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Hey, hey, come on! He's not that much of a nympho He's just young, wild and happy Umm... This was only half of the intended chapter. It will become clear in the next. Promise! Thanks for always being there to read and comment
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I laid my head on his chest. “A melodic heartbeat under my ear…” I softly said. He giggled and squirmed. Ticklish. I lifted my head and kissed each of his nipples. My tongue began circling around them. The delicate body under me wiggled and tried to lift up while two warm hands, on my head and shoulder, were pushing me to move somewhere south. I lifted my head and my eyes met two filled-with-lust blue orbs. Against the weak force of his body I moved my attention upwards while brushing his skin w
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How better will it get in tomorrow’s dawn of hope? And in the face of dusk will we see a sunrise? Will the one to bring a change carry the diminished dreams or will the ruthless cycle march into the oblivion of hate? Answer, You, will it change? Will you remember the souls’ will? Will we never see again ostracism of the same? Then… if only selfish are the wicked, then my wickedness is hope…
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To walk in “I” in search for answers; to travel by your own pace through the soul. Countless reasons by the name of choices. Myriads of moments spread… in the self’s exalt. To those who say: “Your life is early to really know yourself!” – the blinded cycle of the wise – show them not in half and not too shallow what the proof of… your existence is.
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Thank you =)
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I'm trying to catch a funny-named editor, but they're rare to find! Even more if they have a funny name and do a good job. I'm sorry for the caused discomfort and the unclarity of my thoughts. It was not my reason to make you not understand. Honest! Not another story; it's just my mind working in multilayered mode. Actually, if you notice when I usually put text in italics, you would understand. Thanks for reading!
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Real as the candies I'm eating. Why would you think he is imagined? :> This chapter is a story by itself and the purpose it serves will be revealed soon. Hmm... Sorry if it's confusing, but it was in italics
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Morphing Satisfaction “Come on. They are probably there already!” one of the boys said. “It’s not like they will go anywhere, Pete.” “No, but I don’t want to make them wait. Plus, I’m eager to hear the story! So, hurry up and take your shower, Joe!” The room was bright. The blinds of the glass walls were lifted and the sun’s morning rays were traveling in a playful and dazzling light. The only two walls, the one with the doors and the other with the bed next to it, as well as the ceiling, we
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Rain Figure A question there rises, bear it in mind: was the imaginary sex great or not at all fine? Why did it always happen to me, I asked? Why did something always have to happen when I was having a good time? There I was, enjoying the solitary moments of fishing; moments that only those devoted to the sport know how precious they are. I didn’t expect at all that it would rain today! When the dark clouds covered the clear sky, I knew that my fishing trip was over. Not long after that i
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The queerness of “I”, which is a blasphemy to nature in the frivolous mindset of “they”, is an incredible shape-shifting existence inside the boundless ambience of the soul. A flickering illumination, like the light from an omniscient star in the indigo-night sky, it uncovers a deeply-emotional understanding of the universal liaison and the transcendent expression of empathy. The path of self in “I” is through times lightless and morbidly thorned with shadows of uneasily tamable e
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For us whose first love was a boy and have shed a tear about him… For those who’ve questioned, searched and found… For you who feel alone against the world… Being gay? Being queer? Different? No. It's about being human... The chained questions that follow after that single, most important one: “Who am I?” Think about all the people who have given up. Who remembers them? What happens with the Androgyny myth? Some paths of fate become abruptly sealed… How cruel can the disappointment fro
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A series of poems about the search for sunlight. An invitation for an individual walk in your soul.
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No Purple?
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Enjoyed your story, hehe. I like how the title fits perfectly and gives us an insight hint about the "happy accident" in a fragment of the boys' life that finally brought them together. It made me think if something harmful has to happen for us to crack open that shell and express, tell, feel great and never again bottled up. Huh...
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We managed to pass through the corridor, where people sitting in the most uncomfortable positions gossiped about the usual stuff, and went to look in the living room. I was still holding Merry’s hand and wasn’t bothered at all. They were going to see me and I didn’t care. The contact between us was becoming so addictive that, if possible, I would stay like this all night. Though, there was more to come later in the night. The living room was spacious. There were people everywhere around the hou
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Just a little longer The next chapter has some surprises in store, hehe.
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His name rhymes with Beary (as in teddy bears)
yoxone commented on yoxone's story chapter in His name rhymes with Beary (as in teddy bears)
Come on! There's nothing to be embarrassed about... well, only a little. But Jace won't let himself be put in that state because of that tricky Hayden; what's more, Merry was right there in front of him, so no - feeling diminished is not an option. Thanks for your words -
Imagine your son having a boyfriend like Jace. Won't you let them be together without any objection? Haha. Jace, Jace... he's something special together with Merry. And Merry's parents are strange, I tell you, not the usual boring kind. Send your son with "Jace" and then peak through the window, but don't be caught! You will see the most the most graceful affection shared... and a kiss maybe. But that's only Jace and Merry, so only imagine! And the parents are crazy...
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A rush of joviality filled my head every time I went back to our moments under the beech tree. I still didn’t believe how things have managed to work out. From the first moment I saw him in the school hallway I was infatuated by him. And as that affection grew, it was becoming harder to keep myself under control every time I laid eyes on him. Just a week! The past week changed everything. As I think about it now, this was the first time I’ve felt like this for someone; it was never this strong
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Jace is not your average your average teenage boy because I've not given him the typical American teenager's mind. You say in today's day and age as though we have made some progress in our understandings of the different. Just because there are politics and laws regarding people's relations doesn't mean that they are kept. It's human nature. There may be gay-straight alliances in America but to most parts of the world that's a far-off cry. And thank you for commenting
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“Jace, you’re an idiot!” Hayden angrily exclaimed. For some reason I told her everything that happened yesterday. She knew me better than anyone, but I guess this time was a little too much of me for her to handle. All night long I thought about Merry. He asked me that question. He knew all the time that I was looking at him in the hallways. Was I that obvious in my crush? “…why did you follow me inside?” The question gave me no rest. What will I say to him? I left him confused… I’m such a j
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His strange idea that he will find snow if he climbed up there didn’t leave him even after the weather report had said there wouldn’t be any on Christmas Eve. As winter break was getting nearer, the joy and excitement about the holidays was growing bigger to a point where it was out of control. Maybe it was because school would be out for the kids, or perhaps the Christmas spirit settled into every home, that the exhilarating mood was spreading like an avalanche that couldn’t be stopped unle
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A boy who doesn't believe in Christmas wishes to see snow. He follows his strange idea and goes after the light, only to fall into a strange situation.
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Chapter 9 - He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not
yoxone commented on Comicality's story chapter in Chapter 9 - He Loves Me...He Loves Me Not
The waiting has finally ceased... There I was, believe it or not, yesterday: traveling slowly and lonely up the escalator at the mall. And for some strange reason the young and lovable Tristan flashed through my head like oasis in front of a lost traveler in the desert. Moreover, not just him, but also the whole set of joyful, overwhelming paradise feelings from his meeting with Jesse. You can guess what my surprise was when I saw the chapter posted today... -
Is the truth in the reflection of the surface or in the serenity of the depths... The ripples will take anything disturbing the peaceful grace of the lake to the shores. The little scratches are unimportant... Hehe, it caught my interest, because it made me remember something similar.
