He doesn't know I've been watching him back. I feel badly about it most days; I watch him get shoved out of the way, I watch his books get smacked out of his hand, and I watch his underwear get pulled so far out of his pants it's a wonder the fabric doesn't rip. Part of me wants to interfere and consequences be damned, but the other part of me gets irritate...
The bright sunlight hit my face as Amanda slid the curtains from the windows. I moaned and pulled the covers over my head. I wanted to sleep. Last night had been like the many nights since that dreadful day when I had lost my parents in the car crash. The screams, the horror and the guilt kept returning to me every night. I couldn't sleep and would lie awake...
Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it...
I gave my cat a stroke before gently shoving it over and sitting next to it on my sofa. It gave a meow of complaint but obviously wasn't too bothered as it soon curled its paw over it's eye and went back to blissful sleep as I picked up the pile of essays from my English leavers class. These were the kids that really hadn't been old enough to leave at the st...
When you grow up in a small town, you go to school with a very diverse population of students. There were 74 people in my graduating class and it was a big class compared to some years. You had the kids from wealthy families, kids from farming families, kids from poor families. And, of course, birds of a feather flocked together in their little cliques. Well...
How it Was Chapter 2 This is a follow up to "How it Was Ch.1", so it might make a bit more sense if you read that one first, although I think it also stands alone well enough. This is a work that is not based on any real persons or events. If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I ho...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
Lion quite enjoyed his free lessons with the Drama Club - mostly because it involved time with Trevor. There was something about the quiet boy that made Lion's stomach tighten with joy. He walked into the hall to find the group sitting around a table. "Hey Leander." Nathan smiled. Lion greeted them with nods and sat in a free chair by Trevor. " We're playin...
1. I'll admit I always had an interest in muscularity in men. A friend of mine -- he's a psychologist -- told me that it was natural. He said everyone, whether male or female, straight or gay, is attracted to rounded parts of the body: the breasts, buttocks, and the rounded limbs of the bodybuilder. But none of this explains my interest in penises. And, al...
I felt guilt-ridden, taking pleasure from staring at the cute guy's cock. In any case, I reasoned, it was his own fault for wearing a wide-legged, boxer-style swimsuit; and therefore, I was entitled to continue admiring his jewels with impunity. It was very early when I got to the beach. There was hardly anybody else there. I had lain on my blanket to take...