Something wasn't right. My body was sore, my head was pounding. I slowly cracked open my dry eyes. I looked around. I was strapped to a gynecologist table by my wrists and ankles. There was a man in his early 20s standing there in jeans. He was ripped. He grinned at me. I just started. I didn't ask where I was. I didn't ask to go. I didn't ask what was goin...
When you wake up, the morning sun is peaking through your bedroom curtains. The smell of breakfast seeps through the air vents and you can hear your family going about their morning ritual of yelling about the news, laughing uncontrollably, and altogether being as Italian as possible. For a moment, you question why Mother didn't wake you up at seven as she a...
Abdi'el's eyes widen as they meet Bridge's. "A long; long time ago when the Earth was new and her people old; men came from the stars," Bridge says in a soft, dreamy voice; all the while stroking Abdi'el's face with his head tilted to one side. "They built a beautiful city and bases for their armies who were fighting a war that was none of our business. We s...
My name is Noah I'm a Senior and I'm currently attending Parker University and have been since the beginning of my College career. This school is filled with the most raggedy bummed kids you'd ever encounter on the streets, and the most prominent rich white kids in the whole county. I'm talking scarfs with polos, perfectly ironed khakis, dress shoes perfectl...
As a kid, I was effeminate and people bullied me for being me, gay. I didn't have any concept of "gay" until I reached my teens and realized what being gay meant. I decided I wasn't like that, so I tried to act straight and toughen myself up. I also tried bulking up some muscle, but that was just not what I was made of. I remained slim, but I tried so hard t...
Note from the author: I chose to re-write chapter 2 because I decided to take the story in a different direction than the one I originally intended. Plus, some of these new choices simply made it easier for me to explain some of Paul's actions. To be frank, after going back over the original chapter 2, I thought it sucked a big one, and though I suppose tha...
The following is my half of a series of emails exchanged with a very dear man who shared many similar interests to me. Everything written is true, just read them as one man's thoughts and happy memories or else loving fantasies about being with his lover. As a new arrival to Auckland in my late teens I discovered there were men's "bogs" everywhere. It did n...
When I tripped on the tree trunk and went down, I knew I was in trouble. Here I was in the middle of an Alaskan forest, all alone and defenseless. I tried to get up, but it was hopeless. My foot just kept buckling under me. Maybe I could crawl my way out of there, but which direction was out? "Help," I yelled "is anybody around? I'm in trouble!" Nothing. Gre...
Saturday, December 21 9:20 AM CST Old Market Lofts, Omaha Pierce Livingston S/wromocode - 12/21/19 9:20:07 am - u/gaycollegewrestler Good morning #wromocode members! I know finals are over for everyone by now. I know there are a couple of tournaments today in the U.S. Who has one? As the moderator for this group, I know there have been at least four uni...
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. As fiction, the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be un...