glad I "found" you this morning, Justin4Fun. This is just what I needed, though I'll have a bit of catching up to do, not only with this story, but with other tales you've shared. Thank you!

I had to laugh at the thought of "not staring skills" because I was so near-sighted I couldn't really see much of anything in the boys' locker room once i headed for the showers without glasses. That saved me from popping boners at inopportune times since I couldn't see a thing.

It's the mark of excellent writer when the reader, despite differences of culture and time, can see bits of himself in the characters depicted. I don't know what happened to Jubal, but I see traces of my own insecurities in him: I sure can relate! Part of me wishes I was more like Lucas, but I don't resent him for his affability. Of course, it helps that both men are h*t as h*ll, but that's just me LOL. My thanks not only to our Author, but also to those Readers with whom I am privileged to share this journey. Oh, and I'm looking forward to some great fishin' in chapters to come.

Having lived three+ years in the U.K., I can appreciate a "system" where not everything is ideological 🙂

I wandered away from this story temporarily, and I'm glad I drifted back. Shows the importance of clicking Following so I could find my way to the, um, Fishing Hole (??!?). I'm only a chapter behind, I think. Too bad I have to go to work today 😉

There was so much about the evolving relationship between Greg and Chris that I just didn't understand at first. I'm glad I stuck with reading the entire story, figuring that eventually it would all end up making sense. And, it did. I am grateful. Lucky me!

I am getting quite an unexpected education. I've suspected for sometime that I'm in a very mild version, long term version (approaching 10 years) of such a relationship, though my D has never used such language with me. There's no sense of coercion, really. At one point he raised the issue of handcuffs, and then discarded the idea, saying that he didn't need them because I let him do whatever he wanted to me. He is very tender, gentle, kind ... but I somehow get the sense that, in the end, he's the one calling the shots. And that's fine with me.

Bingo.

Interesting thought! Hadn't occurred to me. Wish I'd thought of that myself...

With a nod to the final paragraph: although I'm nothing to look at (objectively speaking), I remember viewing myself in a men's changing room, clad in only my whitey-tighties, and as my gaze drifted downwards, I thought to myself "Yeah, I'd have sex with you" ... I guess I can be rather full of myself, so I'm glad to see that Christopher has a healthy view of himself 🙂

The closing line in this chapter is reminiscent of Humphrey Bogart and Claude Rains 🙂

I'm thoroughly enthralled. I was dubious at first, even having had to re-read the Prologue, which had left me mystified the first time through. I'm glad I did. Too bad Christopher has lost all trace of a Scottish lilt. Instead, I'll give him a Voice based on the bro-ish singer for the current Burger King adverts.