Disclaimer: Don't read if you shouldn't.
I wonder if there is a prize for shortest disclaimer. Any ways, enjoy the story. There is finaly some sex (thanks to Cody for writing it) so read and tell me how it is. It hasn't really been edited so ignore the spelling mistakes.
I woke next morning to Ryan shaking me. It was a lot more pleasant than my alarm clock, as you can imagine.
"Come on get up. You're alarm has gone already."
I groaned. I hate getting up. "Why don't you use the wash room first," I said sleepily. I wanted more sleep.
"Okay, but you still need to get up. Eat breakfast or something."
"I don't eat breakfast."
"Okay, well suit yourself. If I don't see you later, good bye. Thanks for last night. It was great."
"You're welcome. Talk to you later." Then he left for the wash room, knocked on my door to say he was done with it, and was gone. I got ready, then left for work. Maria was there. She looked up from what she was doing.
"What's that silly grin for?"
I didn't realise I was grinning. "Nothing," I said.
She glanced at Betty, then said, "I'll to talk to you later."
The morning, thankfuly, went by quickly. I really wanted to talk to Roger this morning. When lunch came around, we went to our cafe.
"Okay Roger, I have a problem..." I said and then told him all about how I met this guy and really liked him but he had a boy friend, but then the boy friend cheated on him and now I am basically counselling him.
"So my problem is that I don't know what I want. Professionally, I want to help them work things out, but personally I want them to break up. What should I do?"
"You are afraid that you'll give bad advice on purpose to keep them apart?"
"I guess. I mean I'll try to be as neutral as possible but if they don't get back together then I'll wonder if it was my fault and then ask him to do stuff and then it will seem like I was trying to break them up. And if they do get back together, then I'll be miserable. Does that make any sense?"
"Why don't you tell him that you have personal interest, and therefore can't help him with this particular problem he has."
"Yes... That would be best." I said, "But that would be basically telling him I like him."
"Your point?"
"Well... I don't know. It would just be hard. And it would be awkward living next to him if he ends up hating me."
"You're the first person he told his problem to and he came out to you, so he trusts you. One doesn't usually trust someone they hate or think they will end up hating. Also he agreed to spend the night at your place, so he doesn't mind spending time with you. I don't think he hates you."
"Yea, I guess. You know its easy to tell people what the best thing to do is, but its hard to actually do it."
"Yah, I know. It gets easier the more you do it though, like most things I think."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Time to get back now though," he said looking at his watch.
So we left and went back to work. Maria was on the phone, but ended her conversation when she saw me.
"You have half an hour until your next appointment. What happened?"
"What do you mean?"
"The grin this morning. I haven't seen you so happy since... a while."
"Do I always seem miserable or something?"
"No. Just not so happy. But that's not the point. What happened?"
"Well Ryan caught his boy friend cheating. He came over and we talked. Then we watched a movie, and he spent the night."
"Oooh already?"
"We didn't sleep in the same bed!"
"Sure. Did they break up?"
"I don't know. I haven't heard."
"Well, let me know."
"Of course. What about that guy you were seeing. What happened to him."
"We're going somewhere tonight."
"Tell me how it goes."
"Okay. Your appointment is here."
I finished work then went to the store. I bought some groceries (Some stuff I don't get delivered, like meat) and headed back home.
I wanted to have Ryan over for dinner, I knew that much. But what do I make? And how do I ask him? This is too hard. I think everybody should be assigned a soul mate. I decided to make a salmon dish my mom made that was good. I got everything ready then went over to his door. I paced a bit trying to find something to say that wasn't too revealing and didn't sound stupid. I knocked.
He opened the door, and looked a bit surprised when he saw who it was.
"Uh... I just was making dinner and realised I'd made too much... Would you like to join me?" It could've gone worse I thought.
"Oh. Sure, I'd love to. I was wondering what I was going to do. I'll be over in a few minutes. Is that good?"
"Yah, perfect." I wasn't sure if I was talking about him, or when he'd be over.
I went back to my apartment and set the table. Before I'd finished he came in.
"Smells good in here. What are you making?"
"Some salmon thing my mom makes. I hope you like it."
I went to go get it from the kitchen. I was glad to see I hadn't burnt it. I am not a terrible chef, but I don't consider myself really good either. This though, by some miracle, looked like it turned out perfectly. I brought it out to the table.
"Wow. This looks really good. Are you sure you originally made this just for you?"
"No, I lied. I wanted to invite you over, I just didn't want to sound stupid. I figured this could be kind of a 'get to know your neighbour thing.".
"Oh. What did you want to know?"
"I don't know. I just don't really know anything about you. What do you do?"
"Nothing right now. I go to school. I got a scholarship, and my parents pay for the apartment."
"What are you studying?"
"I'm hoping to be a doctor eventually, so I'm taking all those courses."
"That's neat. Do you know what type of doctor you'd like to be?"
"Nope. I think I'll figure it out as I learn more."
"That's what I did. It seems to have worked for me. Where did you move from?"
"I moved from an apartment a few blocks from here. The apartment beside me constantly reeked of weed. Of course, now there is the guy who likes loud opera." I laughed politely. "I was born here, but we moved to England when I was 10. I always loved it here, so I decided to go to school here. Andrew was the only person I knew here. I got a little lonely so we started going out."
"Where are you going to school?" I asked.
"UBC." (University of British Columbia)
"That's where my mom took law."
"Its pretty good."
We ate in silence for a bit. I broke it saying, "So how is it going with Andrew?"
"I haven't spoken with him yet. I guess I should do that soon."
"I didn't mean to sound like I was advising you to. Do it when you feel like. I was just curious."
"Yah. I think I'll do it tomorrow. I should get it over with."
"Whenever you feel like."
You are probably not interested in the whole conversation, so I will skip it. Basically we got to know each other. We got past being shy and too polite, until we felt comfortable with each other. We talked about T.V. shows, colours, music, all kinds of boring things. Then we talked about our parents. I learned that his were very traditional. His dad was the one who worked, while his mom stayed at home. His dad was a very good doctor. He admitted that that was part of the reason he was studying to be a doctor. It sounded like there was quite a bit of pressure on him.
His family liked to be in control, and his dad wanted him to be a doctor or lawyer or something 'useful'. That's part of the reason he moved back here. He looked a little sad.
"I'm glad you moved here," I said, trying to lighten the mood, "You don't take nearly as long in the shower as Roxanne did."
He laughed. I loved his laugh. "Well, I'm glad. I like you a lot more than my last neighbour also."
"Really?"
So he proceeded to tell me about the last place he lived, and the neighbours, while we had some ice cream. We talked about England while I was washing the dishes. He offered to help, but the kitchen is too small for more than one person to move comfortably. When everything was finished, and there was a lull in the conversation, I asked him what his plans were for the rest of the evening.
"I didn't really have anything planned. It's Friday too. What time is it?"
I looked at the stove clock. "Its almost seven."
"Yah, I don't know. What did you have planned?"
"I thought I was going to go for a run, then watch a movie. Do you want to join me?"
"Yah sure. That would be fun. Zoolander was great. I have a little homework, but I can do that while you're running."
"Okay, that sounds good. See you later then.
"Bye," he said, then got up and left. I got my shorts out and went for my run.
I've always been glad they left the old trees beside the roads. It would look so ugly if they didn't. I ran for a half-an-hour, then headed home. I took a quick shower before letting Ryan know I was done, and he came over.
"Good run was it?" he asked.
"Yes it was. What do you want to see this time?"
"I don't know... how about Remember the Titans?"
"Sure. Sounds good."
We watched the film, and he seemed to enjoy it. When it finished, it was almost ten.
"I guess I should get home."
"You want a ride?" I joked.
"No, I think I'll be Okay. The excersise is good for me," he kidded back. "Thanks anyway."
"No problem. Tell me how it goes with Andrew."
"Sure. See you later."
"Bye," I said, as I watched his perfect ass walk through the door. I thought about it and couldn't decide whether I wanted them to break up or not. Even if they did break up, he might not like me as anything more than a friend. It's probably not bets to get my hopes up.
So for the rest of the evening I was on the computer. Looking at porn, reading my e-mail, playing the odd game, and looking at more porn. I got to bed by midnight. I fell sleep by one.
I woke to the sunlight on my face. I love the weekends because you get to sleep in as late as you want. Unfortunately I had to go pee. I went to the wash room,Katie's after making sure Ryan wasn't in it. Then I went back to bed for another couple hours. It was ten by the time I actually got up. I made some coffee and poured some cereal. The weekends are the only time I feel like eating breakfast. It could have something to do with how late I get up.
After my breakfast, I showered and put on some clothes. I was going to my friend Katies today. She complained that we never spent any time together anymore. She is quite the character. She's a lot of fun to be around just because she's so... Katie. It's great.
I called her to let her know I was coming over. She told me that was fine, so I got in my car and left. When I got there she was still in the shower. She wakes up even later than I do. Of course she was probably partying late last night.
She came out with a towel on and asked, "So, you're still gay?"
It might have been offensive or at least uncomfortable if it was someone else. Katie is the type of person who gets away with things like that.
"Yup. Sorry." She was the first person I told, just after highschool.
"Its such a waste. So what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What did you have planned?"
"I'm not sure. Want to go garage saleing?" That's the type of thing we do. Stupid things that sound boring but turn out to be a lot of fun.
"Sure. You might want to put on some clothes though," I suggested.
"Thanks tips. It's lucky you're here," She said sarcastically.nurse
Katie has shoulder length brown hair, Streaked at the moment with red. It looks good. She is about as tall as I am. Quite thin. She looks good, and she knows it. No confidence issues with her.
We got in my car because she said hers was dirty. We started driving.
We started talking about work. She works as a nusre in Vancouver General Hospital. She was talking about this patient she had who was an ass.
"... And yesterday, he told me the soup tasted fucking horrible at lunch," she said
"What did you say?"
"I said , 'Well don't fucking eat it then'."
I wasn't sure whether to laugh or be appalled.
"You didn't!"
"Damn straight I did." She laughed. "You should have seen the look on his face. He stopped hitting on me after that."
She's actually a quite nice person, but she she doesn't let people walk on her. She's also very quick. She is not the type of person I would like to have mad at me.
"Won't you get in trouble for that? Isn't there rules for that sort of thing?"
"Probably, but my boss is afraid of me. Plus if the guy said something, I'd take away his morphine."
I don't think she'd actually do it, but I still I made a mental note (not for the first time) to not get her angry at me.
"Somehow, that seems wrong."
"Yah it would," she said, then more excitedly, "Oh did I tell you about my idea to make cats fly?"
"No, though I'm not sure I want to know."
"Well you know how cats always land on their feet right?"
"Yes," I said slowly.
"And how toast always lands butter side down?"
"I guess..." even more slowly, seeing where this might lead.
"Well, all you have to do is get a cat, tie toast butter side up to its back, throw it out the window and TA DA, you have a flying cat. It won't be able to decide how to land so it will fly." She said it like it was the most obvious thing ever. "It makes sense if you think about it," she stated. I didn't point out how stupid it was, because I'm sure I would have come off worse. My heart suddenly went out to her two cats. I realised I hadn't seen them when I was at her house.
"You haven't tried this idea out yet have you?"
"Nope. I haven't found a cat I hate enough yet."
That's lucky, I thought. I knew she wouldn't actually do it, but I was still a little worried.
"So what kind of pyjamas do you want this year?" she asked. She always gives everyone pyjamas. She loves them. She loves them so much, that she has learnt how to make them herself. She is terrible at all things household chores except sewing--especially pyjamas. I looked in her closet once, and it's like a collection. She has patterns of ducks, turtles, pillows, and mario on her pyjamas. Then she had pyjamas for holidays. Skeletons with ghosts, presents and snowmen, easter eggs and rabbits, Cake with candles and 'Happy birthday' (she actually has a birthday suit), and even little fireworks and maple leaves that she wore on Canada day. I wondered briefly where she gets the flannel with the designs.
"I suppose it's not a question of whether I want them or not."
"No, you're getting pyjamas. I thought it was generous of me to let you choose the design, but if you're not going to appreciate that choice, its naked ladies for you again," she said chuckling.
I don't want to talk about it. I was fairly embarrassed that year, which pleased her greatly.
"Well, have you seen any interesting patterns lately?"
"Oh I get it made specially at a store close to my house. They don't usually do that, but since I am such a good customer, I get favours. I've got connections you know." I guess that's where she gets the designs.
"In fabric manufacturing? I'm jealous. Should we check out this one?" I asked, referring to the garage sale sign. We had just been cruising so far.
"Sure looks good."
I parked across the street from the house that was having the sale. We crossed the street. This looked like a good one. There was lots of stuff that was fun to look at. Katie went to go look at some old clothes, while I browsed through some movies. I saw "That Thing You Do" going for four dollars, so I decided to buy it. Katie came back with a top that had the leprachaun from lucky charms on it.Patrick's
"What do you think?" she asked.
"Well aside from the fact that it has a leprachaun on it, it looks a little small."
"But don't you think this would be a good pyjama top? I don't have any for St. Patricks day. And it looks like it would be a good drinking shirt." What can I say? She's obsessed with pyjamas.
"How much is it?"
"Two bucks! can you believe it?" I could.
"Oh, I also got us some hats," she said as she reached behind her. She pulled out two fisherman hats. "Don't worry, they were free," she said as she saw the look I gave her. She put hers on and went to pay for her lucky charms shirt. I paid for my movie, and we left.
She started going through the CD's I had in my car. She chose Green Day, and put it to Walking Contradiction. 'So appropriate,' I thought. We went to a few more garage sales, before going for lunch. We talked about this and that, remembering old jokes, talking about old friends. She started chuckling suddenly, and I asked her what about.
"Remember how we decided one day in grade 11, that we should switch the meanings of joke and fuck? All day we were saying things like, 'shut up, you joke your dog', and oh that was a good fuck', and then we went to Steph's house (Stephanie was another friend) and it was the first time you were meeting her dad. Then I told you you were a good fucker in front of him. You should've seen the look on your face. I wish I had a camera."
"And if I remember correctly, I wasn't invited back."
"Yah, but shade of red you turned was worth it. If anyone should be sorry it's you. I had cramps from laughing for a week."
"Yes, poor you. Don't you have somewhere to go? I've remembered why we don't spend any time together anymore."
She looked at her watch, then said, "I need to be home by about four, and it's two now. You need to entertain me until then. What should we do?"
"I don't know. We could do my laundry."
"Tempting," she said sarcastically.
"I don't know. We could go swimming."
"No. You just want to see me in a bathing suit."
"Yes that's it."
"Okay, well lets go to my place. We can find something to do there."
"Okay."
So that's where we went. While we were driving we talked more about stupid things we did, stupid jokes we had, who we had seen lately, bad teachers we'd had, more about our jobs, which songs we liked, what movies we'd seen. It was nice to catch up. Soon, we were parked at her apartment building. She let us in. I was pleased to see both her cats this time, and neither with any signs that buttered toast had been tied to them. I'd only seen them once before, but I remembered their names. Kahlua and Ameretto. Says a lot about the owner.
We ended up watching Shreck for old times sake. It was fun, and its a good movie. Eventually it was over and she needed to get ready for some party, so I left. I always had a good time when we spent time together. Its like we were 16 again. I was remembering the great times we had. I got home and went up the stairs, past opera man's door, to the third floor.
Ryan was just unlocking his door when I got to the top. He turned and saw me.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey. How's it going?"
"It's going. I broke up with Andrew incase you're interested."
I was very interested, though I made sure it didn't show. "Really? How did he take it?"
"Actually, he broke up with me. I didn't really need to think about our future. He did it for me."
This time I'm sure my surprise showed. My suspicions that Andrew was an idiot were confirmed. How could someone be so stupid? "Oh. Are you okay?"
"Yah. I'm not really sure how I feel. I mean break-ups are never good, but I feel... relieved I guess. I'm sure there are better guys out there than Andrew. He was changing the way he treated me lately too. This is probably a good thing."
"Probably. Listen, this seems like a good time to tell you this... um... or maybe it isn't but I'll say it any ways... Uh... I am gay too."
"You're gay?"
"Uh... Yes. I am."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I'm not sure. You never asked... I guess I was worried it would influence the outcome of your relationship with Andrew. Also, It never seemed like the right time and I thought it would get awkward."
It did get awkward. We just stood there. I figured I should be completely honest at this point so I went on.
"I also would like to... um... get to know you better... like... as more than a friend..."
He didn't say anything. He looked surprised and didn't know how to handle it. I made it easier.
"Think about it. I'll talk to you later," I said as I hurriedly let myself into my apartment. I closed the door, and leaned back against it. This was as forward as I'd ever been. That might be a mark of how pathetic I am, but it was still scary. I wasn't sure what to expect. What if he hates me? 'No,' I thought rationally, 'he wouldn't have spent any time with me if he hated me.' But what if he didn't want that kind of relationship with me? It would be awkward being neighbours, that's for sure.
I moved away from the door and sat on the couch. I put the movie I bought earlier away, and did the same with my new fisherman hat. I decided that I would think better if I was moving, or maybe I wanted to get away... Either way I went for a run.
I ran a lot harder than usual. I thought a lot I'm sure. I don't remember what exactly, but I'm sure it had to do with Ryan. When I got back I needed a shower and some rest. I went to get a towel for a shower.
I went in and found Ryan on my couch. He stood up as I walked in.
"This is a surprise," I said.
"Uh, yah. I thought you weren't opening the door. Sorry."
"How did you get in?"
"Oh your kitchen window goes out onto the roof, which goes in front of my kitchen window. Its an easy climb. The windows are a little small but, they'll do.
"Oh," I said. "What did you want?"
"I wanted to know if you'd go to dinner tonight..."
Wow. Wasn't expecting that. I probably should have been, but I wasn't. My face must've stayed blank as I was deciding whether he was serious, because he said,
"Unless you don't want to... "
"No! No, I'd love to. That would be great. When?"
"I don't know... seven?"
"Sounds great."
"Uh... ok. See you then."
"Bye."
Then he left, this time through the door. I went to explore the kitchen window. He was right. I'd always known the window went out onto the roof, but I'd never thought of going onto it, let alone using it to get into my neighbours house. 'This could be fun,' I thought.
I was feeling giddy when I started getting ready. I remembered I needed a shower, so I took it. I brushed my teeth, got some clothes on and decided I was ready. It was only 6:30. So I sat down and fidgeted. I couldn't focus on reading. I didn't want to reply to any e-mails. I couldn't do anything, so I sat there.
Finally I heard a knock at the door. I think I set a record for the fastest person to go from sitting to standing. I opened the door and there was Ryan, looking better than ever.
"Ready?" he asked.
"I think so," I said. I was ready half an hour ago, but I didn't want to seem as anxious as I was. It probably showed any ways.
"Good. So where should we go?" he asked as we were heading down the stairs.
I forget most of what happened after that. We went out, talked about stuff and basically became comfortable with each other. I lost most of the nervousnous I somehow got when I was around him. I forget now what we talked about, where we went, what I ate, almost everything. I remember I was caught looking at him a few times, and caught him looking at me. We probably just stared at each other all night. I know that I really enjoyed myself and he seemed to too. We got back to the big house, and went up the stairs.
"Uh... do you want to come in?" He asked.
"Yes, but should I?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well considering what has taken place in your life in the last few days, and the fact that we haven't really known each other long, I would understand if we decided to take things slowly, and see how things work out."
"Yes, you're right, I do want a lasting relationship."
That made me incredibly happy. He wanted a relationship! One that would last!
"Yes me too."
"Can we do something tomorrow?" he asked.
"I would love to." More silence. "I'll talk to you tomorrow then."
"Yah. Good night." he said.
" 'night," I said, and with that, he went into his apartment.
I went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I decided I would go to bed soon, so tomorrow would come faster. I'm not sure if that is true, but it seemed to make sense at the time. I went back to my room, stripped, and got into bed.
It was one of those times where you can't get to sleep. I tossed and turned, but couldn't get comfortable. I was like that for about half an hour before I heard something. There was a thump that sounded like it was coming from my living room. I went out to see what was happening. Standing at my bedroom door naked I looked to see. Ryan walking out of my kitchen, with a wicked look in his eyes.
"I couldn't sleep," he explained, "and I started thinking. I thought that maybe there is nothing wrong with not going slowly."
I couldn't think of anything to say. He started walking closer to me. He got so close that our noses were almost touching.
"Plus," he breathed, "I like things fast."
If I wasn't hard already, I was then.
"I'll remember that."
We kissed passionately. I pulled away and looked deep into his eyes.
"You know, I realise it may have been unethical to start this type of relationship with you, so soon after being my client sort of and--" ;)
Apparently that didn't matter to him, because my lips were suddenly silenced by his. He gathered me into his arms and plunged his tongue into my mouth, as he explored every inch of it.
Hands around each others waist, we made our way back to my room. I moved my hands to undo the buttons on his shirt. Once undone I felt his smooth chest with my hands and slowly moved up and under his shirt to encourage it to slid of his shoulders. Now to his jeans. In one swift movement I had them undone and hitting the floor followed by his briefs. Now both completely naked, we made our way to the bed and he layed down and I lowered my body to his.
We ground our crotches together while kissing passionately. Then with out waiting, I leaned into him and began sucking on his nipple. He breathed in deeply, relaxed and laid back. I began to licking him all over. I turned around, and worked my way down his stomach to his crotch. I rubbed the entire front of his stunning, perfectly-formed body. The luxurious feel of his smooth skin added to the effect of his sensual moans, and caused my cock to throb. I soon grasped his hard cock and stroked, in the way I thought would give him the best pleasure.
Next, I let my tongue slowly wind its way from the base of his cock to the thick nerve under the head--making sure at the last moment to wrap my tongue around this most sensitive part of his cock.
I licked the rim around it and felt Ryan's body tense up and pull toward me as his hand fell and laid on my ass and began exploring. Things started getting quick and Ryan was very close to cumming as was I, now that his hand had found my cock and began jerking me off. Ryan's nuts tightened up, his cock started to jerk around in my mouth as his hot cum shot out and landed on the back of my throat and I wilfully swallowed every delicious drop he shot over and over again as his cock continued to jerk in my mouth. I stopped licking before it began to hurt him and looked up to see him looking down at me smiling.
We rolled over so I was on the bottom with his perfect ass in my face. There are worse things. I massaged his ass while he sucked on my now pounding cock. Ryan engulfed as much of my cock as he could and began sucking up and down on me. His mouth felt divine, and I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the pleasure he was giving me. I ran both of my hands around his ass, as he sucked up and down my cock. It was incredible the way he was sucking on me so passionately. I let out a groan as I felt his hand cup my balls, and begin to gently fondle them. His other hand was wrapped around the base of my cock and was moving up and down, harmonized with his mouth. It didn't take very long for me to start cumming. He held his ground like a champ.
When I had finished, I turned back around so we could kiss again. He was so amazing. We lazily kissed for a while longer. It slowly got more intense, until we were both hard again. Suddenly he pulled away and asked in a very sexy voice,
"Do you have condoms and lube?"
"Yah," I said.
I went over to the bedside table, and got them out. He pulled me back down. We continued our make out frenzy until he finally pulled away and grabbed for the condoms. He put one on me and got it lubed up. Now with my cock extremely lubricated and ready I placed it at Ryan's ass. I felt the warmness I had not felt near my cock for such a long time. I pushed forward and entered his ass feeling the warmth and velvetiness. Ryan was very hot. I pushed deeper, feeling every inch of his hot ass gripping my cock as I entered him slowly, but firmly. This was incredible for me, I had not felt like this in such a long time. I could feel the small smooth hairs of his ass rub up against my body. I felt his body pull close to mine and fill that emptiness that had been there for so long. My cock was buried in his ass. I let Ryan get used to this feeling before I pulled back so just the tip was in his ass. I then shoved all of my pulsing cock into his ass straight forward. Ryan was gasping for air and breathing heavily.
I was laying on his front thrusting myself deep with in him. I felt like I was about to cum, holding back I continued to experience Ryan and his breathtaking ass. I starting kissing his neck and sucking on the tender skin there, causing Ryan to moan and shout in delight. I never realised until then how much of a turn on a noisy partner can be. I couldn't hold back much longer. I pushed deep into Ryan and was surrounded by warmth.
Now both of us were now on a fast track to orgasm city, and as my cock spasmed hard in his ass both of our cock erupted in violent climaxes that left both of us gasping for breath!!!
It was a while before either of us spoke.
"Incredible," he said.
"Very," I replied, then went to get a wash cloth. I wetted one and returned to my lover. I wiped him and myself off, then noticed that luckily the sheets were still clean. I put the wash cloth in the laundry hamper, and went back to bed. I got under the covers and we hugged in the middle. We fell asleep like that: with his face in my neck, and mine in his hair. It was the best feeling I'd ever had.
End chapter4
Author's Note:
First of all, I have realised I hate the name "Ima Writer". It sounds stupid, especially when you are ending (and probably beginging) an e-mail with it. I was a little tired when I chose it so please forgive me. I have decided to change my name to "Reese". I hope thats not too confusing for everyone.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Its been a while since I've last posted. I've been busy lately. Sorry. Actually, I have decided to sort of end it here for a while. I tried to end it so it was somewhat satisfying and there was no clif-hanger or anything. I started writing this in the summer when I was extremely bored. Now I have stuff to do and writing feels almost like a chore. I think I will finish the story eventually, I just don't know when. SORRY!!!
To keep you keep you entertained, I have made a list of some of my favourite stories: (I am not completely sure if the categories are right)
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"Tanner and Robert" by Eagle in incest -- I enjoyed this even though I am generally not a fan of incest.
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"Fireside Romance" by Drew Hunt in relationships -- It looks a little intimidating because the chapters are big, but its worth it. Probably my favourite story.
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"Tales from the Ranch" by Tulsa Driller in rural -- Also quite long, but again I think its worth it.
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"David and Tristan" by D.Z. in rural and highschool -- Not much to say other than a good story
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"Orchids in the Sun" by Lavender Quill in relationships -- Another great story. I also really like "Construction Days" by the same author. The authors website is: http://lavenderquill.tripod.com/
-"Human Condition" by Jfinn -- I just really enjoyed it. unfortunatly its not finished (or wasn't when I wrote this).
-"After we danced" by Mark Peters in Highschool -- Another very good story.
Sorry to turn this into an advertisment. one last thing that might be handy. This is the URl to "Best of Nifty", which is a list of some of the best stories.
http://members.tripod.com/gay_list/Best%20of%20Nifty.htm
(theres an underscore between gay and list)
Alright, and finally, the paragraph dedicated to asking you to e-mail me. E-mail me. I try to answer every e-mail, and I have so far. I'm not going to say I answer all e-mails, because I may make a mistake or something, but I will do my best. E-mail me to tell me about anything. About this story, or your story, or your life, or your dog, or your grandmas dog. Anything. If you can't think of anything right now, e-mail me to ask to suggest something you could tell me. Or you could tell me how great I am. I love those e-mails. If I've offended you in any way, e-mail me to tell me how mad at me you are, and i'll apologize, and hopefully we can fix it. Lastly (I promise), I see myself using this e-mail adress for a long time, so if you're reading this like a year or so from now, e-mail me anyway.
imawriter00@yahoo.ca (note the .ca) --Reese