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Bottoms Up, the local gay bar, was near capacity and everyone was enjoying himself. The laughter and noise coming from the bar was more than what the quiet neighborhood generally experienced. The Old Queens Gang was all assembled together at their table for the first time in two weeks. Bryan and Buster had just returned from their vacation trips. Bryan had spent two weeks in Paris and Buster had been in Miami. Jason, Tom, Joe and John had been meeting together at Bottoms Up as the Old Queens Gang had done for several years but Bryan and Buster were missed and it had not been the same without them. Read More...





It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. I was barely 18. My parent's let me stay alone most of the time, but they were going on a two week cruise. Since Mike was getting a divorce from his wife and staying with his sister, they asked him to stay at our house. That was ok with me. Read More...





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Located in a Southern, mid-sized city is a gay bar, aptly named Bottoms Up. Unlike the other gay bars in the area, which are close to the downtown area, Bottoms Up is conveniently located in a quiet neighborhood, surrounded by homes and small businesses. Men of all ages, ethnicities, and socio-economic backgrounds frequent the bar. Read More...





I'd like to share my story with you about how much my life changed five years ago. My name's Jim, and I'm from a small town in Texas. Both of my parents left this world when I was about ten years old, and I spent some years in a very strict, but very caring orphanage. Read More...





I was 33 and still in good shape. I had travelled to Montreal for a weekend of sex. Montreal is a very gay-friendly city, with a large gay quarter called "The Village". There are also over 50 bath houses in the city, which means there's one to cater to any mood you might be in. Read More...





It was the fall of the year when I decided to take a trip back east. I had met a man on the Internet and on a whim, I decided to go see him. I packed up my car and drove to his house in Virginia. He was a nice man in his fifties and very attractive. Our meeting went well, but we just didnt hit it off. We have to many differences and didnt seem to be giving in to one another. I decided it would be best to just stay friends and not pursue a relationship. We said our good-byes and I left, with an empty feeling. Read More...
I had been asked to join the local profession/business men club that was setup like many in the country for retired men in order to share interests, friendship and do good chartable works for the local community.
On the face of it I was flattered, because I had received both a letter and a phone call; however, I had just turned forty and I wondered if the chairman of the club knew this. It had transpired that my lovely old neighbour, who was ninety five and still as sharp as a razor, had spoken with Ken the Chairman saying that I would be a good candidate to join. The problem was my neighbour bless her had muddled my age thinking I was going to retire in the next few months, when in effect as much as I wanted to call it a day, I would have to keep working abroad in my chosen field for at least another ten years. Read This Preimum Story For Free (story opens in a new browser window)
