Alright, I admit I might not be as straight as I thought. I might be a little gay... maybe. Or bisexual. Yeah, I'm probably bi. It's this stupid Ian who's messing with my head. That's totally what it is. "You just think about it alright? I'll see you after school." That's what he said at lunch after he gave me mind-blowing head and practically told me I co...
Let us take a breather from the kabuki of this January, an intermission of sorts. Let me show you how Brandon and I have sharpened our own knives with our eyes wide open for four years since we were in high school before stabbing each other now. "Echoes start as a cross in you, Trembling noises that come too soon Spatial movement which seems to you, Resona...
I'm baaaaaaaaack and I'm so sooooooooooo sorry for my long ass hiatus. Lots of love to those readers that emailed and stuck with me. Its summer now and I will be updating like crazy (I hope). Just had a really busy year but I won't go into that. As for story updates, these are eth stories that will be continued. Gilded in Gold, The Dark in Your Blue Eyes...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Kevin peels the size thirteen work boot from his foot and drops it to the floor, his socks are mashed to the soles of his feet from the long hours at the site. He is finished framing the latest cookie cutter house in the new subdivision of Stony Ridge and almost ready to mo...
A note: just a reminder from the last chapter - this is set at least 10 years ago. I would love comments - I really want to improve my writing but need feedback to be able to tell what is/isn't working. Thanks for reading and please rate if you enjoy it. ***** Brookes implemented new programs that were far more fun, and voluntary, than the old ones. With...
Oh. Hell. No. I had inconsistently spent the last two days looking through boxes in my garage, boxes in the back of my closet, old duffel bags, and every dark corner that I normally try to avoid. Somehow I just knew that damn box was sitting on its pretty little ass in the attic. Why the attic? Because that's where things go to be forgotten. That is, until m...
A/N: Three years later. Wow. Your comments have caused me to fall back into this story. No excuses here; let's get on with it! _________ "I didn't ruin the barbeque, did I?" "No," Grayson chuckles. I hear beeping on his end of the line. "I just wish I were there before things got out of hand." I haven't moved from my bed since I woke up two hours ago. A...
As I walked up the stairs into the community center, I kicked the snow off my boots and pulled my cap and gloves off and shoved them into my pocket. I saw the "TOY DROP OFF" sign and followed the arrow down the hall. I walked up to the table with the bag containing the three toys I had bought. I didn't have a lot myself, but I always felt that it was import...
Chapter 1 It all started on an unusually balmy autumn Chicago day near the Buckingham fountain replica in Grant park. Jeff was polishing off the final greasy bites of a Vie-enna chili cheese polish sausage, hurrying because he had only seven minutes remaining of his stingy half-hour lunch, when a figure sped by on a bike. Merely a flash he barely saw, but...
A story about Jeff Cable, who was a young man growing up on a farm outside of Malone, New York back in the late 60's and early 70's, and how his curious nature educated him in many ways. *** It was just a blurb in the local paper hidden on the bottom of the obituaries page, and since the man who had passed away in Florida had retired many years ago with hi...