Feeling out of sorts not sure where my mind is tonight but it is not in a peaceful place. Why would it be I'm currently being tortured? Bound to a table with rope means an attempt at escape would be useless. I am useless. At first they asked simple questions: my name, birthday who my parents are? Then the questions got harder and I was punished for every wr...
Hi! I'm desertmac, and I want to give you a little setup for this story. It is a vignette from a novel I'm writing made up of vignettes linked together, about a group of teens who hang out at a game room called Kelly's Cue. This is the shortest of the vignettes, and they cover more than just the sexuality of these guys, with several storylines going all the...
Chapter 2 - Jeremy's Close Shave Jason soon settled down to be a regular member of my household. He was a great kid and I had very little trouble with him, and just being around his hunky body and sweet smile got me horny. I made love to him at least twice a day, sometimes waking him up in the middle of the night to suck his dick or slide mine up his tight...
You know all the usual stuff, don't read if it's illegal or you don't like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional, and any likeness is coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world they live in. Edited by Kumani _____________________________ Night Eternal Prologue: A Thief...
"Mr. Winterberry wants to see you in the back cabin, Paulo." Paulo Pulido unbuckled his seatbelt and gave a sigh. He was pretty sure he knew what came next. At least, though, perhaps the head of the Agency's special unit, informally known as the candy store, might shed some light on where they were going and why. At the moment they were approaching altitude...
My mouth is red and sticky with blood. No, not blood. Lipstick, crimson and wet, a moist, warm gash. The illusion vanishes, and I ache. This is why I never wear red lipstick. My mouth in the tiny compact mirror hurts me, plagues me with memories that never happened, makes a phantom flavor burn upon my tongue--a flavor that I am all too familiar with, but t...
It was a Saturday in the early part of December and the eight soon-to-be-players were stuck at school, of course not by choice, but because detention always claimed its victims. Mr. Brown, one of the school's science teachers, led the group of seniors to the Study Hall, a windowless room where the were to serve their time like inmates. What none of them knew...
Note from the Author: I want to truly thank kv5reed, for all the insight that he has given me. I have been emailing back and forth with him about this story. He would question and comment on areas or even say to delete sections. I hope that our finished product is well received. This is only chapter 1, the first 27 pages of 71 written so far. (If you are wo...
Disclaimer: The following story depicts sexual acts between two men. Though unspecified, both participants are intended to be over eighteen. If such material offends you, or you are offended by profanity, please do not continue reading. This story belongs to Timothy Evans and should not be distributed to other sites without expressed consent. Comments and su...
1 Timothy 5:22 That night, I lay in bed unable to sleep. Everything that had happened that day felt... unreal. But I knew it had happened. I could still feel Levi's hands on my skin, his arms around my body, a phantom sensation... Like when you can still feel the waves hours after leaving the ocean. My mouth felt strangely numb. My mind was swimming. I'd...