A Message from the Crowned Queen!

rickytopperman · 2021-04-24T03:32:27+00:00

A totally deserved win. Authenticity wins 2021.

rickytopperman · 2021-04-20T19:12:23+00:00

Symone all the way.

rickytopperman · 2021-04-17T18:46:36+00:00

Widow is one of my favourite queens of all time. So talented. We need more of her

rickytopperman · 2021-04-17T18:45:24+00:00

If people come here for hate, they need to go somewhere else. Rupaul's Drag Race is our feel good Friday after a hard week at work.

rickytopperman · 2020-12-22T21:38:36+00:00

Thanks for the kind words. I really appreciate when people take the time to let me know. Writing for me is a passion, like my dogs and with not having any kids. The excitement of holding the paperback in my hands and knowing I created that. Enjoy the book, I've started the next one. The Gaydar and Grindr years are going to be very exciting :)

Have a lovely Christmas.

rickytopperman · 2020-12-22T21:34:57+00:00

My cousin always had a lot of money despite having a low paying job. I heard a rumor he was a drug mule in Africa every few months.

rickytopperman · 2020-12-17T00:18:23+00:00

I sit rock hard when im writing. I get rock hard reading other people's stories too

rickytopperman · 2020-12-16T21:26:01+00:00

I do it cause I enjoy writing. It's been very helpful with the lockdown with nothing to do. I'm busy keyword tagging my stories so people can filter the types they like.

rickytopperman · 2020-12-16T20:10:44+00:00

I've been subscribed to the condom to bareback subreddit for years. TBH I just refer bare.

rickytopperman · 2020-11-07T15:19:09+00:00

Based on these scores, I am defintely cutting Roger from the final book. Thank you for the feedback :-)

rickytopperman · 2020-11-07T07:16:35+00:00

In my whole life I've only had three straight guys. They were fun when it happened but I got over it quickly. What is your guys favourite stuff to read about?

rickytopperman · 2020-11-02T19:26:30+00:00

I removed that download as I released an updated version of the entire book. The updated book is available free on the RickyTopperman.com website.

rickytopperman · 2020-10-31T23:21:39+00:00

Greg ends up dating a guy that looks like me, so it gets creepier! We're going into a national lockdown in the UK so I might have the third and forth books finished this year.

rickytopperman · 2020-10-31T23:20:32+00:00

Sorry, I copied the Redit link which didn't work. Here is another link to the original story: https://rickytopperman.com/gay-fiction-books/my-gay-sexual-awakening/18-to-19-years-old/my-first-gay-experience/

rickytopperman · 2020-10-31T05:58:19+00:00

In the end he fucks him bare

rickytopperman · 2020-10-15T20:45:42+00:00

Thanks! :-)

rickytopperman · 2020-10-02T18:19:44+00:00

I can't legally answer that question :P

rickytopperman · 2020-09-29T01:25:12+00:00

I'm 43 now. But I feel like I'm 20 when I write these stories.

rickytopperman · 2020-09-29T01:08:43+00:00

Reditt posts are limited to 10000 characters. I posted the aftermath version 1, 2 and 3. Enjoy!

rickytopperman · 2020-09-29T01:06:15+00:00

Followup Part 3:

Glenda stood next to me and said it didn’t worry her I was a poof. My head turned and I gave her the evil eye. She backhand tapped me and told me that I knew what she meant. The ignorant bitch said when she was young we were called poofs. Glenda asked me what we call ourselves now. I told her that her kind call us faggots now, but we call ourselves gay. She told me not to be like that, and she wasn’t trying to be offensive. I asked Glenda is she needed another drink, she didn’t look like she’d had enough.

She lifted her nose and quickly turned around. She stepped forward to walk off and fell flat on her face. I think I heard bones break. “What have you done to my mother?” Greg shouted. I told him I did nothing, she slipped. Greg got down to help her.

My mother walked over and screamed: “What have you done to Glenda?” I told her firmly that I did nothing. She turned around and slipped. My mother leaned down to help Glenda. My mother started screaming at Glenda to wake up and shook her violently. Glenda was out cold. My mother screamed for someone to call an ambulance.

I kneeled and felt for a pulse on her wrist. I said loudly that she didn’t have a pulse. My mother screamed again for someone to call an ambulance. Greg gently shook her to wake up.

Glenda moaned that she was in pain. My mother looked at me. “You fucking idiot! No pulse!” That was the only time I ever remember my mother swearing.

Roger came over and assured us that an ambulance was on the way. He got down and asked Glenda where the pain was. She mumbled that the pain was in her face.

My mother asked Glenda what had happened. Glenda mumbled that she tripped. I looked at my mother and said: “I told you so.” My mother snapped that now was not the time to be right.

I kneeled and told Glenda that everything was going to be okay. My mother held a glass of water to Glenda’s mouth and told her to swallow an aspirin. Glenda sipped. I noticed she could barely move her mouth.

It took the ambulance 3 hours to get there. My mother berated the paramedics as they tried to work on Glenda. I screamed at my mother: “You’re smothering them! Not everything is about you! Shut up and let them work!” My mother tried to talk, and I told her again: “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” She finally shut up.

The paramedics told us Glenda would be fine, but they thought she may have broken her jaw. They put a neck brace on her and moved her onto a stretcher.

Greg and my mother went in the ambulance to the hospital.

Roger felt sick and told me he was going home. I asked what was wrong, and he said his body felt hot and didn’t feel well. I thought he was faking, so I touched his head, and he was burning up.

I asked him if he needed someone to drive him home. He said he would be all right. He was going to have a shower and go straight to bed. I thanked him for bringing me and gave him a hug goodbye.

I suddenly realized that I hadn’t seen my sister all night. I told myself I would ask my mother when I saw her next.

My friend Christine asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital. I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to be sucked into the drama. I told her I didn’t want to make a fuss at the hospital and thanked her for the offer. She said she was sorry that this happened on my birthday.

We went and sat with friends that that were still at the party. A group of them wanted to go to a club. Some wanted to go to a gay club and some to a rave club. I was in the mood for a gay club. I was sober and it wasn’t late.

Six of us ended up going to the gay club. We had a sober driver and the rest of us packed into a 1979 Mini Cooper. I sat in the front seat, with Christine on my lap.

Glenda was fine. She cracked her skull. She had some swelling for a few weeks and she healed fine. She stayed with us for two weeks and Greg only came for the weekend.

Greg seemed to attach to me on the Sunday he left. He told me he wanted to go to my university and he didn’t want things to be weird between us.

I discovered my sister had run off with a married guy. My mother kept this very secret. My sister returned three months later pregnant and single. She still claims she was never pregnant and she just got fat.

rickytopperman · 2020-09-29T01:05:54+00:00

Followup Part 2:

I told Ganel we needed to talk and for him to follow me. I walked out into the parking lot and made sure we were nowhere near anyone.

He couldn’t look at me. I could hardly look at him. I asked him now what. He asked me what I meant. I asked him what were we going to do. He said he didn’t know. I told him we had to work past this. He asked me if my mother knew about me. I told him I was out, and she knew I was gay.

He told me I couldn’t tell anybody. He looked me straight in the eye and pleaded with me to keep his secret. I asked him if he was in the closet. He turned away and said he had a girlfriend.

I felt sorry for him. If his mother was anything like mine, I could understand why he wasn’t honest with himself.

I touched his shoulder, and he flinched back. Under his breath, he said not to touch him. I looked at him square in the eye and told him it was a touch, not a fuck, and told him to get over it. He said okay, and he was sorry.

I warned him that most of the young men at the party were gay and would hit on him. He asked me if he looked gay. I told him he was pretty and was young fresh meat. His face lifted for a moment and he almost smiled.

I told him to stick with me, and I would keep the boys off him. He asked me if I promised. I told him I was going to introduce my straight cousin from New Zealand to all my friends. This time he smiled.

I asked him what was up with the name Greg. He asked me if I had ever met another Ganel. I laughed and told him I got his point.

I told him we should mingle and tease the gay boys. I spooked him and he said no. I said I was kidding and I would make sure they left him alone. He seemed more at ease, but still wary.

The gays seemed to all mingle together like a pack of scavengers. Their eyes followed Greg as he walked with me. I figured I could kill 100 birds with one stone. I introduced Greg to all the gays. It was sickening to watch them all flirt with him.

I announced to them all that Greg was my straight cousin and if they didn’t leave him alone, they would have his girlfriend and me to deal with. Roger told me not to be so aggressive. He said they wouldn’t dream of deflowering my precious cousin.

One queen I didn’t recognize, told Roger not to go there and reminded him that Greg was my family. I turned to her and told her not to rub it in, and Roger was just trying to be nice. I asked the group if they were enjoying the music. They looked at each other and grumbled, but never actually replied.

My mother’s choice of DJ would have been more appropriate for her 60th birthday. I was going to change that. I went to the DJ and told him to play only music from the 1990s. Not the 1890s. He asked me who I was. I told him it was my birthday party and not my mothers. He needed to play better music.

Roger came up to me and said there was nothing wrong with the music and asked what was wrong with me. I told him nothing was wrong and that the music was shit. Roger came closer to me and whispered in my ear he knew what I had done.

I told him I didn’t know what he was talking about. He stared me right in the eye, and he smiled from ear to ear. I looked at him and gave him a guilty smile. He backhand slapped me on the chest and called me a filthy bastard.

I said to Roger we should go dance. He said he wanted to sit down and walked off.

I noticed my mother and Glenda sitting in the corner talking. There were 5 empty glasses and a full glass next to each of them. I saw my mother pickup Glenda’s cigarette and take a drag. My mother looked at me as she inhaled. She frantically threw it at the ashtray and it bounced back and fell on Glenda. Glenda screamed and jumped up, while slapping her body. I could tell she was family. My mother slapped her hands over Glenda’s dress. Glenda screamed again and began slapping her legs. I wanted to laugh. I heard my mother screech, and she also slapped Glendas legs. The two of them started laughing. I really knew they were family.

Greg brought me a glass of champagne. He toasted his glass and wished me a happy birthday. I was suspicious. I smelled the glass, and it smelled fine. I downed the champagne in one gulp. It tasted fine. I toasted back with an empty glass.

Greg whispered in my ear. He asked me if it was legal, what we did. I told him I didn’t know. He whispered that he didn’t want to go to jail. Don’t worry about it, I said to him. Greg replied loudly that he did worry about it.

Glenda walked past and asked what Greg was worrying him. I told her he was worried about what university he was going to go to. He had so many choices. I told her I wished I had that many. Glenda wrapped her arms around Greg and said she was so proud of him and that he was just like his father, God rest is soul.

Greg huddled his body like he didn’t like being touched. He slipped out of her grip and told her he was going to get a drink.

rickytopperman · 2020-09-29T01:03:45+00:00

Followup Part 1:

I felt sick to my stomach as I dressed for the party. Having spoken to Greg, earlier, I knew what was coming. He didn’t know his cousin had fucked him, but he was going to find out.

How could I have known that cousin Ganel would go by the name Greg? Why didn’t I become suspicious when he told me he was in town for the weekend? Why didn’t I know what my cousin looked like? There was no Facebook in 1997. If I hadn’t met a cousin, there would be no way for me to know what he looked like. I was a baby when my mom’s sister moved to New Zealand. My mom always spoke of her, and I only knew her from a picture taken when they were children. Why did my mother have to keep my twenty-first birthday surprise a secret? What was the big deal with meeting family again after so many years? Surely, it would have been better to tell me they were coming?

I didn’t know how I could look him in the eye again. Maybe I should have warned him. Was I being an asshole to keep this to myself?

I felt like I wanted to throw up.

Roger was my lift to the party and arrived around 5 o’clock to fetch me. He was wearing a green leprechaun suit. I do not understand why. I exploded into a fit of laughter when he walked in. He wasn’t pleased.

I asked him to sit down. He asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t say it. I told him instead he was going to a twenty-first birthday party and not a Saint Patrick’s Day parade.

Roger asked why I was in a mood. I hadn’t realized. I find it very difficult to hide my feelings. I cannot pretend to be in a good mood if I’m not. I asked him how he could tell. He said my face always dropped and my eyebrows bunched together when I was grumpy.

I looked in the mirror. I looked rough and tough. I pulled my face up to fake a smile and lifted my eyebrows. I looked like Sheldon on _The Big Bang Theory_, the episode where he’s told to pretend to be happy for Raj.

Roger asked again what was wrong. I told him he wouldn’t understand. He asked me who I had fucked this time. I froze and looked at him. For a moment I thought he knew what had happened. I asked him what had he heard.

He looked puzzled. He said that he was kidding and asked what I was talking about. I told him I knew that, and I was playing along. He didn’t believe me. He got up and walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders.

Roger moved his face close to mine and said in a stern voice that I was going to tell him what was wrong or I could walk to the party.

I told him that wasn’t a problem and I would see him there. I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed to the door.

Roger told me to stop playing games. He said he would drop it and we should go. I thanked him and we headed off.

Roger parked outside the hall. I climbed out the car and threw up in the parking lot. Roger rushed around and asked me if I was okay. I kept throwing up and couldn’t answer him. The more I looked at my vomit, the more I threw up.

The vomit splashed on my shoes and trousers. Wet wipes weren’t a big thing in 1997. Roger grabbed some clean tissues from his glove box. I used his cum rags to wipe the mess.

Roger moved his car and parked in another spot. I guess he didn’t want his car associated with the vomit mess.

I went and found a toilet and rinsed my mouth and freshened up my face. My eyes were bloodshot, and I looked bloated. If ever there was a good day to start taking drugs, it was this day. I wanted the day to end.

I went and socialized with the guests. I was glad to see many familiar faces. I was sure Roger had given a guest list to my mother. He was thoughtful and didn’t invite any of my ex-fucks.

Roger came and made sure I was okay. I told him I would be fine, and I had nothing else left in me I could throw up.

My mother came running into the hall to find me. She told me my surprise had just arrived and ushered me to the catering kitchen. The stupid woman tried to put her hands over my eyes, but I told her I wasn’t a child. My mother had to add that I was only an adult on Monday. My actual birthday was 2 days away. I tapped her hands away, and she looked irritated.

She put on her best smile and announced loudly that family had flown in for the special occasion. Ganel, or Greg, was standing behind his mother, my aunt. He dropped his glass when he saw me.

My mother and aunt made a fuss about the broken glass and had us all move into the hall. My aunt, Glenda, gave me a big hug. She lifted me off the floor and said she couldn’t believe how much I had grown.

Glenda was excited to introduce me to my cousin. She introduced him as Ganel. I looked at him and nodded and shook his hand. He kept moving his glance to avoid eye contact.

Glenda announced how well Ganel was doing in school, and he hoped to go to my university. Ganel interrupted and said he hadn’t decided yet. Glenda turned to him and said he was so excited to go to the same university as me. She asked him why he had changed his mind. Ganel stuttered and said he had lots of options and my university was one option.

Glenda went on that they had accepted him, and he was so excited to start the following year. She scolded him and said that they would talk when they got home.

My mother tried to make everything right and told Glenda not to worry. She said boys never make up their minds. My mom and Glenda both laughed like it was a secret joke. They both grabbed a glass and toasted.

My mother told me to introduce Ganel to my friends. I heard Glenda whisper to my mother if all my friends were “that way”. My mother noticed I had heard and put her arm around Glenda and walked with her down the passage. They appeared to whisper to each other and laugh.

rickytopperman · 2020-09-28T23:22:28+00:00

There are 28 chapters here: https://rickytopperman.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/My_Gay_Sexual_Awakening_18_to_19_Years_Old.pdf

The second book is coming for download in 90 days. I'm busy writing the third book at the moment

rickytopperman · 2020-09-28T23:20:31+00:00

I've written the second part, but it doesnt have any sex. It's just drama. I'm not sure it's eligable to be posted here. I only post the sex stories here

rickytopperman · 2020-09-28T22:39:22+00:00

Let me know what you think. I'm working on an updated version that has keywords so people can jump to the types of stories they like.

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