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  1. All of you are horrible awesome dudes!!!!
  2. Hello All, The idea of Glacier Bay Stories started way back in 2002, this ambitious idea was to tell unique stories all set in and around Glacier Bay, a fictional town located somewhere in the USA. Glacier Bay is based on several small towns I grew up in and probably is either in the north east or north west, somewhere along the Atlantic or Pacific. How's that for generalities? This year, I focused on single stories/plots and started writing, the concept is the same, there are a thousand stories in each town Each story is a self contained story that is fully realized, it may touch on other future stories or have been influenced by earlier ones. You won't have to read them in any particular order to get a resolution. At the moment, I have one novella finished except for edits, three short stories (though my definition of short story is longer than most) finished, with two other novels in the third re-writing stage. And for the first time in my life, I really stretched my writing ability to the limit, different formats, I tackle themes I never thought I would, different fetishes, and different time periods. In the coming weeks, I will be looking for an editor to help me clean up the first Glacier Bay Story called Time Stood Still. Here is an excerpt: (remember there has been no edits except my sloppy attempt at re-writes) Greg chuckled as she left the room with an armful of paper. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes but a moment later he heard her exclaim from the other room, “Oh dear, I almost forgot. A package arrived for you this afternoon.” “It’s probably another birthday gift.” Greg called back as he poured himself another drink. “I concur. It arrived while you were opening your other gifts and I thought it prudent not to include it with the others based on what happened last year.” She explained as she walked back into the room with a medium sized box that had an envelope attached to the top. “There’s no return address, it simply says Happy Birthday.” He looked at the box somewhat dubiously. He agreed with her, it was probably from one of his college friends. And after last year's diamond encrusted cock ring, he was rather glad she had kept this one separate. He slowly opened the lid and peered cautiously inside. It was filled with packing peanuts and he gave her an unsure look before putting his hand inside. He felt something cold and metallic and slowly pulled it out. It was a silver picture frame, from the look, solid silver. He flipped it over and looked at the photo inside the frame. His eyes teared up and he made an unconscious yelp. “Are you all right, sir?” Mrs. Winterbourne asked? Her concern was on full display in her dark eyes. Greg didn’t answer, he couldn’t. He felt like he had lost his ability to form words together. The memories that image called to mind was of a day long since passed. And that memory was filled with joy and intense pain that he had carried with him even all these years later. He rubbed his finger across the image as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. “Sir?” Greg suddenly realized he was standing there with wet cheeks. He sniffed and tried to smile but it was weak. He sat down and motioned for her to take a seat across from him. He held the photo in his hands and said softly, “I remember when this picture was taken. It was a long time ago, a few weeks after my father died.” “I seem to recall that you disappeared for a week right after the funeral.” She said as she sat down in her chair, her back straight and her hands folded in her lap. “Glacier Bay I believe.” Greg nodded. “Back then, the board was applying pressure for me to sell off my shares and give up my seat. They weren’t as confident I’d be able to run the company back then.” “They thought of you as a liability.” “We both know they were right.” Greg said as he placed the photo face down on his desk. “But they didn’t know I had a secret weapon in my corner, did they?” In her usual manner, the woman showed no emotion, though Greg did notice she somehow managed to sit up even straighter. She said, “You just needed to be pointed in the right direction.” “After the funeral, and the impending semi-hostile takeover, I felt like my life was spiraling out of control.” Greg admitted as he took another sip of his cognac. “So I fled to our house in Glacier Bay without telling anyone where I’d gone.” “The entire board was in such an agitated state, no one could find you, the vote was coming up.” She recalled with a straight face. “It took me about six hours to find you.” Greg chuckled loudly. He had always suspected she knew more about his life than she let on, and this admission just confirmed it. “It was reckless to disappear at that time. But after my parents passing, the very public way the will was release, the pressure of a hostile takeover of my family business, and relatives I never knew I had coming out of the woodwork, I had to get away from it all.” “If you think about it. Glacier Bay was the logical choice. Your father ran away there fifty years ago and came back with a wife.” “Yes, it was the one place we could always go. It was the one place I was most happiest.” Greg said before he paused. “We’ve never really spoken about that week, have we?” “When you came back, you were so focused and we had so much work to do, there never seemed to be a good time for that particular conversation. Though I’ve always been curious why you rarely have gone back to that house, yet you refuse to sell it.” Greg looked at her with his piercing blue eyes for a moment. He said quietly, “I wouldn’t have told you even if you had asked back then.” “Have you ever been to that house in Glacier Bay?” Greg asked. When she shook her head he continued, “It’s perfect. It’s situated in a small inlet, sheltered on all sides by trees my father had planted years ago. Large enough to host guests yet it always felt intimate for just the three of us. There is a caretaker that lives on the ground year round and when we were there, a chef cooked for us twice a day but after that, we wouldn’t have to see another living soul.” Greg stopped his story and said, “I’m sorry about my manners. Would you like some of this amazing cognac?” “I would love to, sir.” Greg poured her a glass and then refilled his. “I had been there for three days, and from the property next door, I heard what I could only describe as a non-stop party for two of those days. I guess even an introvert needs some kind of human interaction, because after spending three days feeling sorry for myself, I decided to head over there and see what was going on. And that’s when I first met him.”
  3. I have held off in replying to this news as I was deeply affected by the sudden passing of our Awesome Dude. Mike meant more to me than any of you might know as he was directly responsible for helping me through a very troubled time in my life some years ago. Behind the scenes, he encouraged other members to check up on me when I was going through some deep addiction issues and barely holding on to a life that at that time I wasn't sure I deserved. And I can confidently share that if it wasn't for his indirect intervention, I might have had a complete different outcome to the life I enjoy today. While I am thankful for the job that Alien Son has done while he stepped into very big shoes over the last year of Mike's illness, I am a bit curious about the new Sub Forum I see in regards to the future of Awesome Dude. I would never assume that I should have a say as I'm been as silent and non productive as anyone could be over the last ten years, but I am curious on how it was curated to those members who might have a say. Maybe I'm just feeling the loss, and is deeply saddened. Maybe a bit more communication, and I understand that everyone is feeling overwhelmed at the moment. Or maybe I should just keep my mouth shut and let those better suited discuss adult matters. I just really miss Mike and have cried whenever I think about my/our loss. What a great Awesome Dude in every respect. Jason (Josh)
  4. So not where I thought this was going! Hahahah
  5. I discovered a podcast, Hardcore History by Dan Carlin a few years ago. He has amazing series with multiple episodes each on a wide range of topics. Currently, one of the series is called Supernova In the East, detailing the history and reasons why Japan thought it was a good idea to bomb Pearl Harbor. Dan goes deep into the culture and what happened to Japan when they were dragged into the open in the mid 1800's by American traders. It's a fascinating listen with six parts averaging three to four hours each part. I strongly recommend giving him a listen. He also has King of Kings, detailing the entire history of the Persian Kings ending with Alexander the Great. And if you wanted to go behind the paywall, my favorite is Blueprint to Armageddon, detailing the events that started the first Great War. I can't recommend Dan Carlin enough. https://www.dancarlin.com/hardcore-history-series/
  6. Took me reading this out loud before it made sense in my tiny bat brain. Then I laughed so hard I bruised my coccyx J
  7. I'm pretty sure Mike would lose his mind if I posted that particular picture!!!!
  8. Um, yes to all the above. My favorite right now is from Mr. S Leather's, a red jockstrap with mesh pouch.
  9. That is a question I would so ask... J
  10. I never wear shorts in public, but I have no problem going out to the Castro (san francisco gay neighborhood) in nothing but my favorite pair of undies. I think shorts are ugly on guys, I'll take a bloke in skimpy undies over anything. J
  11. Just so everyone knows/understand, I am down to help anyone with whatever ailment what I don't know with book learning, I make up for with enthusiasm
  12. The first time I had sex I was fifteen. He was an older boy and that bending over the couch resulted in me getting kicked out of my house. And since my parents took the extra step in declaring me a fag to the entire church, I was basically outed to my entire community. So for a few years, fifteen to eighteen, I did all the drugs, fucked all the boys/men as an out and somewhat proud gay boy. I couch hopped when I could, lied to use the shelters, or struggled living on the streets when necessary. Basically I tried to navigate my world as best as I could. Shortly after my eighteenth birthday, I met an older gentleman who convinced me to move to Harrisburg Pennsylvania by offering to co-sign for my very first studio apartment. He also helped me get a job at Giant Grocery Store by dragging me to the DMV to get my ID. So I slowly started to build a life for myself. Though Harrisburg is the Capital of Pennsylvania, I saw first hand the homophobia that surrounded me so I took moving there as an opportunity to start over so to speak. To avoid being the gay boy that was bent over the couch I went back in the closet and nailed the door shut behind me. Giant was where I began making friends that would carry me for the next ten years. The first person I met was another eighteen year old named Nelson but everyone called him Five as he was the fifth Nelson in his family. Five’s best friend, John, a dirty blond nerd that is probably the biggest geek I’ve ever met in my entire life. On my second day, I met Jason, who would quickly become my best friend and the bane of my existence as we both struggled through our sexuality for years before culminating where I was his best man when he married a girl named Christine. But that’s another story for a different when. The four of us quickly became inseparable. We all worked at Giant, and spent almost every waking moment together for the next ten years. That entailed watching many movies, going to Denny’s at two am, and playing pool for hours at a time. We also hung out in the Giant parking lot after hours, throwing footballs, talking, and just enjoying each other's company. Then we discovered alcohol. One of my earliest memories of Harrisburg was watching a KKK rally spew their hateful message to a large crowd of onlookers. This convinced me to make a nice comfortable home in my closet. From the ages of eighteen to twenty-one, I was a typical straight boy. I dated girls, had sex with them, and tried my hardest to fit into a world as something I wasn’t. I could do all the things girls expected boys to do. I could go down on them, stick it inside them, make out with them, but I never really figured out what to do about the tits. Even to this day, tits are an enigma I believe should be better left alone. For a while, I existed happily in my straight fantasy. For the first time in my life, I had a close group of friends that actually liked me. I was very popular with the girls, not really dating anyone longer than six months to ensure none of them discovered my secret. But deep down, I knew I was living a lie and over time, that began to take its toll on my already fragile mental state. Then New Year’s Eve, 1996, twenty-six days before my twenty-first birthday, something happened that would change the direction of my life. It would be another three years before I came out to my entire circle of friends, but that was the day I stopped lying to myself. Five had a friend from High School, her name was Anja and she was a first generation immigrant from Croatia. She was brunette with shoulder length hair, brown eyes, petite with little perky breasts. She was also very athletic in a feminine way. While Five wasn’t interested in her in a romantic sense, he was borderline obsessed with destroying her relationship with her High School boyfriend so I could date her. Her boyfriend, Eric, was one of the hottest guys I had ever seen. He was six-foot tall, shaggy brown hair, lean but very fit with the most amazing brown eyes. He was also funny, and always quick to laugh and enjoy life. Though Anja and Eric had been dating since tenth grade, there were always rumors swirling around that Eric would cheat on her during vacations and out of state trips. This drove Five crazy as he considered her a friend so he made it his mission to break them up so in his words, “She could date you and have a good boyfriend for a change”. Little did he know, I wasn’t a good match for her either. But all that would come to a head anyway and there’s no reason to get ahead of myself. So for months, Five invited Anja to every party, every trip to Six Flags, every pool party, any event where the opportunity would present itself for me to make my move. Remember, she was still dating who she thought was the love of her life. I never said Five was smart. Of course, Anja would always arrive with Eric in tow and over time, I got to be quite friendly with Eric. Not like my core group of friends, we never hung out alone, but when we did show up at the same place, more often than not, we would spend the rest of the time laughing and joking together. This frustrated Five to no end. I was supposed to be “helping” him destroy this poor girl's relationship so I could swoop in and save her, and all I did was flirt with Eric. Though no one really saw what I was doing was flirting, but I know the truth. Before we progress, a little backstory on my little group of friends. John was an only child to a well off middle class family. Jason was the youngest, at eighteen, his older sister was twenty-five and already married. His family was middle class wealthy as well. I was definitely the poorest in my circle of friends. But they never made me feel like I was. They would subtly buy movie tickets for me, offer me gas money when I drove them anywhere, little things to let me contribute so I could feel like an equal. They paid for a lot of things and I am really grateful they did it with such class. Five was by far the richest in our group. He was an only child and born when his mother was forty-nine years old and his father was fifty-five. Neither of his parents had wanted kids but when he was a surprise, they loved him anyway. They were amazing parents. They were also loaded, worth millions of dollars and lived in Hershey Pennsylvania on top of a hill that looked down on the small city. And yes, Five worked at a grocery store. Later he would build his career at Costco, ultimately becoming District Manager. For all the money he inherited at an early age, it never seemed to affect him. He made his own way in life and never relied on his family’s money. By thirty, he was a multi-millionaire and worked eighty hours a week at Costco. He’s a very interesting person. His parents were also functioning alcoholics. By the time he was eighteen, they were long since retired and enjoying the fruits of their labor. And since they were notorious drinkers, Five had been drinking beer at dinner since he was sixteen. They also allowed him to throw house parties in High School as long as all the kids' parents knew there was drinking and no one drove home. This made Five’s parties legendary. On this particular New Year’s Eve, Five’s parents had gone away somewhere for the Holidays so we had the entire house to ourselves. Five had invited about thirty or so friends/peers but as all parties tend to do, it ballooned to fifty by the time the ball dropped. The music was pumping, the alcohol was flowing, people were making out, jock/bro’s were playing drinking games, it was turning out to be a great party. Until the incident. The incident happened shortly after midnight because Anja caught Eric kissing another girl. Full disclosure, Eric wasn’t making out with this girl, but they definitely kissed. This turned into a full blown fight because during the argument, Eric let slip he was transferring to Pittsburgh for the next semester to finish his studies. Things turned ugly quickly, Eric told her she was being overly dramatic and she accused him of using the transfer as an excuse to end things. Turned out she was right. Eric wasn’t satisfied with the prospect of turning twenty-one only having dated one girl. And then it came out that he had in fact cheated on her over the summer when he was touring Pittsburgh campus. That’s when Anja slapped him and stormed out of the kitchen with Five closely behind. As this argument was going on, I was outside on the balcony smoking and chatting up with a girl I had invited to the party. Sometime later, a very drunk Eric came stumbling out on the balcony for a cigarette. I clearly remember he was not that upset about the whole incident. Matter of fact, he almost looked relieved. As we did every time we hung out, we started talking and joking around. Then Eric suggested we should do shots and things get really blurry for the next few hours. Because I woke up the next afternoon in my bed, naked, with a massive hangover and very little memory of what had transpired the night before. I had several missed calls from Five. Apparently I had left the party, the girl I brought that no one else knew, my shirt, and just disappeared without a trace. I didn’t return his call as I laid in bed trying to reason out the night's events. Then a lump in my bed that I had mistakenly attributed as my throw pillows started to move. That was an interesting turn of events. Apparently I had ditched the girl I brought to the party but still found a replacement. Go me. I reached out and moved the covers down and saw a mop of shaggy brown hair. Oh fuck. Eric rolled over and peered up at me. It took him a moment to register who I was and then he stretched and said, “Morning.” I managed to say, “Morning” as I reached on the nightstand for my cigarettes. Then my heart sank as I saw a used condom on the floor next to my bed. Oh fuck. “What time is it?” I looked at the alarm clock as I lit my cigarette. “One-thirty.” “That’s not good.” “Really, it depends.” “On what?” “What time you had to be home today?” “Not until tomorrow.” I propped myself up against the headboard and put the ashtray on my stomach. “Then what’s not good about 1:30?” “I was supposed to meet a friend for lunch at noon.” Eric mimicked my leaning position against the headboard and asked, “Can I have one of those?” Like me, Eric was bare chested and from how the blanket fell against his hip, I could tell he was as naked as I. I gave him a cigarette and said, “I drank a lot last night, do you remember what happened?” He looked at me with a questioning look. “I never thought you’d be one of those guys.” “What do you mean?” “A guy that conveniently forgets what happened last night.” I leaned over the bed and picked up the used condom. I held it up and said, “I can only assume we had sex.” “Twice.” I dropped the condom on the floor and asked, “Is there at least another condom on your side of the floor?” Eric took a long drag and replied, “Yep.” “That’s good. At least we were safe.” “We both insisted on that.” “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m assuming I fucked you.” “You did. Right after I fucked you.” I hadn’t bottomed in over four years. I had been “straight” and too many questions were swirling around in my poor aching head. He seemed to be extremely comfortable waking up next to a boy. And I couldn’t help but wonder if this was some kind of weird joke. I threw my legs over the edge of the bed and slowly stood up. Then I could tell that at least part of his story was true, my asshole ached. “I’m thirsty, want anything?” “Some water would be nice.” I made my way into the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. When I walked back into the bedroom, Eric was just hanging up his phone. He was still in my bed and looked like he had no plans on moving anytime soon. I held out one of the glasses and saw another part of his story was proving true. Right by my foot was a used condom. I sat down and took a long drink. I said, “Eric, not that I’m upset or anything. But how did this happen?” “You mean us fucking last night.” “That. I really don’t remember much of anything after the ball dropped.” “We were doing shots in the kitchen, and someone dared you to do a blowjob shot.” “Fucking Jason.” I muttered. He was always bringing up blowjob shots and trying to force everyone to partake. “Was you the lucky constant? “Pretty much, in a manner of speaking.” It was a really stupid shot but he had roped me into doing it more times than I could ever admit. You put equal parts Amaretto and Bailey’s Irish Cream in a shot glass and then top it with whipped cream. A person sits in a chair and puts the shot between their legs. Then you get on your knees in front of them and then using only your mouth, grab the shot glass with your lips and tilt your head back to drink the shot. “What does that mean?” “You were pretty drunk and you kept shoving your nose into my balls. It took quite a while for you to get the shot glass in your mouth.” “Great, so my head was between your legs in front of fifty kids.” I groaned out. Pretty much.” Eric said as he leaned over my bed and put his cigarette out in the ashtray that was sitting on my nightstand. As he stretched out, I got a good look at his ass. At least I had good drunken taste. He caught me staring at his ass and smiled. “Later on, I teased you about the way you kept sniffing my balls while you were “pretending” to drink the shot.” “That’s mean.” “Then you whispered in my ear that if I ever wanted to experience the real thing, all I had to do was ask.” “So you decided to take advantage of my drunken ass.” I muttered as I ran my hands through my hair. “All I did was ask a question.” I pulled back the covers and climbed in next to him. “So then it’s your fault we had sex last night.” “I wasn’t the one that was begging to be fucked last night.” Eric said with a grin. “Not at first. But after you seemed to enjoy it so much, I figured I should see what you were moaning about.” I moved down until my head was on the pillow, I put my hands over my head and said, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t remember anything about last night.” Eric snuggled his head on my chest and said, “Don’t worry, you had fun.” “Apparently twice.” Eric, like me, had always known he was gay. At first he stayed with Anja so long because she was extremely religious and he figured it was a safe way to ensure no one suspected the truth. But they had dated so long, they eventually had sex. And he had been feeling exceedingly guilty for leading her on and the last few months, he had stopped the sex all together. And it was true he had cheated on her over the summer. The part he left out was it was with a boy. After that experience, he figured the only way he could get out of his situation was to transfer and start over in a new city far away from the prying eyes of his friends and family. I dropped Eric off at home a few hours later and then went to Five’s house to do some much needed damage control. All my friends were worried that I had disappeared and once they realized I was fine, they really laid into me. I was a selfish bastard, I didn’t respect them, they said the most awful things. Their anger lasted until I decided it was time to play a drinking game around seven o-clock. It was just the four of us and their anger disappeared sometime after I made Jason do a blowjob shot. No one ever found out the reason I left Five’s house that night. Eric went on to graduate from Pittsburgh and we never got together again. I saw him a few more times but by the time he came back, I was fully involved in the mess that was my relationship with Jason. But that experience started me on the path to visiting my first gay bar twenty-six days later when I turned twenty-one. But that’s a story for another time.
  13. You should've read the first draft I did of this Blog. Something is going on in my old age, I'm getting more X-rated in my writing than ever before. J
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