The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over Easton Mountain as David arrived at the retreat center. His heart pounded in his chest, a mix of excitement and nerves that threatened to spill over into outright panic. He had never done anything like this before—never even come...
The cold, sterile air of the institute prickled against Billy's skin as he stepped inside, the heavy door hissing shut behind him. His eyes darted around the modern, chrome-filled lobby, taking in the sleek design and the soft hum of machinery that seemed to pulse through the walls. He had...
John sat in the dimly lit office, the city lights flickering outside the window casting shadows across his tense face. Across from him, Mr. Davenport, the owner of the exclusive escort agency, leaned back in his leather chair, a sly smile playing on his lips.
"So, John, you're telling me...
"What the hell is happening?" I struggle against the ropes binding my wrists and ankles to the bed, my mind still hazy from the chloroform they used to kidnap me. The room spins, and I feel like I'm going to puke.
"Ah, you're awake," a voice says from the corner of the room. I turn my head and...
I couldn't believe I had run out of shampoo again. I cursed myself as I rummaged through the shower caddy, searching for anything that would do the job. And that's when I saw it - a bottle of Twink-brand shampoo, belonging to my roommate Trey. I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately grabbed it...
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Hey Gorgeous Souls!
Grab a virtual seat and let me spill the tea on this fabulous journey from a bear's lair to becoming the sassiest otter in town! ✨ If the last year was a book, I would have to write it in several chapters
Chapter 1: The Bear Awakening and Dilemma; Once upon a...
I was in Washington DC for a conference when it happened. I’d gone down into Chinatown – or what was left of it – to grab lunch, and was just about to leave the Nando’s when I spotted him across the street. Just a sexy guy with his attention fully occupied by his phone, leaning against a wall...
It was on a rainy evening at a public house in New York when I met the man, and I shall never forget the tale he told me.
I should explain.
It wasn’t just any public house; it catered to men who fancied other men, one of several off-the-beaten-path establishments that had begun to surface in...
This is the first piece of fiction I've written, and I hope you all enjoy it. I believe it fits in with the general themes of this board, but is a little unconventional. (I have a second story completed and posted, with a third in preparation. But those are even more unconventional.)
The main...
Look at this massive beefcake! He has a great ass and you should see what he used to look like! All skin and bone back then, and now, lots of eating and anabolic steroids did him real good! Also good friends with Paul McNulty!
You can get used to anything, really.
I’d spent thirty years of my life getting used to who I was: painfully average, modestly competent, and socially awkward. A paper pusher, a bit of a homebody. Not super close to family, not too many friends. Acquaintances, mostly — work friends...
“Hey, you alive? You awake?”
My head was pounding, and awareness came slowly. I had the distinct impression that the voice had been talking for a while.
“Whazza?”. Best I could manage. I couldnt see, not yet.
“Oh, cool. You made it, that’s great,” the voice said.
The voice had a...
“I wish I were bigger,” I said, aloud.
I’d thought it before, of course. Many times. Being bullied for being the scrawny kid from kindergarten through graduation. At my 17the birthday, I was the second shortest guy in the room, and the skinniest. By the time my 18th hit, it seemed like nothing...
“Hey, buddy!”
I hadn’t recognized the number, but for some reason the ring seemed familiar. It made no sense, but I just picked up without thinking, something I never do. It was usually a robocall these days, with the shouting Chinese lady or the vacation sales lady or the credit offers.
But...
Mark Prentice, boy genius.
That’s what the article said when I was seventeen. Pretty much guaranteed a rough ride at that point.
It’s bad enough being smart sometimes — public schools in the US tend to punish that in many ways, either systematically or through inaction, like when the jocks...
You know those stories that start out explaining just how pathetic and gangly the main character of the story truly is, well this is definitely one of those stories. I would save you the details, but if I did you wouldn't get a full appreciation of just how much my life has changed. It wasn't...
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