Arch Hunter

Sunday can't come fast enough. Rufus and I ignore each other at school, but that's nothing new. I hope nothing comes up this time because we have to present the project on Tuesday. It would be sad if our grade suffered because of a little beef, after all the work we put into it. On Saturday evening, I text him, "I'll come over at 11, okay?" "Okay," he replies. After ten minutes of silence, I write, "wyd?" It takes him a while to reply, "I'm at a friend's house." "Okay, s

“Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me I once was lost, but now I’m found Was blind, but now I see ‘Twas grace that taught…” Nate’s voice sank, and he gave me a startled look. I stopped playing and took my hands off the keyboard. “I… I’m sorry…” he managed. He was on the verge of tears. I quickly stood up, trotted around the piano, and knelt down before Nate, so our faces were at the same level. I grabbed his hands and looked him reassuringly

Nate can't wait for the New Year's Eve concert. His performance is going to be the turning point in his trouble life, he knows it. But just a few days before the big day, something happens that might well ruin everything.

As a former Tyler (in my late teens) I can say you've made the right choice 🙌 Let's hope Tyler comes around before breaking someone's heart. I hope he continues to be somehow relatable, even if not likeable. If only he could hear you...

Been there, not fun, haha! Tyler is not on the team. And yes, a healthy, mature person would probably ask these questions his friends, and himself. Good point! Things weren't so bad for Mr. E. when I started writing this story a few months ago. Anyway, Tyler's opinions aren't mine and I don't believe in censoring media because of whatever current afairs are, so I'm going to keep him and revisit this chapter in 5 years. Who knows, it may be even funnier and more out of place then Yep, I think Rufus starts to understand who Tyler really is. When you're a pile of chickenshit, it's a thin line to become a bullies' yes man if you don't want to be one of the "losers". Not that I would know...

Why can’t I just keep my hands to myself? All it took was to wait a fucking hour or two until we go to my room and take things safe and slow. But no, I just couldn’t wait to get inside his pants, now it’s just awkward. I'm editing audio tracks from our microphones with my headphones on. Every now and then, I steal glances at Rufus but his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, so I just go back to my work. And at least that is something to be proud of! The sounds of birds and crickets are serene a

All the horrific things you want to do to my flawless protagonist. Rufus should consider himself lucky! Okay, maybe T. deserves a slap or two 🤔

Mental advancement seems crucial... you can't improve if you think it's not you who's the problem. I hope you enjoy where it goes from here ❤️

"Tyler! Your friend is here!" my mom shouts from the front door. I check my reflection in the mirror to make sure I look great and leave my room to go and greet him. I wear my denim and a polo shirt, which I'd typically only wear outside, but it's a special occasion. I come downstairs, and he's standing awkwardly in the doorway, wearing a backpack and holding his laptop. It's 85 degrees outside, but he still wears his jeans and a button-down shirt. Come to think of it, I've never seen

Hopefully less than all 14 chapters 🤞 Thanks, I'll post it today What more can I say! 🤣 Thank you! I'm glad to see familiar faces, thanks for reading everyone!

Fifteen-year-old Tyler Webb doesn't come from a very accepting background, but his bisexuality has never caused him any problems. With no previous crushes on other boys, his secret seems safe and irrelevant. It all changes on an otherwise regular day at school. Can he deal with his newfound sexual attraction and the expectations of his family and friends?

“Told you they’d be here,” Dwight whispers to us. I don’t often hear him whispering. Dwight’s voice is loud and resonant, and he rarely cares to lower it, whatever the reason. Like an evil version of Harry Potter - never afraid to drop an F-bomb in front of a teacher while the class freezes in fear. It amazes me that he’s decided to keep it quiet just because we’re in the school library. At least there’s one sacred thing in his life. Or maybe he’s afraid that every librarian has a gun with

Heyy, thanks so much for sticking around I like him too! It took a long time for their two distant worlds to actually allow them to to get to know each other... Thank you :3 I'm located in western Poland so I'm not remotely threatened... and if I am then it means that the whole world is f*cked as well haha. I'm pretty sure it won't come to this! what if Sasha treats Jakey just as a friend and Sammy his his Holy Grail... we'll see soon! Deep down, Sammy is a honest boy and having this huge chink of his life that he has to keep secret makes him grow distant from his friends... that's not what he bargained for so let's hope he'll find a solution. Being 15, horny and confused won't help a bit! He's not proud of it either but I feel the same about it. I couldn't put it better myself ^^ No surprise all the years of circling around resulted in such an explosive climax!

Jake and I loved spending time with each other, but it was only natural that there were some things we did separately. Jake enjoyed sports, and I enjoyed cooking and playing video games. There were other things, too. New Year’s Eve party was one of the less obvious ones. Since we were allowed to spend it with our friends, Jake was with his football friends, and I would team up with the nerds from my class, including Dean. A few years ago, we tried mixing the two crowds by hosting a party at

It was the coldest day of the year so far. The chilly wind was howling outside and I was happy I had no reason not to stay at home all day. Mom was at work and Jake was at the swimming pool. But I wasn’t alone. “Now, you just throw everything into the blender cup and shred it all on medium settings. Sasha, you can do the honors.” Sasha looked bored and unimpressed as he pushed the blender button and everything inside started whirling, slowly turning into a uniform pulp. I gave up on t

“We need to talk,” I texted Keith. We hadn’t seen each other for a few days and it was starting to get frustrating. It wasn’t his fault - we were just busy with other things and I was spending what was left of my free time with Patrick. I didn’t want to neglect him but living a lie was becoming unbearable. I really liked the little guy and I couldn’t force myself to break up with him before I knew where I stood with Keith. It was very selfish of me, I know, but I had no experience with brea

Thank you everyone for sticking around... You have no idea how much it means to me. The boys were lucky but I think you gave me a really bad good idea! More Sammy and Jakey (and other stories) coming soon!

Jake’s gentle snoring woke me up, but when I rolled to my side to cuddle, I noticed that he wasn’t there. I opened my eyes and he wasn’t in his bed either. There was no trace of him in the room and I almost blamed it on my dream when I saw him sleeping in the fetal position on the ground, next to my bed. “Jakey,” I whispered and nudged him. “Five more minutes…” he mumbled without closing his eyes. “Jakey… What are you doing? Please come back to bed.” “Nuh, huh,” he protested

Zack is clearly testing Andrew's boundaries and it dsoesn't look like he's going to stop there!

Maybe it was because of the way the stars aligned; maybe the gods of teenage lust chose to play with my feelings, or maybe it’s just what every teenager must come through at some point. I don’t know and I don’t care. What matters is the weeks following my sidebar action with Keith were extremely awkward and intense. It all started with awkwardness. I woke up feeling the weight of a boy’s body on top of me. “Kei…sss me Patrick,” I said. Fuck, I almost called him Keith. Patrick d

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I’m not a boy who can stick his penis just about anywhere and never think about it again. I liked my emotions neatly on a shelf and now they were all over the floor. We didn’t talk much after we woke up. I think Keith was ashamed of losing his anal virginity. I started wondering if we’d ever be able to treat each other as equals again. When he dressed up and left, I cuddled with Patrick for a while. “It was fun,” he said. “Yeah,” I agreed. For the most part, it was. “D

Interesting observations! You've analysed the story more indepth than I did And you know, the only type of person, who can speak about his sexuality with unwavering confidence is an inexperienced teen

Thank you very much for all the comments ❤️ I love reading your prediction and theories... time will tell which ones were closer to the truth!