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 I ask you a question without you taking it the wrong way' was one o...
I was spared more humiliation after telling Ms. Lin from my seat that I had nothing to add, but I think she might have known my secret for why I was pinned to the desk. Class mercifully ended and I headed back to my dorm. Clark was gone but a pair of his boxers was strewn across the floor. I normally passed them without a second-glance, or with a hint of a...
My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the torture of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy. Lucky for me,...
Chapter 5: "That night I saw through all the magic" (from Death of a Hero by Alec Benjamin) Caleb sat at one of the benches just by the front entrance and watched everyone pass him by. He waited, digging his shoes into the cobblestone walkway while looking out for Liam's Charger. He'd been greeted this morning by a text from him, feeling like he could mel...
Remember when you were 10 or 11, and your buddies double-dog dared you to jump off the high diving board at the local swimming pool? Well, something like that happened to me recently, and it was the most incredible erotic experience of my life. I still can't believe I did it, but I guess if you climb up on the board often enough, eventually you'll throw ca...
This story was difficult for me to write. Not because there's violence or anger. I've done that before. Not because it's dark, although it is. This isn't the first thing I wrote that you weren't supposed to giggle or rub your way through. It has the good v. evil struggle that some writers explore, although I'm not sure, in this case, how good "good" is, or w...
Alex and Callum headed back up the elevator of their four-story apartment building, both incredibly drunk and giggling at various dumb jokes they batted back and forth. It was that kind of mood. They'd spent the night puddle-jumping around neighborhood dives that were all doing big celebrations and green beer festivities for St. Patrick's Day. For two guys...
Ch. 01: Mixed drinks and mixed feelings Ryan looked around the crowded room, desperately trying to spot a familiar face in the sea of college kids. He hated going to parties where he didn't know anyone- a pet peeve compounded by the fact that it would be like this for a few weeks. After minutes of searching, he saw only a few people he recognized from his c...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** ***Chapter 1*** There was only one other car in front of the Hudson's house. Brock was slightly disappointed to see it was his wife's red Audi in the driveway and not his son's black Honda by the curb. Oh well, he thought, having some father son bonding was difficult during the...
I hate labels. I don't consider myself gay. Hell, I don't even think of myself as bi, either. Slightly bent? Straight with a slight curve? Fuck if I know because I love sex with women. Really, I do, except I've had a dick or two inside my mouth, too. So, what does that make me? Before Todd, I never thought much about it. Best to think of myself as a horny ba...