Romeo had just turned 18 years old and he was still struggling with his sexuality. He was a very pretty boy who looked more like a girl than a young man. Because of his physical attributes many of his classmates assumed he was gay. As such girls were not attracted to him and many of the boys mocked him. Romeo was striking in his own way with dark curly hair...
This story is my first submission. If you don't like the game of golf, be warned... ***** I stood on the tee box looking out across the 1st fairway, wondering where everyone else was on such a beautiful afternoon. High stratus clouds pulled long and wispy, a steady breeze, 72 degrees and low humidity. The many shades of green painted against the deep blue...
This draft completed early January 2007 *This is a work of fiction, blah blah blah. Any resemblances to reality are purely coincidental, blah blah blah. * Smoke curled upwards from the man's cigar like a wayward sailboat at sea. A glass of tea sat in front of him, ornamented with a lemon. Slowly he raised the cigar to his lips and took a deep drag, held...
Author's notes: Thanks to all that have sent me anonymous and public feedback about this series. I like to know whether what I'm writing rings true and what people really think. * I spent the night being woken every hour by torchlight in my eyes, as Neill checked to see if my pupils dilated evenly, to ensure I didn't have a brain injury. At 4 a.m., we deci...
The next morning - the morning after first meeting Peter, I awoke in my bed. I lay there a while thinking about what had happened the day before. I didn't feel entirely comfortable with myself; it had all felt so good at the time but now I was having worries. 'Does this mean that I am gay?' 'What if he tells people what had happened?' I knew he wouldn't, but...
He came to me in the night. It was always in the night. In the daylight we both pretended that there was no nightly visitation. But he was highly sexed, and since my mom died, he came to me often at night. He waited until I'd turned eighteen, but after that, he came for me. "Dad . . ." I murmured, still only half awake. "Shush. Take this." I was on my bac...
Hey everyone! Finally back with the fifth episode of the series! And a big thanx once again to all those people who keep mailing me! Love all my fans! You keep me going! And a note here, my college re opens this week so the last two episodes are going to be a bit slow in coming. Please be patient, I will finish the story as promised. Ok, now with all that...
Chapter 7: Out of a Storybook An astonished cry that was meant to be "Jane!" escaped my lips, but it was muffled by the tape over my mouth. She walked over to the bed where I could see her in a better light. I was still dizzy from being knocked out, but a closer look told me the truth. This was not Jane. Sure, it was the same long, flowing hair, the same wa...
“Evan Thomas Alexander! What are you doing?” Shit. Shit. SHIT. My mother had come into my bedroom while Brian and I were in bed together. I had to think of something. Fast! “Mom, I-I can explain this!” Yes, that was brilliant. I don’t think she heard me. She kept shouting and screaming. “You’re in bed with a man! My God in Heaven! Why, Evan, why!?” Bria...
The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...