At Eighteen years and three months old my mind only ever focused on two things. Football and sex. Not that I was having any sex. Some of my friends were no longer virgins well they claimed not to be, but word on the around town was that putting my dick into a vagina would solve all my problems. My best friend Trim and I were in the same boat. All we wanted...
The night was getting long. The giant antique clock at the far end of the long room where Shailesh has his cabin chimed 1 am quietly. At the office reception foyer unopened dinner packets ordered by a few employees were lying unattended. The exceedingly sexually attractive receptionist with an appropriately seductive husky voice, over whom most men in the of...
I had a concussion and was kept in for twenty-four hours for observation to ensure that I was ok. I was more embarrassed than anything else, having paid no attention to the road and daydreaming about Dan fucking me. Cal found it highly amusing, eventually, after the initial scare. He picked me up and took me home. He didn't seem at all bothered that I had me...
Steve released my arms from the overhead chains. Man, it felt good to get my arms down again. He pulled them behind my back and fastened the cuffs together. Removing the chains that held my ankles, he demanded, "On your knees, faggot." "Now, you're gonna learn that I own you. I own your faggot ass. I own your faggot cock. I own your faggot mouth. You're gon...
With additional editing and ideas by The Pecman The fat fuck was all over me, holding me to the bed and running his tongue up and down my torso, his stinking fuckin’ breath choking me every time he came near my face. I tried calling out, but he knew it was coming and slapped a hand over my mouth. “Now you listen good, punk,” he hissed in my ear. “You ma...
I want to thank my editor for challenging me to stretch my boundaries. They prefer to be nameless right now, but they know how to challenge me to stretch my mind and learn more about writing that I ever dreamed. * * * * * In the 10 years that they'd been taking this trip, this was the shittiest hunting either of them had ever suffered through. They'd been...
(With much affection for Tracy, friend of deep value, who, with eloquence and wisdom, inspired this story so much, she should be listed as the main writer; the good ideas used here are hers, the less than good ones are mine, as are all the flaws) We lived in a cull-de-sac for this last day. Love had had its way with us and we were ending. We didn't look at...
Accentuating the positive... The morning after the night before did not mean a hangover for me. The last thing I wanted is for the bloody mobile to awaken me at 6am. It was a strange number too, I should have turned it off before I dozed off but, as soon as I hit the pillow, I was off.. "Sammy here, how's you Pete?" "How did you get my number?" "I wrote...
Sorry about my hiatus. My computer was in the shop. So I've had this chapter done for a while actually. This chapter is actually very sad...but after this it will get happier. But not like an immediate thing. This probably will have many chapters because Alezai can't have a quick and happy romance and I think you guys can understand that right? So without an...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...