"Evan Trevorrow is gay." Afraid that it was probably a trick of my eye, I read the line again, and again, and again. The words didn't change. I looked up only to see Sam looking to me with a look of equal shock on her face. Somehow it took that long for my brain to finally piece together what I had just read and the implications of it. Evan had just been ou...
With a tip of the hat to JAMES12755, who loves tattoos When I got out of the Army, I went out on a high, so to speak. As a member of a Special Forces team, I enjoyed not only the duty itself--always in the thick of it, behind enemy lines, flying to this hot spot or that revolution--but I was proud of myself. I did my duty, served my country, maybe saved...
"He's late." "I know." "Did you call him?" "Home and cell, yeah. No answer." "He's been late every fucking day." "I know, Chad." Chad pursed his purple glossed lips. "Well, Mr. Know-It-All, maybe you can tell me just how the fuck we're supposed to record without a fucking singer!" Kier sighed. Chad wasn't telling him anything he didn't already know. A...
February 2010 "Justin tells me you'll take cock for fifty dollars." The massively muscular dark chocolate Tulane all-American fullback, dressed only in athletic shorts, showing off the physique of a god, completely filled the doorway of the small basement bedroom in the Alpha Tau fraternity house. He was leaning against one side of the door frame, his musc...
Starting with this penultimate chapter? What you missed in the 12 prior chapters: Adrian gave up smoking when his friend Laura said that if he did, he could fuck her arse three months later. But since then, he's got together with Dan, an online date Laura found him to help distract from his cravings. Eventually Dan found out about Ade's agreement with Lau...
Dillon threw himself towards Jamie, taking them both to the ground as glass showered the room. Mitch wasted no time following suit. Dillon tensed as he heard another shot being fired at almost the same instant, this one different in pitch. Worse though, was the silence that came afterwards. He looked to Jamie. “Are you all right?” “I’m not hurt, just pisse...
[[Be forewarned, this is not a straight-to-smut story. I myself prefer plot-driven stories, so that's what I write. Any and all comments welcome ^_^ and yes I know the title sucks, my creativity dies when confronted with story names]] * "I hate that son of a bitch." Marshall ground out, glaring at the tall, dark-haired man two desks over. His back slumped...
A repost to fix the lack of a condom that many people pointed out to me. A massive thank you to the people in the Feedback forum for helping me fix a couple of things in this. * Max Field was not a happy bunny. It was pitch black, fucking freezing and it had just started raining really, really hard. Oh, and he was outside in this. With nothing even vaguely...
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...
*I just want to say that I am SO sorry for the delay on all of my stories. It's been a busy semester and I've just gotten off for Winter Break. Thank you for waiting, and here is the next chapter of Tenderness! All characters are 18+* --------DANIEL-------- I'm not much of a morning person. When I was roused to a very sluggish state of semi-consciou...