All Chapters of The Gay Diãry: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Shit, it’s really come down now. We’re snowed in for sure.” I listened as my roommate moan again about the snow storm that struck last night and has been predicted to last for two more days. “Relax man. As long as we can get to the student union we won’t starve, what's the fuss about?" He turned to look at me with obvious disgust on his face, due to the way he raised his lips. "Did you think everything is about food? I need my bitch!! and with this storm there is no way her roommate will leave giving us the chance for a fuck.” Urghh!!! here we go again with the girlfriend thing. He's been on and about this and it's very annoying. “It won’t kill you.” I admonished. “It’ll feel like it though. You don't know what it feels like!!" I’m probably as ticked about the storm as he is was because I had plans to do some hiking in the woods at the edge of town but there is no way as I’m s

I'm a 19 year old white male from Rumford Maine who now lives in Maryland. I'm enrolled at the University of Columbia and have three years left before I get my degree. I'm not use to the big city live since Rumford is a very small, back woods town unlike Maryland which is huge and connected for the most part. I've been here almost a year now and for the last seven months I have been a victim of sorts with some of Baltimore's more violent residents. I live in a single apartment right out side Baltimore and the beltway in a town called Columbia. The violent residents I referred to come over to my house two or three times a week and take what they want, which is me. The main guy is a big black man named Tyrone and the others are his fellow gang members. Most of the time there are three of them, usually the same three, but sometimes they bring somebody new and

My 40th Birthday is something I will never forget. It fell on a Saturday, so I had the whole weekend for celebration. However, it didn't turn out that way. I ended up getting my throat and mouth fucked by some dicks the whole time. Let me explain.I'm just your average white guy, nothing special. Average height, average weight, average looks, not a gangster, but not a nerd either. I'm married with children, and I work and live in Fort Collins, Colorado, doing the everyday stuff that people do. I fish and camp in the summer and snowboard in the winter. My 40th birthday was last January, and I wanted that Birthday to be the one to remember. My best friend is working at one of the resorts up in the high country, so I decided to go stay with him and Board my ass off.Since my Birthday fell on a Saturday, I took Friday and the following Monday off from work to have the whole weekend to play. I arrived that Friday afternoon, and once settled in, we began our celebration.

Hey diary, so this is gonna be quick!! I Just had a birthday that I will never forget. Last Sunday I turned 36, I don't know anybody here as I just moved to this city three months ago. So I decided to go down to the local pool hall and bar and shoot some pool. I ride a Honda motorcycle and that is what I took down there. I wear leather and have very long hair so I look the biker part. After parking in the back, I walked in only to find that there was only three people in the place and none of them were at the pool tables. I figured it was because it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, so I began shooting myself. About an hour later I saw this big biker dude walk into the place. He was about six foot and very muscular. He had semi-long brown hair and beard. He wore jeans and a leather jacket with a jean vest over it. When he walked to the bar to get a beer, I saw the local chapter name of the bike club he was in. He was a mean looking g

The Covid-19 pandemic lockdown had stretched from weeks to months with the reopening date constantly being pushed back. It seemed like the proverbial carrot on a stick that the horse could never reach.My roommate Keith and I were both on furlough and the walls for both of us were starting to close in. How much could you do in a very small two bedroom apartment? We were only nineteen and the only reason we could afford this place was that my aunt was our landlord and she kept the rent as low as she could for us.Aside from daily walks and the occasional trip to get essentials like groceries we were pretty much stuck at home. We tended to not walk together to give each other as much space as possible. We both had large laptops and shared a TV in our tiny living room. Sometimes several times a day, one of us would take our respective laptop and head to our room to be alone for a while. It was never actually discussed but we both knew what the other was doing behind closed doors. After a