"I shouldn't be here." I tell myself. Standing outside the bar, garish neon lights blinking slowly in my face, I shiver and almost leave. It's loud inside - people laughing and a blare of music trying to drown everyone out. I'm standing about 15 feet away by a dead lamp post. Watching. A somewhat steady stream of people in and out, various states of dress. V...
When Steve woke, he instinctively checked his phone to see the time, frowning internally as he saw it was time to get up to get to work. Then his mind caught up with itself, and he remembered where he was. Rolling over, he saw the bulk of Phil lying next to him, breathing steadily as he slept. The light cotton sheets had been thrown off him, leaving one tann...
I'm in no mood for games tonight. I'm horny, and I want to fuck you hard, Kyleen, and make you scream and cry. I yank your shirt over your head and pull your pants off, leaving you wearing just your red silky girly G-string. I kick off my pants, and then I step behind you, pull my cock out of the slot in the front of my boxer shorts, and start rubbing my dic...
Fan theories have abounded for months. No Grindr message from Porter (too convenient, are you kidding me?) - certainly not Henry, which is just absurd. Alex? Too fresh, too soon. No, instead the most elusive test answer: Option D: None of the above. Colby. Colby from 8th grade health class, who had relentlessly bullied me. You know, despite my whole awkwa...
Jace: I was late for work when I bumped into him, well actually I bumped into his very angry body guard. Who grabbed me and nearly flung me into a wall, trying to get me away from his boss. I didn't hit the wall but I did fall to the ground on all fours and all my papers and charts scattered across the sidewalk and one of them would have ended up in the roa...
From: Ryan Kane To: Zach Hudson Date: Sat. October 29, 2005 Subject: Aaarrrrgh! So Trisha wasn't kidding. I went to the midwife with her (and scored a lot of points for it, at least). She's def. pregnant. I actually agree with you though. I doubt it was a real accident. But that's not the kid's fault, is it? I've decided I'm going to do the right thing a...
The knock came again, louder this time—three sharp raps. Here I stood, dried come matting the hair on my chest and stomach, and a visitor at the door. I thought at first to ignore the interruption; probably a peddler or Jehovah's Witness—at 7:45 a.m.? But an instinct crept upon me, something inside telling me that this was no intrusion. I made my way silentl...
Content/trigger warning: This story contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. 1. JESSE The dead grass is limp and soft under my bare feet, and I hum a little to myself despite the crippling summer heat. Crippling summer humidity, I corr...
Abdi'el's eyes widen as they meet Bridge's. "A long; long time ago when the Earth was new and her people old; men came from the stars," Bridge says in a soft, dreamy voice; all the while stroking Abdi'el's face with his head tilted to one side. "They built a beautiful city and bases for their armies who were fighting a war that was none of our business. We s...
Hair: black, long, straight as the trajectory of sinking moon on a hot summer night. Face: young, narrow eyes, stubbled, tanned by the sun of unwholesome lusts. Chest: narrow, hard, graven like pale stone. Jeans: faded, ripped, packed full where it matters. The smoke swirls and he looms in the door like a bone in the soup of desire. Behind him the night is...