FEINTS I. "She won't go for it. She's not stupid, you know." Maybe not, but I'm starting to think you are. Ryan's attitude was wearing on me. We had been over the plan half a dozen times over as many beers. I had considered it sober, with a buzz, and drunk. It passed each stage of my standard screening process. I had thought it through from everyone's per...
Through the Looking Glass: A Nerd in the Weight Room On a normal day, I would wake up by 7:00 AM to be out the door by 7:30 for first period bell at 8:05. I had my routine down to a strict science. 7 minute shower, 3 minutes dressing, 1 minute on hair, 4 to pack my bags and the rest at the kitchen table inhaling whatever was available before jumping in my C...
***Thanks for checking out this series. The Immoral Fairytales series (four chapters) is a bit different from my normal stories. I wanted to try something a little more raw and naughty as opposed to a love story. Please be warned, the fairytales at some point may include BDSM, tentacle sex, mild mind control, mild reluctance, domination, gay sex, futanari (g...
"It's ok, little one, you have time for a nap," Mr. Hamad pulled me into his side as we inched down La Cienega in the back of a chauffeured Mercedes heading for the airport. I still wasn't feeling right, but anxiety drains my energy. I'd calmed down a bit. He had sent me off to the shower by myself. I scrubbed away the guilty feelings. When I finished, I'd...
N.Y.C. 1971. .......... Chapter One: Stranded in the Big Apple. Everything had gone so well up to the point when I took out my wallet to get my bus ticket. It was a small grey stub that was going to get me on the bus for my return home to Plattsburgh, New York, and when I didn't find it right away, I didn't panic but merely stepped out of the line to allo...
INTRODUCTION Dear Reader--If you haven't read the previous Gay Boy Story here are a few paragraphs to introduce our hero. This story dates from an episode that took place about eight months ago. It was just before the Harvey Weinstein scandals broke. ------------ YOU CAN CALL ME DONNIE, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. Don't I ha...
“What’re you still doing here?” Danny asked as he approached Tyler’s open car window. His car was obvious, parked in the bus lane in front of the school. “The question is, what are you still doing here?” Tyler shot back. “You know what I’m doing here. I volunteered to help with the elementary school concert tonight. What’re you doing?” Tyler shrugged. “M...
The next morning, Colton picked Parker up for school again. He had lunch with Colton and his friends, but this time Shell made other plans. Parker felt bad, like he had ditched his best friend, but she insisted that he go. Parker suspected that she was probably interested in a new guy. After cheer practice, Parker waited for football practice to finish up....
+-{Emerson & the Lion}-+ +-{Chapter 11}-+ "Why are we here, my love? There are juice places closer to home and it is 115 degrees outside by your temperature," Ali signed in swift, fluid motion as though he'd spoken through his fingers all his life. He was following me up a side street as I led him to the juice bar. "You forgot?" I signed back to him with...
Thanks everyone for sticking it out this far. Last chapter. ***** Emerson & the Lion +{Part 10}+ Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali's cock. That's probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperatel...