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You write "BITCH" really well Grrrrrr. Bitch, and did I say Bitch. OH, I know, I left off the heartless part.

OMG! And Tanner even knows! They need to find him a BF and quick. This is too good. Talk about left turns in a story! A master! No other word for it. Wordsmith extraordinaire!

I'd rather stay here with YOU people! Loving it. And CHRIS! OMG. The master has spoken. And this just keeps getting better and better.

I was right, sinister protagonists. The worst kind of all. Themselves! Aided of course by Chris and the like. Another great chapter.Wrought, or rather frot, with primal teenage lust. You do well showing the the blind abandonment of hormone induce teenage passion. A wonderful chapter. r

Did I say it couldn't get better? I hope not because then 'ME' being wrong would be in public record! Hey! I have a rep to maintain you know. Just do me a flavor, don't make me hate you when this is done. Well done. r

Just when you think it can't get any better . . . enter Cosmie. And Jeff got his just deserts. I hope we get a taste of the ramifications to Jeff later on. too good Cosmie, just too good.

I love this story the best. Well, except maybe for your gay vampire lust stories. they suck, but in the best ways!

A fantastic love story! Well done. Not the usual angst present on this one. It makes me wonder where you will go with it. Soo much love and the boy got boy right off. The protagonist in this one will have to turn out to be totally homophobicly evil that satan himself will have to ask for lessons. Loving it. Thanks Cosmie!

Brilliantly done Cosmie. Loved it. And loved the message. It DOES get better and you've told them in a beautifully convincing way. I think every gay kid out there felt alone at some point and many did for a long, long time. Thanks for helping the cause. Maybe if one out there who feels alone reads it, they'll realize it just takes a little time sometimes. Cheers! r

Well written in the Cosmie style. A little Billy Chase-ish in the attempt to discover the person who kissed him at the party. Another Home run though I am sure. I wonder if Carter noticed the "C" on his hand?

A fantastic chapter Mark. I felt the angst within, as they realized their probable plight. I marveled at the ingenuity of Granger hailing fraudulently and realized that the lack of technology, allowed it to realistically happen. It would be difficult for me, as a writer, (or so I have fancied myself until I read from the master's work) to "unlearn" technology in my thinking. It shows how well that you become Granger when he steps forward to be written in your mind's eye. You also place the reader, very believably, in the pitch black of the sea at night. How scary it would be to be underway with no idea of the path before you. And the balls it took to think that you could navigate through a fleet undetected in it. The absolute silence of the night, except the sea lapping at the bow of the ship, as it made way knowing that there was a very real chance of coming upon something in the blackness of night that was too close to navigate away from. Prayers whispered and knees knocking the only distractions to the watch, save that of the sudden need and fear of taking a piss. It had to be a "damned if you do and damned if you don't" feeling. Were it me in Granger's shoes, the new uniform would have certainly been necessary as I would have shat the current one, but I fear the pucker effect would have prevented changing. And my orders might have been, "Mr. Clifton, pass the bucket of bacon fat amongst the crew for lube, we're all screwed and this is gonna hurt!" Once again, you've shown how pleasurable it would have been, to be Granger's tailor. What a set of balls the guy had to have! An after thought. It would have been interesting to have found a brand on the right wrist of the admiral! God, I'm gonna hate to see this one end. Cheers! r

A great Chapter Mark. Thanks soooo very much I needed that. It was great to see the evolution of Granger. But it makes me ask, is he doomed? Remember, that he has made friends with Caroline and even a pact to watch over the well being of george. Hmmmmmm

Yes, it makes perfect sense. Thank you. No greater compliment could be given. You have demonstrated exactly the emotions I intended to make the reader feel. This was an anthology entry. My first. Short stories are always more difficult to write because you can waste no words. Each one must count. It was a good challenge.

A "See If You Can Seuss" contest entry.

Poetry - free Style, no meter

The Throw away Boy

Dawn came and it signaled another day of surviving. Getting better wasn't even considered, just survive it. That's how it has been for the last three weeks. The Doctor had asked Becky to stay away for a while to allow him to separate himself from everything in his life until he could sort out what was good and what was painful. He said right now he was so distraught that even family would represent Tad and his pain. It was hard for Becky to agree but she knew he was right. The boys had grown

"They're coming," Markie ran ahead to tell them. Becky was doing CPR and rescue breathing. Andy was holding his hand and praying, tears rolling down his cheeks. The paramedics came and climbed to the first level. "Keep working until we get set up." He said to Becky. He continued to set up noticing the amount of blood pooled behind his head. He stopped and took his penlite and shined it in his eyes. First one, then the other. He sat up and took a breath and laid a hand on her shoulder. "You

The dim glow of the sun was just beginning to make the darkness blue, signaling the arrival of a new day. Gladys and Becky were still in their chairs at the foot of the stairs. "How many does that make?" Gladys asked Becky. "Jeez, I lost track. Sometimes one just sorta fades into another . . ." ( "Ahah ahah ahah ahaaaaaaaaaaaaa" " Oh shit, I'm comin' too! Oh, oh, ooooh" ) "Like that! That right there, how do you know? Was that one, or two? Actually, it's been more like one continuous one.

"What's wrong? Why are you holding him, and why is he crying?" Tad was on him, ready to pummel him, but instead took Andy in his arms. "Talk to me Andy," he said hugging him. But he just hugged him and held him. Looking at Adam he said, "What did ya do to him?" Adam stood up and put his clothes back on, then looked at Tad and the naked weeping boy in his arms. "Nothing, I didn't do anything. You want anything else then you'll need to talk to Andy." He turned and leaped down from the rocky pe

Andrew listened for a moment then realized that Tad could not be sucking his dick and talking too! "What the . . . who are YOU?!" he said pulling his ass up towards the pillow to get away. But the little guy on his dick followed along. Hobbling along, holding Andrews rapidly recharging rod in one hand and working his own piece of steel with the other, as he kept, mouth stretched open widely, trying to catch up enough to get his mouth back over the end of Andrew's oozing rigid staff. His tong

"Come on, let's crawl in the sack. Tomorrow will be a better day." Andrew said as their excitement began to dwindle. They dried off and grabbed their clothes and held them in front as they sprinted bare ass to the bedroom and quietly closed the door. "Climb in. It's freezing out there." Andy said holding the covers up for Tad to climb in behind him. The boys spooned and gently drifted off to sleep. There was a huge noise, people were screaming! Bodies were flying around as the room s

The boys climbed into the back and Becky climbed into the passenger side. "Becky, could you . . ., would you mind driving us there? I don't see as good as I used to at night." "Sure," she slid over and Gladys climbed into the passenger seat. Becky started the engine and they rolled to the end of the drive way. "Which way do I go, I don't know the way?" "Oh, that's right. Go left down to 81 and we'll take that to the right and stay on that until you see the signs for the hospital." It

Morning came for Andy with a splitting headache and his ass hurt. "Oh Shit my head hurts!" Tad heard him and stretched! "Ouch! Oak, I'd say. Hey Tad, It seems your salami was cold last night and you decided to park her in the garage!" Tad just sort of nodded and mumbled. Andrew tightened his ass muscles and started moving. Headache or no headache he was about to get a load. The more he did it the hotter he got and the less his head hurt. He sat up and spun around on top of him an

School was easier now that everything was out in the open and now that Kenny was a full blown queen. Buster was pretty much alone and kept to himself. He still protected his balls every time he saw Andrew coming in his direction. "Got study hall second and third periods to work on our book reports. Teachers are gone for some meeting. Substitutes in the library. Come on, let's get a table. We can work on them together. What's yours on?" "I've got President Garfield. What have you got?" "