This is a problem that has been weighing down my mind for the past four years or so. It is a strange problem because it used to prick at my conscience, though no longer. It is still a "problem", because it is a situation that I cannot solve. Which is in itself a troubling prospect. We come from an elite all-boys school known for churning out students who go...
[This series has five chapters and will post by the middle of March 2016] ***** "Hi ya," Mr. Leighton. Rob Leighton looked up from helping his daughter, Muriel, climb up onto the dock from his fishing boat and waved at the tall, lumbering young man walking south on Lafayette Street back toward Cape May proper. "Hi to you, too, big guy," Rob called back....
The windows of the house were dark but Brady knew better than to hope Steve was sleeping. He used his key to open the door. He saw the flash of movement just in time to deflect the punch. The smell of beer hit him like a train, pushing away the remnants of Ezra's baby shampoo scented hair. Brady's vision clouded with anger. He was barely aware of the sounds...
Matthew was nervously observing men working out at the Manchester’s Gym. Places like this always made him feel anxious, as he felt weak with his twinky body, in presence of all these hunks. He was waiting in the main hall, on a bench, waiting for his blackmailer to approach him. Suddenly, someone did. “I recognize you from the university,” said stranger, wh...
I stood still, a little bit in shock, at what Terry had just said. He watched me, looking slightly amused at my reaction. "Why do you look so surprised?" "I dunno... that was kind of out of left field." "Dude, really? You don't think everything that's been happening between us hasn't been leading up to that? "Listen, I like your body, and I'm glad you le...
Good relationships are ..good but dysfunctional relationships with a lot of angst and stuporousness is better :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunlight clawed at my eyelids and my left leg burned with pins and needles. Raising a hand to try and block out the blinding light, I slowly moaned my way to a awkward sitting position. Something really heavy was cutting off a...
"what a nice bench." Thoughts came slowly to my drunken mind. I sat down on the bench and looked at nothing. "Yo, look at this guy." Somehow I still managed to open my eyes and see three guys leering at me, laughing. I looked to my right and saw the guy beside me open his zipper and take out his black dick. He started rubbing it and I could not help but lo...
"They say you can survive high school. Well, perhaps not. A homage to slashers, everything Lynchian, high schools, crime and punishment, sex and conservatism, popular culture and romance, this loosely written and casually spun novella takes you into the repressed and the debauched, the murders and the laughs, the families and the friends of a good ole Amer...
"Fuck this shit, man." I drop my wrench, laying completely prone under the car I'm trying to fix; I honestly have no fucking idea what I'm doing. One of the mechanics should be taking care of this, not me. I'm the fucking thief, the guy who should be running around collecting shit for us to use to get our base up and running properly. Instead, I'm covered in...
Authors Notes: I'm back after 5 years and i've decided to revamp this story and see it though. If you've read this before please go back and read the first few chapters as i've changed a few important plot points, namely the one about Houston. If you're new welcome, i hope you're enjoying my work. * The doorbell rang about ten times before I realized the...