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I was still dizzy, barely able to focus on his handsome face. But I
could still feel his heart racing, pounding through his chest and into
mine. Closing my eyes for a moment, I whispered, "I love you, Joey."
Resting his head on my shoulder, he kissed my cheek then whispered,
"Love you too, Robin. Since the first moment I saw you, honest."
With my arm wrapped under and around him, Joey started to move up and
away from me, or so it seemed. I tried to hold him firmly in place but
he slithered down the front of my chest. As I opened my eyes to see why
he was trying to move away, I felt him lick at an already wet spot on my
chest. Moments later, he shifted again, lower and to the far side where
he licked up another spot. He was cleaning me! I sighed and thought;
oh…
he’s so sweet!
I’m not much for praying. My folks never were much for churches
or religion
but we do believe in some supreme deity. It’s more like God is all
there
is that is natural. But at that moment, while my boyfriend meticulously
cleaned up, I silently prayed, "Please, let Joey be the one. Let it be
him and me, forever." A horrid thought swept across my prayers though.
What if he finds out what happened and why I’m here? Would he still
love
me or even like me for that matter? Firmly, I told myself, Joey will
still
love me. I could tell him and will tell him. Then I prayed again,
"Please,
if there truly is a goodness in this universe, let Joey still love me."
Finishing my chest and belly, Joey took my half-hard prick in his hand
again. I giggled. It’s really sensitive after an orgasm and
I’d never had
one quite like the one he created for me. My nips will never be the same!
Joey didn’t move for the longest while. But then he twisted his
hand and
I giggled more loudly! He stopped and remained still for a few moments
then twisted his hand again! I laughed out loud, "Stop!" and tried to
push
him away.
Joey’s head popped off my stomach and he turned to look at me.
What
a beautiful smile! And his eyes were so shiny; radiating what could only
be real love. I smiled back at him and hoped he could see how much I
loved
him, how much I was depending on him. He still hadn’t cum yet.
Would he
get rough and force himself on me? I couldn’t bare that. Not after
what
happened.
It seems like eternities ago. The other mate I had, back in Australia,
he wasn’t much of a friend. It started out that way but, once he
learned
how I really am, he mocked me and worse.
We’d done it a few times. The first couple of times, only
jacking each
other off. Then, a few weeks later, he wanted me to suck him. After I
made
him promise to return the favour, I took his bone in my mouth. But he
didn’t
suck me. He didn’t even jack me off. He made some lame excuse and
hurried
home. The next time is when it all went to hell. We got naked and he
grabbed
my cock sharply, making me flinch. He then squeezed my bone till I
thought
it would pop. I yelled for him to stop and pushed him away with all my
strength. Laughing at me as he wobbled back a step and released my aching
erection, he then softly told me he was sorry and that he really wanted
to fuck me. Since I felt like the only remaining virgin in the whole
country,
I got on all fours. I remember the searing heat of his un-lubed cock
being
forced up my bum and screaming out in agony. It never felt good. The next
day, while I lay in bed recuperating, Jack came home from school in
tears.
The day after, when I went back to school, my worst nightmares came true.
I couldn’t walk the halls without verbal and physical harassment.
Changing
for gym was impossible. Every one wanted either a blowjob or a chance to
fuck the queer boy’s ass. I stopped going in the locker room the
next day.
The next week, I started skipping classes. Soon, I was ditching entire
days. The less time I spent in school, the easier things became for Jack.
It still wasn’t always normal for him but it wasn’t too bad,
or so he’s
always said. The counsellor I was sent to tried to teach me it was okay
to be gay and how to be careful and how to judge other people. I
wasn’t
learning anything new. My sexuality wasn’t the problem. The rest of
the
world seemed to be the problem. One day, in the car outside his office,
I absolutely refused to see him again, telling my mum, "You’ll have
to
carry me‘ cause I ain’t budgin’." Mum couldn’t
lift me or even budge me.
Then Jack got beat up and I swallowed the remainder of a bottle of
sleeping
pills. Jack found me and I was rushed to the hospital. Because of me,
because
of my attraction to boys and because of my inability to judge a friend
from an enemy, we had to move.
The smile I showed Joey waned too quickly and a tear rolled down my
cheek because of my memories.
It only took a second for Joey to whisper, "Robin?" and another second
for "What’s wrong?"
That made me feel so good! I smiled and pulled him to me. His erection
jabbed into my side and I giggled but tears still flowed. Joey hugged me
tightly and I felt him shudder briefly. I felt his erection deflating
and,
in moments, soft flesh against me. "You want me to go?" he whispered.
"No!" I choked out. Then, after controlling myself a bit more, I
clearly
said, "Don’t ever leave me."
Joey shuddered again and squeezed me firmly for a moment. Then he
sniffled.
I pulled back and held him by the shoulders. Amazingly, tears were
flowing
down his face too but he wore the widest smile! I noticed a few fading
childhood freckles darkened as tears rolled over them.
I can’t be wrong this time! This boy is sensitive, just like me!
Joey
took the time, in the middle of our first sexual experience, to ask me
if anything was wrong. Maybe, I made him feel sad because of my tears and
he thought I didn’t want him any more? That couldn’t be
further from the
truth! But he smiled, obviously pleased to hear me beg him to stay with
me.
Sniffling once again and quickly wiping his face, Joey chuckled,
"I’m
gonna have to go some time, unless you’re asking to move in with
me?"
Laughing and shedding tears of joy, I threw myself on him. "That would
be great! But mum and dad aren’t quite ready for that yet, eh?"
"They might not be but I sure think I am," Joey giggled. For a long
few minutes we laughed and kissed, smiled and kissed then eventually only
kissed. Feeling myself getting hard again, I reached down for his dick.
It was hard too. He forced his hot breath into my mouth and I consciously
inhaled most of it.
I’d never kissed a boy before. In only three days, Joey had
taught me
what a kiss could be. If he was half as nervous as I was, then it was all
quite accidental but fun just the same. We were getting dizzy though from
recycling air and started huffing through our noses. Soon, I pulled back
to smile down at my boyfriend.
Joey doesn’t seem to even realise how attractive he is.
He’s got a lean,
swimmer’s body. When we talk, there have been these occasional
pauses.
I did it because I didn’t want to seem lame but I asked myself, why
did
he do it? I think it was because he was just as scared as I was.
He’s got
a great body though. Even through school clothes, that was obvious. I
almost
crumbled to pieces when he said hello to me the first time.
Then I looked down at his cock. I had it by the base and there was
still
plenty peeking out past the edge of my hand. It was a nice handful too,
not too much and certainly not too little.
He groaned then sighed as my hand began caressing and stroking. His
jewels were pulled close to his body already though. They were rubbery,
not fleshy. Years of wanking taught me to slow down and try to loosen
them
up a bit before he lost it too quickly. I was hungry for his cock though.
I really wanted to taste it, to have it in my mouth, but I waited and
gently
massaged his jewels. Turning my attention back to his face, Joey dreamily
muttered, "So nice."
"What would you like your boyfriend to do for you?" I softly asked.
"Oh, anything he wants," Joey groaned, "what he’s doin’
now is so fine."
After a few moments careful consideration, I whispered, "Can I taste
it?"
Joey shivered and hummed yes. He then whispered, "I’ll have to
taste
yours too then," and started to pull my side. He moved a little and I
moved
so that one eye was staring me directly in the face. We looked at each
other then I tentatively licked the head, cleaning up the drop of wetness
there.
With a sigh, Joey opened up wide and took the head and another inch
or so into his hot wet mouth. I was deliriously happy. Joey wasn’t
going
to use me and leave me, I was certain of it. I took him in my mouth and
began bobbing up and down on his meat. He was good and dealt with my
foreskin
real nice. Not to be out done, I finally had easy access to his back door
and softly fingered the outside of it. Joey whimpered and bucked; forcing
a bit too much of his cock into my mouth and making me gag for a second.
Immediately, he let my cock out of his mouth and softly said, "Sorry."
Amazing! He paused to apologise! Insane lust and passion overwhelmed
me. I tried to swallow his whole cock and discovered that, if I were
ready
for it, I wouldn’t gag. Pushing him flat and moving over him, I
went crazy,
making Joey’s cock feel the best things my mouth could offer. When
my mouth
got tired, I licked the head and the whole length then moved down to his
spongy jewels, never once letting the finger teasing his hole take a
rest.
Joey tried to keep up but I had a mission; to finally give my best to
a boy that wanted to give his best to me. His breath puffed against my
balls in quick, short bursts. Moments later he released my cock and
urgently
whispered, "Robin! Omigod! Robin!" He heaved in a deep breath, quickly
grunted and I tasted my reward. It splashed, warm and salty against the
roof of my mouth. My tongue relished this new flavour but I had to
swallow.
I sucked and got more. I bobbed deep and got a little more. Then I just
let the rest flow onto my tongue. Beneath me, Joey gasped for breath and
tried to speak.
"Oh… Robin… I don’t believe it… it was so
good… I love you baby… I’ll
always love you… stay with me… please, say you’ll be
mine… please say it…
please."
I wondered if I had heard him correctly for a brief moment. He called
me baby and wants me to be his! Letting his meat fall from my mouth, I
quickly crawled around to face him. Seeing his content smile and
glistening
eyes, I cried, "Yes Joey. I’ll be yours."
"I’ll never leave you, never hurt you," Joey said breathlessly
and pulled
me down on top of him. He kissed my cheek and neck. After a long few
minutes
holding each other, Joey whispered, "Something bad happened in
Australia?"
I shuddered at the thought and hummed yes.
"Tell me, share it with me, please."
Tears once again flooded my eyes. "It was bad," I softly began and
told
him what had happened in Cowaramup. He started to cry. When I told him
how I was finally abused and mocked, he sobbed unashamedly. We were both
total wrecks as we got dressed. Physically and emotionally exhausted, we
stared at each other as the tears dried up. Stepping forward, Joey took
my hand. My free hand took his.
Joey said, "We don’t need to do that, have intercourse I mean,
not till
you are absolutely sure you’re ready."
I smiled gratefully and said, "Walk me home?"
We went to the loo and got cleaned up. Joey giggled insanely when I
said that I needed to use the loo. "It’s a bathroom or restroom
here,"
he giggled.
"Too many syllables," I grinned. Noticing Joey paused at the bathroom
doorway, I beckoned him inside with my finger and reminded him, "Close
the door, eh?"
He blushed and closed the door. My dick was starting to get hard again
but I really had to pee. Taking my dick out and aiming at the bowl, I
concentrated
on urination but watched Joey as he washed his hands and face. Grabbing
a towel and drying himself, he turned to me and saw my predicament.
"They always get hard at the strangest times," he giggled.
"’S not so strange in this case, eh?" I teased. His face turned
bright
red and he shook his head.
"I’ll just turn around then so you can finish this month," Joey
said.
Thankfully, with half a hard-on, I started to leak soon after he
turned
around.
After a few moments, Joey sighed, "I’m already dreading saying
goodbye
to you. It’s ripping me in half, ya know?"
"’S all right. I’ll talk with Jack tonight. Tell him how
special you
are. Then I’ll find a way to tell mum and she’ll tell dad.
They’d probably
like to know that I can make good choices from time to time."
"I’m not out. No one knows but you, Robin," Joey softly said. I
finished
leaking then he turned around.
Tucking my pecker away, I asked, "It would be all right though,
wouldn’t
it?" I turned on the water and began washing up.
After a few moments, he shrugged, "Dunno. But I guess I’ll be
finding
out soon." Then he held out the towel for me.
Taking the towel, I said, "Can’t let it get back to school
though, eh?
I’m sure not ready for that again."
Joey nodded, "We gotta watch ourselves around Amy. She’d go
flapping
her gums and everyone would know within a day, max."
I’d met so many new people and wondered aloud, "Which one is
Amy?"
"The boisterous redhead," he smirked. Done drying my hands, I folded
the towel and returned it to the hanging holder on the wall. Joey smiled
brightly, "My mom is gonna love you!" then giggled heartily and placed
a soft kiss on my cheek. As we walked out of his house, his little sister
ran up the path and, a few paces behind her, Joey’s father.
She shouted, "Hi," and hurried into the house.
I waved nervously to his dad.
"Who’s this, Joey?" his dad asked.
"This is Robin, dad. He just moved here from Australia," Joey
answered.
His dad said, "Welcome to America, Robin." Then he turned to Joey and
said, "Where are you two off to?"
"Just walking Robin home. I’ll be back in about twenty minutes."
Joey
said. He tugged at my shirt and we were on our way.
"Nice meeting you Robin," his dad loudly said as we hurried off.
I turned and waved, "Yes Sir, same here!" Ecstatic as I crossed the
street, I could barely believe that I had a boyfriend and had already met
his father and sister! I had only met the other boy’s mother once.
Joey
chuckled as we knocked into each other a few times. I asked,
"What’s your
sister’s name?"
"Beth, Elizabeth really."
For a while, we walked silently, occasionally smiling at each other.
Then Joey cautiously asked, "How do you want us to be at school?"
"Best mates… er… friends," I answered.
"I’ll want to touch you, run my fingers through your hair," he
softly
said.
I blushed and giggled, "I’d want you to but not at school. Maybe
someday
but not yet eh?"
Smiling widely, he mimicked my accent and said, "No worries. I’m
not
ready for that either but can’t deny what I’d want to do."
Again, we walked silently for a while. I glanced at my watch. Mum and
dad would be home by now. Supper would be served soon. There might be
time
for introductions but no time for an affectionate goodbye embrace that
I so wanted and needed.
"Do you have to be back home in twenty minutes?" I asked.
He grinned, "I could be a few minutes late."
Moments later, we stopped briefly at my front door and glanced at each
other. He inhaled, exhaled then nodded and I opened the door.
Dad and Jack were in the living room. "Hi, I’m home," I said a
little
too cheerfully. Coughing to catch myself, I then said, "Dad, this is
Joey.
Joseph Anderson, from school."
"Hello," dad smirked.
Joey waved and said hello to both my dad and brother. Jack stared up
at us like we were from outer space, growing antennae on our heads. He
knew. I could tell he knew. Quickly, I pulled Joey into the kitchen and
introduced him to my mum. Just as quickly, I said, "Joey needs to get
home
but I’m gonna show him the house and my room real quick."
Like greased lightning, I led him past the dining room and down the
hall to my room. I closed the bedroom door most of the way, leaving it
slightly ajar so my folks wouldn’t get too suspicious. The second
it was
safe, Joey wrapped his arms around me from behind and whispered, "I love
you."
Leaning back and smiling my widest, I softly said, "I love you too."
"It’s gonna be lonely tonight," he sighed.
"I’ll be thinking of you." After a few moments bliss, I said,
"Wish
I could ask you to stay but its too short notice. How about supper
tomorrow?"
Flustered, Joey stammered, "So soon? You think that’d be okay?"
Turning in his arms, I said, "I’ll let you know for certain
tomorrow,"
then kissed him. He sucked my lower lip into his mouth and brushed his
tongue across it. Holding the back of his head firmly but not too
roughly,
I opened up wider and accepted his tongue. Within moments we were huffing
huge breaths out of our noses. I began to get hard and started to feel
his erection against me. At the same moment we backed away and smiled
knowingly.
Fixing his shirt, he gasped, "Wait till tomorrow."
"Might not be able too. I’ll talk with Jack then go to bed
around eleven."
He grinned, "We’ll be apart but together." Pulling me closer, he
plainly
said, "I love your eyes. Gotta snap a close-up photo some day."
Blushing, I giggled and then said, "Meet me at eleven."
"With bells on, figuratively speaking of course!"
We both giggled hysterically and I led him to the door. Stepping just
outside the door, he looked both ways down the street, turned back for
a moment and blew me a kiss then trotted down the path. I watched him
until
he was out of site.
Dad said, "You made a new friend, eh?"
Answering my dad but shifting my gaze between him and Jack, I said,
"A really good one, I think."
Concerned, my dad said, "Be careful. We can’t move again."
"We won’t have to, I promise."
Dad then got up and headed for the dining room and Jack followed.
I could tell that Jack was bursting at the seams to ask me tons of
questions
and to probably curse me too. Joey was the first topic of conversation
at the table.
Mum sat down and said, "He’s a handsome boy, eh?"
Smiling widely, I nodded enthusiastically saying; "And he genuinely
cares about me. Jack knows him too. They’re on the swim team
together."
Disinterested and probably a little angry, Jack only nodded.
"How do you know he cares so much?" dad asked.
I swallowed my food and without even thinking, I said, "I told him why
we moved… in detail. He didn’t just shed a few tears but
bawled as hard
as I was." Noticing everyone had stopped eating and was staring at me,
I said, "He had to know, didn’t he? And no one can fake crying that
hard."
After everyone began eating again, dad said, "You’re moving a
little
fast, don’t you think?"
Mum quickly added, "You can’t really know each other that well."
"We’re working on it. I met his dad and little sister,
he’s met all
of you too," I quickly explained. Then, during a break in the
conversation,
I thought I’d better relieve some worries. "We’re not having
sex. We sat
on his couch, watching television. He moved closer to me and I
instinctively
shuffled away. When it happened again, Joey asked why I was so afraid.
I told him exactly why. He cried with me. Then he told me that he’s
not
out to anyone, not even his family. Things are gonna move much more
slowly
this time." I wanted so badly to say, he loves me and I love him, but
thought
better of it. If my folks knew we were saying that, I might be grounded
till I turned eighteen so I kept the truth secret. Instead, I said,
"We’re
in America now. This is San Mateo, California, one of the most liberal
areas in the world. Tell me you didn’t choose this area so we could
all
breath a bit easier?"
Dad chuckled a bit but never denied what I said.
Mum asked me to help her with the dishes after supper. Alone, she
asked
me more about Joey and his family and what their house looked like.
Confused, I asked, "What does it matter how their house looks?"
"You can tell a lot about people by how they maintain their home. Is
it neat or cluttered or a total shambles?"
"Its tidy," I answered.
She nodded then asked, "Was Joey’s dad nice?"
"Only saw him for a minute but yeah, he welcomed me to America."
I had finished drying the dishes and mom was finishing up the glasses
when she said, "Just because this is a liberal area doesn’t mean
that everyone
is tolerant of homosexuals."
"I know mum. We already talked about being careful at school. But Joey
knows he’s gay. He just never had a reason to tell anyone."
"We worry. Don’t be in such a hurry to give away your heart.
You’re
special and he needs to treat you that way," my mom said. Noticing I was
become bored by her overprotective speech, she sighed, "Promise me
you’ll
take it slow?"
"Of course. I don’t want to cause another problem where we would
have
to move again."
Mum sighed then looked me in the eye and firmly said, "You were not
the reason we moved. We moved because of small town people and their
small
minds! Never forget that. It wasn’t your fault."
Wanting to believe that, I nodded and then asked, "Can Joey come over
for supper tomorrow?"
"’S fine with me. Go ask your dad."
Excited, I yelled across the rooms, "Dad, can Joey come over for
supper
tomorrow?"
Mum covered her ears then cuffed me one on my shoulder and laughed,
"I said, GO ask your dad! As in, walk over there and speak in a normal
tone of voice!"
No sooner had she finished, dad hollered, "Yeah, no worries here."
"You’re all hopeless," mum grumbled.
I giggled then high tailed it out of the kitchen before she took
another
swing at me and hurt her hand.
Jack wasn’t in the living room but I slowed down and thanked dad
then
went to Jack’s room.
Slowly and sadly shaking his head, Jack said, "You did it again, eh?"
My brother is thirteen going on thirty, I think.
I shushed him then sat on his bed, very near to the desk chair he was
sitting on. I struggled with myself for almost a minute before saying,
"I’ll tell you the truth but you have to keep it a secret."
Jack whispered, "Damn it!"
Softly but very firmly, I said, "Joey didn’t force me to do
anything!
Everything I said at the table was the truth. But there was one other
thing
I couldn’t say to mom and dad. I wanted to tell you. You want to
hear it,
eh?"
Jack sighed, "I guess."
Leaning closer to him, I whispered, "After I told him everything that
happened in Cowaramup, Joey held my hand and said we didn’t have to
have
intercourse until I was absolutely certain I was ready."
"Yeah, right. And a few weeks from now he’ll get horny and force
himself
on you, just like Stan did."
Taking my little brother by the shoulders, I sternly said, "He
won’t
Jack! Joey is nothing like Stan! He’s better looking and more
polite and
sensitive and, most importantly, definitely gay."
Jack and I stared at each other for a long while. Finally, he pulled
away and my hands fell from his shoulders. "You’d better be right.
If he
hurts you, I’ll drown him, swear to God I will."
I chuckled, "He’s bigger and stronger than you, eh? Please
don’t be
that way tomorrow night.‘ S important to me that you two like each
other
at least a little."
Turning back to his homework, Jack asked, "Why can’t you just
get a
little lotion and have a wank like every other teenager?"
Unable to help myself, I busted up laughing! Jack turned and grinned
at me, which only made me laugh harder.
"I’m serious!" Jack giggled. Then he said, "I know you do it.
You know
I do it. Why do it with Joey?"
Eventually regaining some composure, I said, "Until today, I
couldn’t
have answered that question. But Joey held me close, he kissed me several
times yesterday and today, he wants to be with me as much as I want to
be with him. Stan was never like that. I should’ve seen that he was
using
me, that he would gossip and spread it around town, eh?"
"Yeah, you should’ve."
"Joey’s not like that. He did me first then I returned the
favour. Stan
always wanted me to do him first. Then he ignored me at school until he
wanted more. Joey kissed me yesterday, that’s all. And he still
talked
with me today.‘ S more than Stan ever did, eh?"
Jack nodded but his eyes got angry and he said, "He had better be nice
to you tomorrow!"
I sighed. No matter how I tried to lessen his fears, Jack wanted to
play guardian.
I forced myself to watch television with my family that night, though
I have no idea what we watched! Joey was in my every thought. Even his
name was so cute! It reminded me of a baby kangaroo and he could be just
as playful. I liked that a lot. By the time eleven o’clock rolled
around,
my underwear was damp from my constantly leaking erection. Oh, if only
he could really be with me, sharing my bed, gently caressing and kissing
me until we both made love then fell peacefully to sleep in each
other’s
arms. I closed my eyes and imagined him on his bed. He was thinking of
me. I was dreaming of him.
Finally, I had a reason to wake up in the morning. Joey was nice to
me at school the next day. During lunch, I caught him staring at me,
scanning
my face. It made me blush. Stan couldn’t even look at me or speak
to me
but Joey seemed desperate to memorise my every feature, including my
accent.
After school, I went over Joey’s again. Our faces smashed
together the
moment we stepped inside his front door. Still swapping air and spit, he
led me to his room. We undressed. But Joey didn’t have an erection.
I immediately
asked what was wrong. The idea of supper with my family made him nervous.
He was way too distracted to have sex so, a first, we lay naked on his
bed holding each other and talking.
"Umm…I’ve never been out to anyone before," Joey nervously
said. "How
should I act? What do I say? What should I wear?"
"Act the same way, say the same things and wear the same clothes," I
told him. But then a silly picture of him in a tutu crossed my mind
and I joked, "Or wear a pink dress and sprinkle confetti around the
house?"
Wide-eyed and giggling, my boyfriend playfully attacked me, tickling
me until I could barely breath! "You’d like that, eh?" he chuckled
in a
broken Australian accent. After a minute or two of him playfully rambling
on, I noticed his erection rubbing against my leg. He smiled down at me
while my giggles subsided. Then his magic fingers went to work on my nips
again but he never lost eye contact. I could reach his cock but
couldn’t
move my hand very much because we were lying so close. I did what I could
though and that was enough for Joey.
After we made love, Joey asked me how he might come out to his folks.
We talked about that while cleaning up, dressing and most of the way back
to my house. Since I didn’t come out to my family but was outed, I
could
only make vague suggestions. The most important things would be his
parent’s
reactions, I told him. So he asked if I would have supper at his house
over the weekend. That way I could meet his folks and we’d both
have better
ideas. He seemed determined enough to do it but I wouldn’t rush
him. Rushing
into things caused my family and me enough trouble. I didn’t want
to see
it happen again and definitely not to my Joey. Mum practically begged me
to slow down a bit any way. I knew that I should but he made my heart and
mind race, like barely controlling hysteria.
Walking up the path to my house, I said, "Being out don’t matter
near
as much as how you treat me. Take your time, eh?" Then I opened the door
and we stepped inside.
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