I've known Jon since freshman year of High School. We tried to start a band, but none of the kids we played with were good enough to make it through a single song. Sometimes he'd just come over by himself and we'd play guitar together. Even then I remember thinking about him in a different way than all of my other friends. I could never put my finger on why...
How did he get here, he had thought, slinging the skinned pig carcass over his shoulder. Lucius Papirius had been the hero of the 9th Legion. Over three storied tours he had aided in he conquering of the northern Barbarian lands and rescued the kidnapped son of a nobleman. His name was sung in the songs of that conquest and the children of the Abentine insis...
'Louis leaned in and kissed Mark hard on the lips, running his hands over the rough cotton leggings that covered the thighs he wished to be between. It had been days since he'd rescued Mark from the tremulous seas, and this was the first time that his ward had been conscious and awake. The lips parted slightly and felt warm to the touch of his own heated lip...
I went to college at a small liberal arts college in New England. In high school I was a cross between a jock and an art geek. About 5'11" with sandy blond hair, I played on the soccer and Frisbee teams while spending the rest of my time painting and drawing. Going to a small college let me pursue all of my passions. I signed up for the frisbee and soccer t...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. * My uncle is a loser. He's 32 and has only been able to hold a job for 3 months. He lives with my grandmother, and all he does is play Guitar Hero, with some occasional partying. He also believes in all these stupid ass conspiracy theories, like the illuminati, Hillary Clinton, Governm...
Big athlete becomes a runt's bitch This is a true story, as told to me by an acquaintance. Names and locatioBaseball Star and the Little Guy ns have been changed. I'm on a national league baseball team--we'll let the name go unmentioned, and for a name for me, let's just call me "Noname"--hey, "Nome" for short. Anyway, off the diamond, I'm in the most fuck...
I plopped onto my bed with a sigh. I've finally finished unpacking my belongings into the room. //Back at last// I thought, where I belong. I was brought up in Japan. My parents work there, you see, and I've never felt right being there. I did have friends there but nothing really felt solid. Sure, the girls will want to be with you, and the guys will thin...
by K. Nitsua. Newly revised version copyright 2010 by the author. * For a while after Nathan Lewis retracted his sexual harassment charge life seemed as if it might be getting back to normal. Drew and I could concentrate on teaching our classes and dealing with the end-of-semester rush. Marcia Hannon stopped by my office soon after the meeting with Nathan...
[Author's note: this is the second part of a three-part series.] Part 2. My cell phone alarm woke me up at six, as usual. Most days I tried to write for an hour before getting out of bed, but today I got up, showered, and dressed before leaving my room. I didn't want Aaron to catch me in anything less than my full professorial work attire. As I showered an...
My name is Robert. I am a 25 year old 6"1' male with blonde hair and striking features. Up until 2 years ago, I considered myself completely heterosexual, but the events of a drunken night led me to explore my other side. I only wish I had done it sooner. There was a guy who I wanted to be my friend more than anything. He was a BMOC and he seemed like the...