Category: Stories

He stood, feet apart slightly, facing the room
Face impassive, looking at no one in particular
Just at empty space

His damp dark blond hair hanging over his forehead

It’s a strange experience to read your old writing and this one is particularly interesting and very autobiographical.

Back when I was in secondary school (age 11 to 16 to those who don’t know) I had a major crush on my friend. I never told anyone about it and I never did anything about. Looking back I never remember him having a girlfriend but I think he is now married with children. When we left school, we did go to the same college (age 16 to 18)  but we were in different classes so our paths never really crossed much.

It was my crush for him that made me put distance between us. I knew he was straight so there wasn’t any chance of anything happening between us. There was one moment when I nearly kissed him which scared the shit out of me. He didn’t notice, thankfully. My life would have been made hell if anyone knew what nearly happened.

This short poem (or vignette) is about a time when we had showered after our PE class. He was never bashful and I think he even enjoyed letting other boys look at him. This one moment in time is etched in my mind and one of my favourite memories of him. I miss those days.

Karl is bored during the long summer break from school, but when Scott moves to the area, they meet up by chance at the local playground.

This story really shows its age. The playground described has all the equipment from the last century with a big metal slide (Does anyone remember those high slides that went about 12 feet high, with a metal cage at the top? It would be a health and safety nightmare in today’s world. And then the old wooden roundabouts. We used to play a silly game where me and a friend would lie down on the wooden lip, drop a stick as you whirled around and then your mate had to pick it up.)

The story is set on a modern housing estate where I used to live as a child. In the UK, our houses are built very close together and we could see into the back garden of the house opposite. I slept in a small box room at the back of the house but I don’t remember the couple that lived at the back of us having any children, so I never really paid much attention to what was going off behind me.

It wasn’t until several years later that I borrowed the scenario and turned it into a story.

As a kid I remember being incredibly bored during the summer six week holidays from school. I didn’t really meet up with any friends so I just tended to entertain myself.

The story itself delves into my mind as a young teenager who had not yet accepted he was gay and that confusion was how Karl was feeling. I remember just wishing that someone like Scott would come into my life and help me come to terms with myself, but alas he never did. At that age I was never very confident and would never make the first move, or even be forward with my feelings or opinions. Oh how I wish that young man was more confident, but back then homophobia was rife, and where I lived, acceptable.

I hope you enjoy the story.

One other thing, how on earth could I think that a fifteen-year-old boy left alone in the house in the morning didn’t have a wank before he got up. Shocking! That boy really needed to give his cock better attention.

This story was written under the pseudonym, StormWriter. I had totally forgotten that I used that name. It was from my website, Tales from a Storm, and I was the StormWriter. At that time my head was all over the place, like a storm, as I came to grips with who I was, hence the name.

This story was written not long after leaving university and I was feeling let down by the system and the promises that we were all given about getting a degree. I studied Physics and had high ambitions of being in research, but that never came to be. I remember my depression really consumed me in my last year of university and it’s no surprise that I couldn’t get a decent job as I didn’t believe in myself.

The setup is very much from my university days where accommodation wasn’t exactly the best, not like today where students get purpose built rooms with en suite bathrooms. I suppose I am a romantic at heart as I believed that you could meet someone great just going about your day; these were the day before Grindr.

The old mansion house and grounds are based on a location near me and ‘Megan’ used to be the name of our dog. Much of what I wrote back then had an element in my past.

I wrote this story in late 2003 and was probably one of the first gay sex stories I wrote. I had been an avid reader of Nifty for several years but remember I grew tired of reading stories that were predictable or badly written.

I wanted to write a story that tricks the reader into thinking that Pete is going to hook up with the stud walking the beach but then takes the reader in a different direction.

For the most part, I think the story works but it is overlong. There is too much preamble. I still quite like the story and could have been the first part of a steamy holiday romance.

I submitted this story to TommyHawksFantasyWorld website and he published it in December 2003.

TommyHawksFantasyWorld has changed since publishing my story and is no longer a paysite which hosts his, and other writers, stories. It is now just a place for his stories and a way of him selling the eBooks he created. His stories are well worth a read; I enjoyed them very much when I had access to his site.

David Beck has been given an assignment to watch a house and discover its secrets. But the agents are ahead of him and torch the place.

This was one of my first forays into serious writing. If memory serves it was written in the mid-90s at a time when I was obsessed with spy thrillers. I suppose it was my feeble attempt to write a spy thriller. Just be warned that this is not a gay story, doesn’t have any sex or gay characters.

There was the start of a second chapter but I think I have lost that now. The story was about a number of the world’s terrorist organisations coming together to form a global terror network and threatening world peace.

I am a massive Bond fan and have read all the Bond novels. Unfortunately, I couldn’t take my story and run with it. I ignored the old adage ‘write about what you know’ and as I know nothing about spies or terrorism, I could never do justice to such a story.

So a few years later I started writing gay romance and erotica. Something those wise guys out there might suggest I also know nothing about.

Hands clasped
Resting on blank paper
Legs outstretched
Left foot perched on right
Shoulders slouched
Elbows drawn tight to flank
Fallen head cocked to the side
Dead except for shallow breath

 

I was taking an evening class on film studies and I wrote this short poem after watching a young man sitting at his desk. I actually can’t remember what he looked like now, but I must have found him attractive at the time for me to spend my time watching him rather than listening to the teacher. As the lecturer rambled on the sexy young man took the position I describe, he must have been bored too.

Equilibrium was the second in the first batch of vignettes I published on my first website, Tales from a Storm. Reading it again, it is a difficult read for me. It was written about a time when I was at my lowest and I just wanted a way out.

I grew up suppressed and oppressed, and I now realise that much of it was from my own making and my reluctance to accept the gay in me.

Regular readers will know that I battle depression, I’m fine now by the way, but this takes me to a time when I wasn’t and a way out was never far from my mind. I never embraced my depression nor accepted it, so never sought any help.

With ‘A Quiet Moon’ this vignette is a look into my soul and am surprised how brave I was to put it on the internet, out there forever. If I was starting my first website now I’m not sure I would have had the guts to include this. But I’m not going to pull it now.

Don’t worry, the stuff gets lighter from now on.

If you or anyone you know is struggling with any mental health issues then I urge you to seek out help. If or when you do I hope you get the help you deserve.

Some websites I have found are:

LGBT Switchboard (UK)
NHS Mental Health for LGBT (UK)
LGBT Hotline (US)

Not everything I write/wrote is gay erotica (If you’re feeling kind, or gay porn if not) and when I started to write I tended to write more autobiographically.

This was originally published in 2004 but I remember that I wrote it several years previous. It was written while I was still very much in the closet and very much examines my thoughts and feelings at the time.

I remember lying awake one night and moonlight coming into my bedroom. My mind was still active and started to run away with itself. The road I describe is very much a metaphorical one and the chasm at the end the hole what my mind falls into when I have a depressive relapse.

The road is perfect, the perfect road I was expected to take at the time and the weight of the expectation of my family.

I find it an interesting read and a reminder of how I felt in my later teenage years.

I am taking this opportunity to start uploading my stories and vignettes that I never got round to converting when I upgraded my hosting and started to use WordPress as a platform.

Not surprisingly I will be starting from the bottom up.

I will edit them, some won’t change much (perhaps the odd comma) but others may, depending on how I feel when I read them again.

I’m looking forward to going back and reading my stories I wrote years ago and see how they hold up.

When the mood takes I will let you know about the stories and how they came to be.