It was strange being able to sense another person's presence long before they came into sight. At first I thought I was going mad. I convinced myself that the stress of being captured had finally tipped me over the edge. It wasn't until I actually thought about it that it occurred to me that a mad person wouldn't be able to sense such things and be correct,...
He likes to think he's getting used to it, as much as anybody can get used to knowing what's going on in someone else's head. But if Andy and Connie don't cut out their little "will-they-won't they pining for each other" act soon, Henry's tempted to stage an intervention. He really doesn't want to have to do that, not least because he doesn't think Connie wa...
When you are still in high school and living at home, the technical legal status of being 18 or 19 years old doesn't mean a great deal. Just because the law considers you an adult, rarely means the 'rents do. Really, really rarely! That not only creates some additional tensions as a teenager, but almost guarantees you will be hearing 'So long as you are un...
Author's Note: This story is a sequel to 'The 5th Floor'. I highly recommend reading that story first, if you haven't already, to avoid character confusion. If rough sex, non consensual sex or gay sex bothers you, don't waste your time reading this. __________ A couple of weeks had passed since my violent fucking in the somewhat abandoned restroom on the 5...
Chapter Ten - Good Man, Bad Boy "Why do I have to take him with me?" Ruslan protested. Douglas looked at him, frowning. "Nigel has come a long way to spend some time with us." "You mean with me." Ruslan pointed at himself. "Seriously, papa, the guy is such a bore. And I have some stuff to do later." "With Johnny? No one says that you can't do as you plea...
Family dinners at the MacIntoshes had been a highlight of my week. Having their unwavering support throughout our relationship had been a gift to Breeze and me, a buffer against the usual pressures of living an out life. Sunday dinner had always been a safe space, and that didn't change when my father joined the party. Granted, spending time with us at the h...
Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations. * I guess the best place to start is at the beginning, so that's what I'll do. The first time I met him, I was at The Dive with my girlfriend Jess. I know, I know, a dive bar named The Dive is pretty corny, and yes, the place is rough around the edges, but the...
Bing Bing.....Bing Bing. Aaron sat on the side of his bed, grimacing at the thought of checking the message on his phone. It had been a month since his tag team loss to Greg and Diego, and he and Matthew were no longer on speaking terms. Aaron had all but vanished from the underground wrestling scene and become a recluse. It was hard for him to accept that...
The sun cooked Beau's broad shoulders as he pushed the lawnmower across the yard. Clad in cargo shorts and sneakers, Beau tramped through the grass, sweat sliding down his back. His shorts hung low, revealing the very top of his meaty ass. He stopped, wiping his brow. Beau surveyed his surroundings. At his mother's insistence, the 18-year-old was spending th...
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...