i. Inside the cell, on the top bunk, a heart shaped box of pink mints lay on the naked stained mattress. A note next to the box said, "Be my girl". The guard looked from the note to Kyle's pretty face. Kyle knew he was in trouble. "Welcome to Purgatory, boy," the guard said with a smile fit for Hells' gatekeeper. He slammed the heavy cell door, leaving Kyl...
Author's note 1: This is part two of a spinoff of the incest story "Operation Fuck Me Daddy" and the second part of a trilogy. While it's not necessary to read the incest story first (it would be nice if you did), it is VERY necessary to read London Calling Part One. There's no incest in this story. This is the first gay male story that I've written, and I h...
The boy had no real name. He was the tanner's get, below even the whore's runts, responsible for soaking the hides in urine. The tanner called the child "Boy," long after the boy had left childhood behind. The town was large enough that most forgot to which tannery the young man belonged; everyone called him "the tanner's boy" for so long that it became his...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
My gifts that I had purchased from Mr. Levitz were a resounding success with my uncle and Will. One of the gifts, though, had unforeseen consequences that caused me no end of unsettlement for a few days. I believe my uncle was unused to being given presents, so strong were his feelings. He praised the Venetian glass set and insisted that it top the sideboar...
Journal entry: July 5th, 1979 How has it come to this? I always thought I knew what I was capable of. And yet here I am planning this. Have I gone slightly mad and no one thought to tell me? Why have none of my friends clued me in? Freddie, Brian, Roger, John ... where were you guys when this insanity began to take hold of me? Why did not one of you tell me...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === Pulling out of the car park after meeting Cameron, I couldn't help but marvel at how much nerve he must have. Imagine going back to a stranger's flat and rimming him while his mates looked on! The idea of doing something like that myself was more than a little titillating and could form the...
Chapter Twelve - It's A First Time For Me, Too They were looking at one another over the bathroom sink, as they were meticulously brushing their teeth to go to bed. It was something so familiar in that, and Johnny could feel his chest trying to expand way beyond its means, and it hurt a little, but, more importantly, he could not remember why it was all so...
Thank you to those who sent comments. :) +{Lincoln's Pride}+ Part 5 "So you remember everything from the file I gave you about my family? You studied well, little cub?" Mr. Hamad asked as the black Mercedes glided down a narrow highway across the desert floor towards a series of sparkling white towers. "I think so, sir. You have four older brothers but...
Edited by: MizTake - Thanks for all your help! ***** This was our second loss in row and the coach was pissed. He yelled at the entire team but the captain and I were the only ones he told to stay behind while everyone else went in the showers. "What's with you, Jackson??" The coach yelled at me. He could at least use my first name, Sam, like a normal pe...