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  1. JUNE 26 This is going to sound incredible. I am having trouble believing it myself. I have a job. On a farm. Which means I have stopped running for a few days, at least. And my employer hasn’t yet figured out that I’m just not that bright, that I’m not who he thinks I am, and that I’m sleeping in his barn. When that happens, it will be time to run again. But for now, I can rest. By the second morning after my encounter with Trooper Lockhart, I’d gotten pretty well lost in the haphazard maze of back roads I’d walked into. I ambled along many of these dirt and gravel roads, most of them w
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  2. Author’s Note: Just so you know this story has references to bisexual, and gay sex, not too graphic. Have a good time, I did! Wanted I’d been unemployed for a long time, like so many others, and my efforts to find another job hadn’t been fruitful. It was October 31, Halloween, and the deadline I’d set myself to have a job was November 1st; somehow I didn’t think I’d make it. I’d been through all the other newspapers already today. I picked up the last one, a strange indie paper called The Dark Side. I searched for the small Want Ad section and found this: Wanted: Thirty-somethin
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  3. Headstall’s Poetry Prompts Chapter 20- Pain and Promise Bloodless bleeding steals more life Than brilliant crimson flow Betrayal’s a wicked knife There’s no fighting such a foe You can’t staunch what can’t be seen No tourniquet for your pain You ponder where you should lean It’s like being trapped in rain No place for you to abide The time it’ll take to heal Your heart, soul, and life have died No part of you left to steal Faint heart still pounds and eyes burn You mourn for the love you've lost Desperation takes its turn You’ve already paid the cost K
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  4. Cards on the Table Chapter 47 Driving towards Markham in his father’s 1981 Chevy pickup truck was a real joy for Michael. Thirty years old, and the clutch was smooth as silk, and not at all taxing on his knee. The four-speed manual shifter felt like home. He had learned to drive in this now-vintage vehicle, and although he hadn’t been in it for eight or so years, it seemed like only weeks ago. His big grin was matched by an amazingly similar one beside him. Nate thought this truck was the ‘sweetest thing’ on four wheels. The original bright yellow color, combined with the white b
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  5. My heart was broken yesterday. Does that sound a tad cliche? Perhaps it is, but not to me, For now my love will never be. But in the silence of the night, I contemplate my common plight, And now, quite plainly, I can see, That in the breaking, I am free. Yesterday, I learned something about a friend of mine. She is in love with someone; a person whom I do not know, but who has been in her life for some time. There was a time when she could tell me anything, and in fact, would. I was her confidant; her source of wisd
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  6. Finch stopped to admire herself in the mirror. Her new wire-style haircut was a perfect match for her conservative witch’s hat and long, angular nose—complete with wart, of course. If there was one thing that Witch Finch liked about herself, it was her adherence to tradition. She scowled at the thought of the latest fad amongst young witches of actually trying to look beautiful. If she wanted to look pretty, she had a spell for that. In her opinion, there was no point wasting time, effort, and magic on looking good all the time. Finch checked herself one more time in the mirror and gave a to
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  7. Like so many bad ideas, this one started out innocently enough. All I wanted was something original for a Halloween costume. Something a bit different from the run of the mill zombies, vampires, celebrities, football stars, and the like. This was the last year Mom was letting me go out trick-or-treating. She said next year, when I was fourteen, I'd be too old. Tim and I wanted to really get our money's worth this year, and score as much candy as humanly possible. The problem was, I'd put it off too late. I was so intent on finding the perfect costume, rejecting every idea anyone suggested,
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  8. How to write a blog? I've no idea, since this is my first try. I've looked at a few blogs written by other GA members, and I don't think I could come up with anything remotely resembling the interesting, funny or cool entries of other people. In any case I don't have much to say, and I certainly don't expect anyone to pay a lot of attention. Except my GA friends who're kind, supportive and wonderful. You know who you are. My main reason for creating a blog and making an entry is to compile a list of the reviews I've written for the site blog Featured Story. This will make it easier for
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  9. We need to stay together as a gang. Ten o’clock, we gathered at Nels's house. Finally there were some leads. Sam had friends who knew one of the responding EMTs. He said the boy who was alive had a bullet wound in his neck, lost tons of blood and isn't expected to live. He said bullet wounds of the neck are almost always fatal. The dead boy was shot in the head and the man was also shot in the head, but his looked like a suicide. We spent most of the next few hours trying to come up with scenarios which fit the meager facts we were now privy to. There were several possibilities, but nothing
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  10. She was watching him from the moment he left through the double doors of the old red brick building that was Hamilton High School. He was beautiful in every way, but nothing captivated her more than his glowing smile as he said goodbye to his friends as they parted ways at the end of the long school day. His smile seemed brighter almost every day. She wished that she could smile like that. The thought jarred her as unpleasant memories came rushing back to her; memories of times that shattered her ability to feel happiness or warmth. There was only one good thing left in her life, and that
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  11. César Marcos Abelló, Jr. [CJ] Born: 23 December 1997 • Miami, Florida Student @ School Without Walls High School César & Brett’s son César Marcos Abelló [Emperor, Dad] Born: 5 May 1977 • San Juan, Puerto Rico Partner @ Ernst & Young CJ’s father • Brett’s husband Brett Andrew Davenport [Bad Boy, Jarhead, Papa] Born: 28 July 1983 • Oceanside, California Captain U. S. Marine Corps CJ’s dad • César’s husband Bradley Thomas Kennedy [Brad] Born: 15 October 1997 • Boston, Massachusetts Student @ Boston Catholic School Tom’s son Charles Beauregard Houston III [Trip]
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  12. My heart was broken yesterday. Does that sound a tad cliche? Perhaps it is, but not to me, For now my love will never be. But in the silence of the night, I contemplate my common plight, And now, quite plainly, I can see, That in the breaking, I am free.
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  13. Chapter 4 The next few days followed a predictable routine. I would be left alone in the dark for what felt like hours at a time, only to be startled by the whistling sound which inevitably preceded the delivery of food into my cell. After the first few repetitions, I noticed that the amount of time between deliveries was roughly the same, and although I tried not to, I began to anticipate them with intensity that bordered on insane. They were the only break from the monotony, the painful dark silence that pressed down me a little bit harder every passing minute. Besides, the food was good
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  14. Prompt # 454: Use the following in a story – costume, candy apple, big dog, a large bowl, and a broken mask Halloween Party "What the hell are you supposed to be?" Erin chuckled as she opened the door. Matt quirked an eyebrow at her costume for the Halloween party. "What's with the broken mask and the black trench coat?" Erin spread her arms in a "ta-da" motion. "I'm Hei." Matt frowned down at his sister, confused. There was no way she would take any kind of drugs, and certainly not at mom's house. "You're high?" he repeated dumbfounded. Erin rolled her eyes. "No, you idiot.
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  15. “Chris? What are you doing?” The warble in my voice gave away how nervous I was. I felt the bed dip with Chris’s weight, and I was keenly aware of his closeness. I could feel the heat of his body. I could smell his odor, a combination of musk and sweat. He clearly hadn’t showered since the fight. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” That did not sound like Chris. “Did Grant send you in here?” “Yes.” “Figures.” “Look, both of us want you to be okay. But we also need to make sure the things you’ve seen are kept secret.” I sighed. “If I told anyone, they’d just think I was crazy.” “I k
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  16. Friday, 13 December 2013 The two weeks following the Thanksgiving trip to Miami were hectic for CJ. The school semester was close to an end, and schoolwork was even more of a priority than it usually was. Between academics, the dojo, and rugby practice, free time was rare. Nonetheless, the boy asked to be excused from afternoon classes on Friday the thirteenth. He wore a coat and tie to school that day, earning him multiple wolf whistles from his friends, followed by handshakes, hugs, and congratulatory comments when they were told why he was dressed up. When his dads―one in his Dress Blues,
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  17. “You look terrible.” Chase scowled. “One of your tits is bigger than the other.” Mandy leveled a look at him. “You make it hard for people to be nice to you.” “That was being nice?” The coffee machine sputtered steam as Chase stared at the dark fluid dripping into the pot. “I was going to follow it up with something supportive and comforting.” Mandy pouted, cradling her empty cup. “If I want that, I'll call my mommy.” His head snapped up. “Shit.” “What?” She straightened with alarm. “I have to call my mommy.” He groaned and leaned his hip on the counter. “She's going to be in town Mond
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  18. Knots 5 Chapter 14 Matt School had started a few days before I called Colt. It was a pretty busy time; we still had football practice every day, and our first game was going to be this coming Friday. Colt sounded excited when I called. Hell, I was excited. He had gotten such a hot body since he’d been playing basketball and football. Colt wasn’t much good at football, but he was giving it his best. I found myself glancing over at him while he was getting dressed and undressed before and after practice. He was slender, but not skinny. He had nice muscle ton
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  19. Sage It was an emotional night for me and Cassidy. First Cass’s father attacked him and would have killed him had Harley and I not turned the tables. Despite what happened the man had been his father and losing him caused terrible pain. To make matters worse, our discovery he’d been a Manager of the corporation was unsettling to say the least. I couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for Cass to learn the man who shared his DNA was deeply involved in a conspiracy to enslave little boys, beat them, torture them, perform medical experiments on them, turn them into killers and sell them like ca
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  20. Caspin's mother was stiff as she and her husband began to set the table for their son, nephew, and...guest. "Another species entirely..." She mumbled to herself. Their kind didn't blink twice at same-gender couples. However, they were wary of bonds made outside the species. "From an entirely different planet!" She finished with a frustrated huff as she set the last plate down. "Eva, if you're going to complain could you at least do it in complete sentences?" Caspin's father said with a sigh as he started bringing out the food. The food consisted of fruits, vegetables, seeds, and other intri
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  21. Deciding what to wear for trick or treating on Halloween is a tough decision, and can lead to all kinds of interesting consequences!
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  22. On Friday, I opened my locker to find another note tucked inside. It was the fourth one that week. It was printed on pink paper and had lipstick smudges in the corners, but as with the previous ones, there were no clues as to who was responsible. ‘What am I supposed to do, guess whose sending these'? When I began reading it, I understood why it wasn’t signed. This girl wasn’t interested in love or romance, she wanted sex and she wasn’t afraid to let me know. It was quite explicit; describing in detail what she wanted to do. It deserved a second opinion so took it with me to lunch,
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  23. On Friday afternoon, I sat on the school bus watching it gradually empty on our way home. The cute blond kid had actually smiled at me as he got up to leave, I had been watching him all week and he knew it too. I was beginning to worry in case I was starting to freak him out, so a smile was reassuring. I didn’t want him to think that I was perving on him, even if that was exactly what I was doing. I knew that there was little chance of him being gay, in fact, I was beginning to wonder if there were any gay people at all in Cobourg, other than Daniel’s elusive friend Nathan and I wasn’t too sur
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  24. It felt as if I had been off school for ages, but because of the Christmas break, I only missed a couple of weeks. Now that my move to Canada had been postponed, Tom’s parents were keen for me go back. Tom told me that everyone at the school knew about my mom. Mr Jenkins had mentioned it at the last assembly before the holidays, when he gave instructions to friends of mine who wanted to attend the church service. I was sure that I was going to get a lot of attention when I walked back into school, and maybe a few questions that I didn’t want to answer. Tom and I had been up for ages gettin
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  25. Before moving to Canada, I had spent a lot of time trying to imagine what a Canadian school would be like. Not once had I ever imagined that it would be anything like Stephenson. It was difficult not to be impressed by the facilities. Admittedly, the photographs used on the school website were taken on a summer’s day before the school had even opened, which made it look bigger and brighter than it was on an overcast day in January with seven hundred plus students milling about, but it definitely had the beating of my old school. The underlying theme here seemed to be space, and there w
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  26. There was so much that I wanted to do with him before I had to leave. I had plans. I was going to make it a month to remember. When it came time for me to leave, they were going to have to prise us apart. In just a few incredible hours, I had fallen hopelessly in love with Tom’s penis. I was already familiar with it; I had had it in my sights for a long time. However, that little bit of skin that I used to look at dangling between his legs bared no resemblance to the hot pole of muscle that had earlier been slamming against the back of my throat. Not that I was complaining, I loved playing
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  27. I was already awake and thinking about the day ahead before Daniel’s alarm sounded at six-fifteen. I heard him stirring then the light came on. “Robbie, it’s time to get up man.” “Yeah, I’m awake.” I stretched my arms and waited for my eyes to adjust to the light. I had been dreading this day, long before I even arrived in Canada. I got out of bed, stood up and then sat straight back down again trying to wake myself up and concentrate on what I was sure would turn out to be one of most difficult days of my life. The room was cold and I was still tired despite resting for most of ye
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  28. Prompt #446: List of words – notebook, pen, coffee, a crystal, and a broken light bulb Just a Cereal Avery stared at the notebook, the pen clutched between his fingers. This was so hard. Why the hell was his therapist asking him to do this? "Avery, repressing your memories and anger completely isn't healthy. It allows them to fester inside of you, to control you. Using this notebook to write down or draw out your feelings when they overwhelm you will allow you to start to purge them. They'll never be gone, they are a part of you. But they are a part of your past, not your futu
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  29. "So, tell me all the details!" "No." You're insane. "I know you." "Come on, so it was felspar and malachite, and I know the pattern you used -" "No, I changed it." He swiftly brushed the red notebook into his lap and her hand slapped the empty tabletop. "And it's not even in there, so don't bother." "Then why are you hiding it?" Mala said with a challenging nod and leaned forward over the table. The typical glare of hers had a whole new quality of menacing viciousness to it. "Because it's mine," Teague said with a calm shrug. Never, no way ever in the nine hells would he allow this maniac
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  30. One would be hard pressed to say whether it was the son or the father who was more nervous about the dinner. Jason had spent the entire day cooking and Corey - cleaning! It was a surprise for Jason too. Normally the young teen demanded rewards for merely picking up after himself. You could not have told that was the case given how he had made every room in the house shine. When Jason found his son scrubbing a bathroom floor, he was forced to comment: “Son! I don’t think Travis would be seeing the inside of ‘your’ bathroom.” “You never know”, Core replied without pausing as he wiped behind th
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  31. The morning after. The atmosphere in Jae’s Garage was nowhere near as hectic as it was the day before, although Jae did have the stereo on, pumping the garage with some slow hip-hop. It was business as usual. Already many of the regular customers were parked inside and outside there for their regular tune-ups. Saturday usually meant a night of racing afterwards though nothing as big as last night. The night before was of those “Jae specials” that came along every now and then. Following the events of last night, a tow truck had to be called to pull back Boomer’s wrecked Peugeot 206 G
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  32. At the docks. Boomer was shaking in his seat. His has clamped onto the steering wheel with a vice-like grip. He was breathing a gallon of air a minute and his vision, hearing, and sense of touch were blurry at best. But otherwise he was uninjured considering the spectacular crash he went through. The car was done, however. The radiator was broken and leaking. It was in no shape to continue driving let alone racing. Already a crowd was growing near the Peugeot 206 but first to reach the car were Mrs. Cooper and Max. Mrs. Cooper quickly opened the driver side door to look at Boomer.
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  33. Jae’s garage Outside on the Moscow River, people on Jet skis were racing around buoys on the water. Mister Jiang Jae-Hee, who started all this, was hollering at the racers through a megaphone. Around him he crowds were cheering and his voice was actually getting drowned out a bit. This was how it was in Moscow. After the race was finished, a percentage of the crowd cheered for the winner while a few groaned in frustration like they just lost a bet. Most likely they had. Jae got to them quickly and started collecting their losses. It seemed that in Russia it didn’t seem to matter that
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  34. Gary and I couldn't help but be all over Twoey about Lanni during our run. It was all in good fun, except Gary kept grumbling I won the bet because Twoey must have told me. Twoey denied it over and over. But then Twoey asked how did I find out, and so fast. I smiled and said someday he would discover how incredibly well connected I was. Gary looked right at me and scoffed. “I guess you are unhinged, if you believe that!” SHIT!!!!! It’s when I realized Tommy's mother said something to his mother. Of course she did! Unhinged ...not a word I ever heard Gary use before. They're both gossiping co
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  35. Prompt 454 – Creative Tag – List of Word Use the following in a story – costume, candy apple, big dog, a large bowl, and a broken mask Faris and James Do Halloween “James … James!” I heard my name, and a few moments later it was whispered again. This time it was accompanied some ‘accidental’ bed shaking. Okay, enough! “Faris, stop it! I’m sleeping.” I pulled my pillow around my ears. “But James we need to talk!” Faris shifted position and lay down beside me. “It’s important.” I’m nearly 100% sure it’s not important. Not even a little. Groaning, I turned over to face him. He g
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  36. Kieren and the others kept a firm grip on the ropes as Quintain looked over the edge of the chasm and called to Alairic several times, but there was no reply. The dwarf was doing his best to ascertain what had happened to the elf, but since he'd received no reply it only heightened his concerns. Although no one was sure about the exact reason the elf had failed to respond, they were still reticent to speculate as to what might have happened to him. The warriors thought it would be best to just wait and see how badly the elf had been injured first, if he in fact hadn’t been killed in the fal
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  37. The afternoon was getting hotter, so Evan, Chris and I changed into shorts. I was glad Jacob had reminded me to bring mine. We all helped clearing the table and carrying things into the kitchen. Benedicte and Kristin stayed there, chatting about girly stuff while they loaded the dishwasher and put away the cakes. Evan and Chris decided to take a walk along the beach. I think they needed to talk and perhaps cuddle for a while. Jens moved one of the patio recliners into the shade of a tree and proceeded to saw logs. This left Mom and I together at the garden table, and she immediately went
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  38. I spent Sunday indoors and most of it in bed. Unlike the previous week, I had no desire to venture outside and play in the snow. Daniel wanted to take me shopping for a pair of ice skates and teach me how to skate but I wasn’t up for it. I wasn’t up for much that day and I felt bad for saying no to him all the time. I knew that he enjoyed having me around and we had a lot of fun the week before. Maybe he thought that now that he had a boy close to his own age to hang around with, that it would be like that all of the time. I appreciated his efforts, but all the will in the world wouldn’t have
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  39. Chapter 2 The door creaked as I closed it behind me, and the first thing I noticed about the room I was in was the smell. It reminded me of the forest, with notes of evergreen needles mixed with wood. It was actually quite pleasant, and when I turned around I could do nothing but stare for a few moments, slack-jawed. You know those interior design magazines that show houses of impossibly rich people just to tease you with how your own house could look if only had a couple million dollars to spare? This room looked like that, except better. The floor was polished wood interspersed with
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  40. My Weekly Curse was now about to start. Let me explain how this works. First there is a family breakfast ...together ...at the same time ...everybody ...around the same table ...together! Tommy's mother makes pancakes or eggs or something new I’m sure she or Gary's mom find in some woman’s magazine. Poor Gary has to endure it too. Sometimes we compare notes to see if they both cook the same thing! And they usually do. Such unimagination! Then after that, we get all dressed up and go to CHURCH! And we can’t get out of it. At least Gary gets to go to a Catholic church where they pretty much do
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  41. My friend could not believe I walked away. Gary called me an idiot for not making a move on Kathy. “No wonder you never have a girlfriend! Call her and go to the movies tonight or something.” “I don't even have her number!” He just snorted. “Have Liz get it from Greg, dummy! No wait ...Kathy is one of Mel's friends, I'll get it from her.” And that was it. Within two minutes I had Kathy's number. Mel's friend ...Hmmm. Another connection between me and Kathy. Too many coincidences!! Gary was simply a Google of information today. He also linked up Twoey with some wrestler dude who wanted his n
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  42. The day began so hot and sauna-like. After our run I definitely knew that I wasn't gonna be dressing up--Sorry Gary. So after my shower I just threw on basketball shorts and a light beige cotton tee that said: ADMIT IT I'M HOT! Haha ...and I knew I was gonna be ...All Day! Depending on the weather or humidity my hair can be quite a mess. It even changes color a bit. It’s less blond and more light brown streaky--really mousy! Ugh! My mother always hints I should have it cut, but that ain’t never gonna happen. Today was one of those days. I was finishing my usual bowl of a little whole-grain ce
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  43. Cards on the Table Chapter 26 Michael and Kendall stood clinging together in the brisk cold of their outside parking lot, not consciously registering any stimuli beyond each other. Kendall’s touch in his hair was soothing, and Michael took comfort from it while he tried to sort the jumble of feelings that were running rampant through his brain and heart. It was an impossible task, as Lanny’s revelations echoed in his head. One word above all others reverberated there. ‘Daddy’. That one word flooded him with everything from fear to hope to confusion, and an uncertainty that made h
    1 point
  44. "Titan! You're gonna be late, come on or you won't have time for breakfast." "Coming Mom!" He squeaked. Oh this is frustrating. He cleared his throat and tried again. He could hear his mom chuckle. It wasn't funny, it was frustrating. And worse, it signaled to everyone that his puppies were now doing their job. And that thought brought him to another realization, he'd have to rush a shower too. He couldn't go to school with that thing sticking out. He wasn't looking forward to another day of jokes about him becoming a man now. And the guys were relentless. Gym was a nightmare. Why did his voi
    1 point
  45. Part 6: Star War Cards and Kmart Queers Bright summer Saturdays rolled past. I was able to convince my dad to drop me off at Flo's farm almost every weekend, and pick me up at the end of the day. As autumn rolled around, Rex was kidnapped. A neighbor reported a strange car stopping, getting Rex inside and driving away. Mysteriously, a couple of miserable days later for Flo, she opened her door, and in walked Rex with wagging tail. Flo said it must have been his toothy smile that put the would-be stealers off from keeping him. Even bad guys sometimes know to do the right thing, an
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  46. Zupan hadn’t called up Bay’s little twink friend with any actual plan in mind, so when Zander had suggested a drink that evening, Zupan had mentally shrugged and gone with it. He’d gone for a ‘roll’, hit his top speed against the headwind and come home to deal with emails and some scheduling stuff for the team, had a shower and dressed in jeans since it was cold, and a loose fitting red t-shirt with a black hoodie over the top. After that it had just been a case of rolling down to the bar that Zander had picked. Having spent the last seven years in a wheelchair, Zupan knew pretty much all the
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  47. February 19, 1999 “You're the team fag,” my opponent said, sneering at me. I smiled back at him. “Fuck yeah. Dude, I would so love to suck your dick.” He stared at me, totally shocked, and totally distracted as the referee dropped the puck. I slapped it back to Bledsoe and skated past the guy, knocking him aside. Too funny. I charged ahead, waiting for Bledsoe to pass it up to LeBrand. It was a perfect pass, landing right on the end of LeBrand's stick. He carried it across the blue line into the Cal zone, with me and Turner hot on his heels. I took a millise
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  48. The cutest thing about Ryan was his beautiful bright red lips. Mmmmm...they were so incredibly seductive. There isn't a man or woman alive who can look at those lips and not wonder what it would be like to kiss them. I was the only one who actually knew from experience. Sigh...the taste of those lips...wow...it drove me wild. I never got enough. Laying beside him in that small bed in our little love nest down in Matt's basement, both of us completely naked and hard as rocks, Ryan's kiss was enough to keep my whole body tingling. We rolled over one another, back and forth, the softness of his s
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  49. Most of the day I was spared by the classes I had. In English I ignored Matt, it was usually Jonathon who started the conversations in there anyway. I was also surprised that I had missed a quiz on the book we were all supposed to be reading and listening to. The last two days, I wondered just how much I missed, I didn’t think it would be a lot in the slow moving town, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to make up the quiz. Matt didn’t want to talk to me anyway, he had opened the book as soon as he sat down and pretended to read it until the tape was started. We were starting the last two chap
    1 point
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