New readers – don't start here! This is chapter six of Pony Boy. My apologies for the long wait. It won't make too much sense unless you've read the rest so, if you're new to this story then I strongly recommend you find chapter one and start there. Usual stuff – we're all fictional and over eighteen. ******* I didn't move, I couldn't move, nor could I...
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Chapter 67: Homecoming Arnaav quivers as he holds onto the Capricorn, on his own. His little heart is going insane in his chest, beating a mile a minute as they move through the ocean. He shouldn't be doing this. The mark on his left chest symbolizes his betrayal, why would they insist that he leaves? What if something happens? What are they going to do on...
This story is about Chris and Justin, roommates in their sophomore year at college. From their first day together, Justin asserted his Alpha Male dominance, and essentially turned Chris into his live-in submissive - a situation that, while occasionally violent, ultimately pleased them both. During one of Justin's violent episodes, Chris found solace in the a...
This series is a sequel to my earlier "Wrangler Butts" series. While this is written as an independent series some things will be clearer if you've read the earlier series first. Darrin woke to Mitch's panicked shouts and the sight of their bedroom walls painted red from a horizon engulfed in fire. Still trying to completely comprehend what was happening...
Notes: This story was written merely as a writing exercise. It is a subject I wasn't familiar with, and so decided to take a try at it to see where I could take it. For the next three years, this prison cell would be my home. At the age of eighteen, I was young and stupid and attempted to rob a gas station with a BB gun. Naturally, I was caught, tried, and...
He tried to forget it, but it just came back to him. Theo had to keep going. He needed to finish the day even if the most recent painful memory almost severed his high spirits. The science teacher started his last lecture for the day. Sixth period would soon end if he didn't think well enough to keep the separation from his ex-wife as his primary concentrati...
"Lincoln, are you listening?" Khalid squeezed my shoulder, but I didn't turn back towards him. "Debate class, Arabic, Stay behind you! got it," I mumbled and Khalid said something else. It was there, across the courtyard where we were eating lunch on a rare not-killer-heat day. Behind a wall of glass windows I watched him twist and stretch into impossible...
Author's Note: This is the origin story of how I got into the world of Arab/Persian men. It's what inspired my other stories. +++ +{Noah's Starship}+ -+-[June]-+- "Noah Kinney?" the professor called as I was fumbling to open the stiff pages of the English textbook. "Here..." I started to say and raise my hand My elbow nudged the book just enough to pus...
Chris "Did you like the movie," Julian asked as I locked the door behind us. He had chosen the movie that night - a documentary on waste dumping in some river or other; in any case, not exactly my idea of a thrilling cinematic experience. I spent most of it stuffing popcorn in my face and watching Julian's somehow entranced expression trained on the movie...