Love love love feedback, leave comments, leave your love, leave suggestions, leave constructive criticism. Anything unnecessary, nit-picky or rude will be deleted however. ***** Darian looked down at Lexus as he slept and sighed. He probably should have told him. Well, he didn't exactly hide it but... He left the cell when he saw the crowds start to disp...
CW: physical violence, bullying, SPH, spit, coerced sex, forced drinking & weed use. This one gets a little rough in the middle. Let me know if there should be a part II. Enjoy. I can't reply to anonymous messages, so if you want a question answered you need to use an email when you send a message or leave a comment here. I get a LOT of questions from anony...
Hi everyone, sorry it's been so long but I've got myself a new editor! I would like to give her special thanks for the support she has given me. Enjoy. ~#~ Miles awoke on Ryan's bed to find him gone from the room. It was late afternoon and Miles couldn't remember much about that morning after seeing his would-be rapist Dave in the canteen and feeling the i...
It started out as just another Saturday night – me, Terry, Jezza and a few other lads going out into Luton for a few beers and a bit of fun. Then Terry mentioned some gay celebrity he'd seen mincing about on TV before he came out, and we were into the usual shared rant about how queers were taking over, and soon it'd be compulsory to take it up the arse. I'm...
This story is based on several experiences in my life intertwined into one story.. All Characters are over 18 Please feel free to leave comments. Editor's Note: Story contains nonconsent themes. ***** The 17 runaway citations, the charge for stealing my parents car for joyrides in the middle of the night, the shoplifting charge, and the the charge for...
A slightly longer chapter than what I'd usually write, thanks to some comments from my readers. My apologies for taking so long, and to the one reader whom I'd promised that this would be out on Wednesday. =/ Enjoy. ***** "Hey, watch it asshole!" "You blind or something?" A hand shoved me out of the way as I staggered towards a lamp post, leaning heavil...
I had been working on the series for a year when they announced that the lead was leaving. I had worked with him in harmony for a bit. But once he found out I was gay he kept me at arm's length and if I blew a line or a cue he'd mutter something about fags blowing everything/everyone else so why not? I campaigned, heavily for to replace him in his role, and...
In more recent years I look back on my mid-1970s (and then again early 1980s) Bangkok adventure and just shake my head, wondering what we were thinking we were doing then and how shallow we must have been to be so totally focused on beautiful bodies and the striving for perpetual orgasm. I think that for most of those I played with for two-and-a-half years...
Summary: Creatures of habit. Jake stole a nervous look in Klaus's direction, but the guy seemed as impassive as ever while reading his newspaper. "The gangs are kind of fighting," he eventually managed to speak. The last few months had been like a fairy tale. Not that he believed in such things. But whatever was happening between him and this man he could...
[[Be forewarned, this is not a straight-to-smut story. I myself prefer plot-driven stories, so that's what I write. Any and all comments welcome ^_^ and yes I know the title sucks, my creativity dies when confronted with story names]] * "I hate that son of a bitch." Marshall ground out, glaring at the tall, dark-haired man two desks over. His back slumped...