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I knew how I was going to do it, too. One of the abandoned railway bridges over the river. I would listen to some music and then do it, but I would have never thought the story would unfold the way it did.
3.7 2656 words 12 mins

The huge man had come out of nowhere, bashed his head with a stick, and had run off with Adam's backpack. He stood and swayed for a minute before cursing, wildly and deeply. And then he called the police. The police sergeant took the report and said they may get a result, they may not. In the meantime, Adam was reminded that walking on a dark street alone was a stupid thing to do.
3.3 1343 words 6 mins redhead  blowjob  deepthroat

I should have known better I suppose but the sight and smell were so attractive. I was soon up the largest tree I could find and was soon tasting the first of my ill begotten trove. Suddenly I heard footsteps. I held my breath. Then I saw John, the Squires son,strolling along under the trees, with his dog. I remained quite still hoping he would not see me.
3.5 2400 words 11 mins

He knew I was gay and didn't seem to mind. My father was a drunk, I had no brothers. We discussed my sexuality often; but he said it was caused by an anxiety of women, based on the relationship I'd had with my mother. That I'd bought into that misogynist myth that women are only interested in men as providers, and that I couldn't meet the responsibility.
4.4 1628 words 7 mins

It was dark and calm, the moon hung on the night-sky like a milky benevolent globe. It was the cemetery that was spooky. I asked him what we were doing here. My friend Marc smiled. His teeth shone, eerie in the moonlight.
4.4 2862 words 13 mins

His face etched in a terminal scowl, his sword always at the ready, and a hardon permanently in erection. A bloodstained sky behind an ominous moon provided a backdrop as he urged his horse on. The captive boy he'd rescued from the white-slave caravan, now blugeoned to oblivion, hung onto Gonad, as the man-giant spurred his horse on toward the city.
3.8 2846 words 13 mins

I found myself in clammy wet darkness, behind a barred gate, but could see through the slats, the prize waiting for me in the arena. A chain rattled and moved, raising the portcullis of my dungeon. I was blinded by the unaccustomed white light, but as my eyes got used to its glare, I could see a multitude of spectators in the doric-columned bleachers, cheering me on. I snorted through bovine nostrils, and inhaling the aroma of virtual reality boysweat. The flags waved, emblazoned with Penis Rampant, gold on a field of baby-blue. The lousy speakers on my system made the fanfare and drum roll, comic as my RAM fought to load the extra megabytes.
3.7 1380 words 6 mins hunk muscular

The Dakir, Aziz, a youth of almost twenty circulations of the sun, handsome as a glittery rendered picture in Sherriff Jarounna's book of possibilities, the bibliophile with the curious, well not curious, say specialized, form of illustrated pornography that this part of town is celebrated for producing, famous from here to Yonki, even to Persestamp. Impossible positions of course, but so much fun trying. As this narrator, can attest, having been making this up for the benefit of an unstimulated emperor, Kharli of Fornrnu. Who likes to be told tales of this nature, as you dear reader, must also enjoy, as you've gotten embroiled in my sordid tale thus far.
3.4 1152 words 5 mins black men

Automain looked up to find a six foot teenager with short brown hair and blue eyes standing in the orange glow drifting in through the window from the setting sun. Alex looked into the dimly lit room to find Mr Thomlin, the short and large orphanage owner standing in the far corner of the room. His grey moustache and glasses were casting deep shadows over his face in the glow. It was a little while before Alex noticed that there was a boy cowering behind Mr Thomlin. A short boy with short blonde hair stood in the shadow cast by Mr Thomlin.
3.1 941 words 4 mins teen

But I kept up on my interest in male anatomy, perusing illustrations of the male in scientific tomes and also, I must admit, illustrations of the male in periodicals that showed the male nude in poses deliberately designed to be provocative for a homosexual audience -- but which served me well given my scientific interrest in the male form.
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