I am a white male in my mid twenties living in a large city. I have been straight all my life, although I have gone out with several bisexual women. I guess you could say that I never felt anything against gay sexuality, I just did not think it was for me.

Here again, to enthrall you guys with my stories, yet another story, about around august I had to go to my uncles farm house to collect some office papers and it was almost outside the city. He told me that his friend’s son will come from coimbatore and give the papers, I had to collect and get back to my uncles place, may be if needed to stay there over night and come the next day I left to the farm house that evening and as soon I reached, I saw the farm house I was so happy it was a beautiful house , duplex model with large French windows and a huge garden all around, a Mali came took my luggage and said “ come in sir” I went inside ,very well interiorized house , very lovely and romantic , good for couples to come and enjoy a day outside the city, it was too late and I was tired too.

Damn! My life is real pathetic, of late. I hate all things in life. Why the hell should I stay with this idiotic guy? He is nuts and drives me crazy and had been making me mad from the day I met him. He was in very good mood and excited when he reached home on Friday night. He was happy and was asking me plans for the weekend. Friday night, before going to bed, he made a list of things which he wanted to do with me over the weekend. He wanted to visit Golkonda fort since neither of us ever had been to that place. Then he planned for Central and Pub on Saturday evening. For Sunday he planned for Umrao Jaan movie and evening together on necklace road. All these went on as planned…but that moron just pissed me off few minutes back saying 'You have wasted lots of our time. We could have done something better. After you moved in with me, I feel I am wasting lots of time'. He was the one who planned. He was the one who was excited. He was the one who wanted to spend time with me. But now he believes that I am the one who is having bigger stake in wasting most of his time instead of doing useful things.

Sahil - An evergreen leaf of my life

I should not call this as a story or 'leaf', but should call as a relation or evergreen gift which life has given me. This relation is something which was fresh and, is still fresh in my life. How many people or relations does a person need? Having one friend beside your death bed who has seen my whole life and who has seen me grow from failures to great success is all we need. Only that individual is sufficient who has seen me falling, recovering and who has seen my success. I label myself as emotional when sometimes my eyes get moist taking or hearing to Sahil even today.

Not very long ago when I was at my 18 I had and is still a good friend of mine called Uday, a classmate of mine eventually who became my friend and I really liked this guy so much he was that regular manly guy, hitting on girls, teasing them and enjoying life.

We had known each other through a mutual good friend online, and since Dan was gay and me being devoutly bisexual, we figured we had a lot to talk about. So, after talking and even having a couple of "hot chats" online, we found ourselves actually working for the same software company. Looking back, I guess that's not as surprising as it sounds now.

This is the story of my first encounter with another man. I met Don in a local bar and somehow, during the course of our conversation, I told him I did plumbing work on the side. He seemed like a nice guy, so when he called a week later with a stopped up drain, I agreed to visit his house to correct the problem.

I'd completed my training at the Bainbridge Maryland, Yeoman School with high honors, and now I was to be transferred to a ship of my choice.

The ship was still out on maneuvers in the Gulf of Mexico, so I was to be transferred by Navy Transport to the ship's homeport at Norfolk, Virginia, to wait for the ship there.

My fingers were six inches away from my pillow nestled inside my lover’s hand as we rested. Her hot breath blew across my neck and down my back as I stared out the window. While I gazed at the night sky I saw it turn gray, and as the shades of red filtered in, the reasons for the choices I made over the last six months became clear. My new girlfriend was never teasing me, never tried to lead me along, or take me from the girlfriend I was seeing when we first met. I know now that it was suppose to be, that she is the one I am to love.