My name, which isn't really of any consequence, but it is Martin Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings, sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any statue that takes my fancy. Fancy isn't really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most are those of any young male for with me being gay, I...
I've submitted this story for the 2017 Valentine's Day Story contest. Currently it's just a short story, but it could easily be extended to novella length. If you'd like to see a longer version, please vote for it in the contest and leave feedback for me as to your wishes. Thanks, Josh =========================== I had finally graduated from high school!!!...
HELLO READER. I am no longer maintaining this story on this site. This story was taken from a free WIP game that I am developing. The features in that game no longer fit easily into the CHYOA format. To be clear, CHYOA is awesome, I just don't have the drive to maintain two versions of the game. You can play the game online at https://unrulydogboy.itch.io/de...
Birds screech and trees rustle as we hike along the barest of paths through the jungle, the tropical humidity making me bathe in my own sweat, the uneven ground shifting under my boots, alone with my guide on the tiny island of Kurutaukari in the South Pacific. We've come here to examine some supposedly fine examples of stone carving made hundreds of years a...
A panicked young man dressed in black ran through a dark hallway desperately trying all the doors as he passed. Locked, every single one. The rattling of the door knobs echoed through the long tiled hallway. Tired from sprinting, he stopped. As he tried to catch his breath he could hear the footsteps approaching. One two, one two. The rhythm of the footsteps...
I was still at high school, when I realised that I was not like the other boys. Whilst they were out chasing women, I used to spend most of my free time studying. At first this seemed to attract a bit of attention but gradually it seemed to become the accepted thing. It was a Saturday morning, and I was as usual, visiting the local art museum. I was ske...
Officer Daniels sat at his desk the next morning. The night was long, and other than finding those statues at the museum there was nothing to go on. No sign of forced entry. Sure they found a couple duffel bags, and those statues were dressed like they were breaking in. But that's crazy. The curator was out of town and was scheduled to fly in today so he wou...
Daniels stood in the shower alone with one hand up on the white tiled wall above his head, his other was busy stroking his long hard dick. The shower had gone dark with the lights out, and the only light in the communal shower was what was reflecting off the wet tiled walls and his soaped up body from the back up security lights which kicked in a few minutes...
Originally submitted elsewhere as Yoko Hiko. *** 1 Enticing. So utterly enticing, the scent of flesh. Though it had been many centuries since he had caught the scent on his petrified nose, the demon of desire knew the scent much too well. How long he waited to revel in the scent of flesh on flesh, human sin. Oh yes, how he couldn't wait. Asmodaios, stuc...
Chapter 15: Two weeks had passed, making it a week before graduation. I had already told my parents that I was going to move out. Shockingly, my father supported it. Saying that it was good that I was being an adult by making decisions like these. My mother cried at first but was also proud of me. The Friday before graduation, my cousin Steven had come ov...