It's Only Me from Across the Sea

This author has contributed to our Writing Masterclass

I was inspired to write stories by reading those written by several authors. One of the first I wrote to was Rick Beck, way back in the 1990s.

My main inspiration has been the young Chicago writer who goes by the name of Comicality. His encouragement and friendship has started me writing about young love, forbidden love.

I am grateful to him, and will be for ever in his debt.

Each of the stories has a history. Each of them has a vision that inspired it. I've created a set of background notes for you to see exactly what was in my mind before I put finger to keyboard.

In addition, as you'll see from the notes, there have been boys in my life who have inspired the stories. Some of these I was at school with. I've put a Rogues Gallery together with those I have pictures of. They're old extracts from school photographs. There's even a poll to vote for your favourite boy.

I dedicate my stories to all those boys who have loved other boys, and who have gloried in that love, whether returned or not.

Young Love, by Ed Freeman

Chris and Nigel


John, the object of my infatuation This story is dedicated to John, the imperfect boy whom I fell for totally and for ever in September 1965 and never told until May 2001, regrettably by letter, not in person [I was, of course, rejected by being ignored]. We were both thirteen when I fell in love with him.

"John, without loving you, I could not have written this tale, nor become the man that I am. The story is of my undying love for you, even though you never knew. You, John, made me feel alive when we were in school, and, though you never knew, I hope you somehow felt loved. I am for ever in your debt."

This story is not about me and him. It is about two other boys entirely. But it was nice to dream while writing it

Book 1 - France and Beyond

Book 2 - Back to School

Book 3 - Abusive Behaviour

Dramatis Personae

Or, to put it another way, who's in it!

What people are saying about Chris and Nigel

I'm proud of the comments I've been receiving. So I added this section on 5 March 2000.

My vision of Chris and Nigel

I have, at last, found a picture that is not pornographic and is worthy of my two heroes. My vision of Nigel is in Chris's arms. This is as they first met, if met is the right word, in France.

Nice Try!

Like all my short stories it's an experiment, and, like all my stories, there are background notes about it.

Short Stories

"Hello Buoys!"

[A series of occasional vignettes, almost certainly only six]

The best date one can work out for this tale is that it is set 'round about now', or broadly the year it has been published, that is 2017. It's fiction, though. No real businesses are depicted in this tale except where stated in this notice, though some seem very real, nor does the story portray real people. The sport of sailing? That is represented faithfully. The Royal Yachting Association (RYA) is a well respected management, training, and certification body administering sailing and motorboating in the UK. Every attempt has been made to represent it correctly and in the light of excellence it would wish. The GP14 Class Association is treated similarly. The author has a fondness for the design of dinghy having both learnt to sail in it and taught sailing in it. The RNLI is a hugely professional charitable organisation of almost 100% volunteer lifeboat crews. It is an organisation very dear to the heart of the author. It makes a brief appearance and is represented correctly as an equal opportunities organisation. If you want to find out more about each organisation please use a search engine

Sometimes life gets a little tough. Or a sentiment is evoked, or help is needed. We have a small community of friends here, and you are invited: to come as a friend, to watch as a friend, to join in as a friend, to become "permanent", or to flit through our lives. The choice is yours.

Drop by the community and see for yourself. From small beginnings, large friendships and support can blossom.