Copyright Neonurotic The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. # "Can you get me a latté?" "Sure," he said, knowing they still had more...
In Part 12... Joe completes his move in with Doug and DJ We learn what is happening at Southside Drug and Pharmacy DJ learns the art of decorating for Christmas Doug makes a sad confession to DJ DJ Part 12 It's Friday evening, November 24th, Jamie has to work until 11:00 PM and DJ and I both get off at 9:00. Typically DJ would go to the pizzeria on a F...
Why can't I stop thinking about Adam? Why is it that whenever my focus strays, thoughts of him become magnetic? If I let myself drift, whole minutes pass by where I'm just envisioning the shape of his lips, or the glint in that thin, simple necklace of his. It's not even the memory of the sex we had that I keep coming back to. Although it was reinvigorating,...
I had fun on Friday with Kyle and Eric, though I still didn't dance. Eric suggested I try talking to somebody, but that didn't happen, either. Well, okay, his exact words were, "The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." Still no go, any way you cut it. Keith called me Sunday, and told me how he broke up with the guy he had been seeing...
I had just finished taking Frank's first load of the morning and then chased it down by swallowing my own load of cum. I sat back on my heels and looked up at Frank wondering what was coming next. "C'mon with me," he said, getting up from the bed and making his way into the en-suite bathroom. I followed like a little puppy after its master. Frank made his w...
Chapter 13: Empty Handed Football season had come and gone, but Rob still worked out every morning to stay in shape. He had decided that he was going to major in Kinesiology. This semester he was taking Anatomy, which was consuming a majority of his time. I tried to help him study, but he said I was a distraction, a good distraction, but a distraction none-...
Author's Note: There will be some mild bondage in this chapter. *** Arthur thought he knew how to keep things to himself, and that's what he decided to do. Don't say anything. Don't do anything. Just continue to exist as if nothing weird happened. He often told himself, "A bartender might've cut himself. Maybe a maid got a nosebleed. It's nothing. Blood...
Despite the fascinating, urban resort-like rooms that Arthur got to hang out in, despite the good food and the pleasant conversations, and the tours, the next five days were mostly tedious. Sometimes, he got to sit outside in one of the courtyards. He'd always see an uninterrupted sky when he looked up, not a tree in sight. Other times, Vince rolled Arthur...
*"Ah, the laughter of the lovers As they run through the night Leaving nothing for the others But to choose off and fight And tear at the world with all their might While the ships bearing their dreams Sail out of sight."* * While Daniel was upset he'd had to leave his old clinic behind, he realized now was the time to pursue what he really wanted out of...
*Direct continuation of Onus 2. Warning for darker content. All characters are 18+* *** Soft. Warm. The blanket was heavy, and smooth. A thick comforter, like the kind I had when I was living with my mama. I was on my side. I could see, because I was naked. I could dimly see from the patches on my upper back. I could see the dim shape of a man against...