Micah lay in the bed of the motel room he'd rented and stared at the ceiling. It was time for him to get up and get ready to meet his cousin, but all he could do was remember the man, Simon, he met at the club two nights ago. The taste of him still tingled on Micah's tongue, as though he'd only fed from the man moments ago. He had never – never – tasted anyt...
"Can you let me see it?" Father Paul asked. "My, my, what a very nice, big one." Luther stood shyly at the church door at the end of mass while Father Paul took the picture the young man had been drawing during his homily from his hand and examined it with an interest that didn't seem too feigned. Luther had trouble sitting through the church service. He al...
DAY TWO On Friday morning Jake started to stir as he slowly woke up dreaming that Brent was sucking on his dick. Jake reached for his cock and found the soft hair on the head that was bobbing up and down. Jake opened his eyes when he realized he wasn't dreaming and looked down at Brent who was sucking his cock. Brent was giving Jake an incredible blow job a...
It was late at night and I was walking the streets down near the docks. Because that's where they hang out. Down near the docks. Yeah. They were here all right. All around me. I could practically smell them. The smell of 'gay.' There was one standing in a doorway. There was one on the corner, looking across the avenue at the dark river. They were all so ca...
Hey everyone! I started writing this a while ago and now I'm curious to see how it ends, so enjoy! There's a bit of Gaelic in it but I won't go crazy on you. Cion's full name is Cionaodh which is pronounced key OH na. The shorter version is just Key an. * Cionaodh Malloy stepped out of the lorry and made his way to the cliff which looked out over the Atla...
The alarm blared and I woke suddenly, my mind leaping from sleep to awareness in an instant as it always did. I smiled as I remembered the night before and realised neither of us had moved an inch all night. Oliver's head was on my chest and my arms wrapped around him. I carefully freed one of my arms to thump at the alarm until it stopped. I felt Oliver's f...
Pelaam October 2007. Christophe felt the tear that trickled slowly down his cheek, but was unable to wipe it away. Nor could he shout to summon help, even if any would hear or heed his cry. He was cold, alone, terrified and helpless. As evening had fallen on the night of All Hallows' his elders, led by the itinerant priest, had marched him to be tied to the...
Hey guys! I know it's been almost a month since I last posted, but this chapter's been ready for more than two weeks, I just didn't have time to post for personal reasons, but I'll try to start posting more regularly now. "Oh god, Steven!" moaned Danny as I pushed into him. "Yes! Oh god, yes!" I bit my lip and groaned. His hole was so tight, and it w...
Jeremy reshouldered his bulky camera bag and wound his way to the back staircase that led to the basement of Wilson Hall. He had two hours free, and with luck the darkroom would be his alone during that time. He took a mostly forgotten stairway so he could avoid passing through the student publication offices. He wished that the basement didn't make him so...
Chapter 41: Thirst For Help A van drives in the dark road, bypassing thick trees on either side of the, with only the moon as a source of light, as the headlights of the vehicle are shut off. "Are we there yet?" Came a light voice. "Hell if I know," Answered a deeper voice, "She only said to keep moving until we find a large block. Dudn't she know from bu...