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Steve Fulton looked at the fifteen year old boy looking back at him in his bathroom mirror and wondered if he was still cute. His unruly mop of mostly curly, black hair certainly endeared him to his two aunts and a couple great aunts, but would it attract someone to love him? He felt his eyes were too close together and the two black caterpillars crawling across his forehead certainly couldn’t be counted as assets. His nose was pert (his mother’s word). His lips were too thin, but then he didn’t
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Two boys, one of whom can't stand the other, are forced to spend time together. Little do they know, their parents are hoping for something more than just getting to like each other.
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It was Christmas Eve and it was snowing. Bobby couldn’t imagine life getting any better than what was happening at that moment, except maybe including he was on a train headed for his grandparents’ house. He’d never been on a train, at least not that he could remember. His mother said she’d taken him when he was a baby, but who can remember what happened when they were a baby. Bobby couldn’t, so he was enjoying the ride. He was alone, too. That made him feel kind of sad. His dad, the worthles
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Twelve year old Bobby travels by train to visit his grandparents for Christmas, but all is not as he remembered from the previous summer. For one, there is his thirteen year old cousin, Carl, who Bobby never met.
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I have to go to school tomorrow after being away for over a month, but today Tim is taking me to meet his Uncle Jerry for some reason. I wasn’t listening to his explanation. We’re taking him to lunch down on the waterfront, a place I had heretofore avoided for reasons I’ll get into later. Mostly, though, it wasn’t the kind of place a kid my age ventured unless he was interested in boat things or teamsters and longshoremen doing their thing on the docks and in all the warehouses. There was, thoug
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Kiel was waiting for me when I got home from school. I hadn’t seen him all day, but there he was standing at our back door. He had a coil of rope in one hand. He didn’t look happy. “Tim called me last night and chewed me out for threatening you,” Kiel said, flatly. “You’ve wanted me to fuck you for a long time, but when I’m finally ready, you said I was trying to rape you. You’ve been raped so many times you don’t know when someone just wants to have sex with you. Well, Geoff, ol’ buddy, time t
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“I want to do it with you.” Those words hung in my ear like the creepy music in a horror flick. They made shivers go up my spine, a nauseous feeling to turn my stomach, disgusting thoughts to trouble my mind. Why? Well, because they came out of the mouth of the last person I might have expected to come up with such a request. After church on Sunday, I was not in the mood for much of anything. Seeing Mark on that stretcher and knowing there were people in my high school capable and willing to d
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The next two weeks were spent like any other two weeks in the life of a high school sophomore at North Park High in the autumn; football, football, football. No more movies because Monica and Mark were too busy getting him ready for football games. He’d made it onto the varsity team this year, and not because he was the meanest, baddest tight end the school had. There wasn’t a junior to play the position and the only senior close to being able to fill the slot was simply pathetic whenever someon
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The new school year at North Park High started without me. I showed up a couple of weeks later. It takes a while to recover from a stabbing by someone who knows where to put in the knife. Only, they missed a lot of arteries, by only fractions of an inch, though. I could’ve died on that bridge. They were that close. Nicked my liver, trashed the lower right lobe of my lungs to where removing it was the better option. The scars from the surgery were much bigger than the stab wounds. The scars in my
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My desire for Kiel seemed to increase exponentially after Uncle Walter gave me a “good” talking to. I guess it was the old birds and bees talk most fathers are supposed to give their sons, but my birds and bees were mostly roosters and drones. It was probably the talk Kiel wanted me to get from Neil. All I wanted was to tell him I knew the secret handshake and my membership card was in the mail. Only, Kiel seemed to be spending a lot of time with Tim. Two deaths in a year’s time is a lot for a
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A couple days later, I was out throwing the basketball at the backboard. I wasn't even trying to get it in the net. I figured I'd let Chance have a go at making me into the next great basketball star. I tried not noticing Kiel coming out his back door. I heard the gate on his fence open, but I didn't want him thinking I was expecting him to come over. I was still too mad at him. "Your mom called me," Kiel said, sitting down on the grass beside the driveway. "She said we need to make up before g
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In August, Mom and Dad were supposed to take me and Sally down to Disneyland because we could stay with Dad’s little brother who was some sort of movie producer and had a huge house in Bel Air. The only problem I had was Stevie was supposed to go with us, so I wasn’t particularly happy when Mom decided Kiel could sub for Stevie. Of course, Sally was happier than a slice of veal still frolicking in the pasture. She was absolutely giddy because her favorite babysitter was going with us. She was lo
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A new family moved into the Carlson house almost exactly two months after my best friend died. I read about the accident in the morning paper while eating my usual breakfast of unsweetened wheat puffs floating in homogenized milk. (I liked going to the Milk Barn with my dad because he always asked for two homos and a pint of cream. The clerk never flinched, but I was practically busting a gut from laughing inside. I don’t think Dad ever realized what he was saying.) A gasoline truck had been sp
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Young suicidal, sexually insatiable, Geoff Johnson finds love in a beautiful boy named Tim Chambers, who once forced him into a sexual situation, only to have Tim torn from his presence as a result of Tim’s parents’ criminal activities. Always wondering whether he will see Tim again, Geoff seeks sexual relief from a never ending string of boys who he hopes will become the boyfriend he lost in Tim.
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“I was thinking we should get some yellow curtains for this window,” Zach said as he looked out the kitchen window of the small guest cottage at the McDonald estate. That was his official residence now, until he, or rather Bud McDonald, decided it was financially advantageous to move into a piece of real estate all his own. In accordance with Uncle David’s revised will, Zach received a portion of the estate and Bud McDonald was named as the financial advisor. What that boiled down to in pract
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There weren’t a lot of kids at the birthday party. Paul decided early in the planning to turn Zach’s old bedroom into the children’s room where they could watch DVDs, play video games, or whatever it was children do when not welcome with adults. The kids at the birthday party weren’t unwelcome, though, but Paul figured they needed a refuge from adult activity and the bedroom was the logical choice as it was furthest from the dining and living rooms, and had a lot of more space than the extra roo
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Zach stared at the tip of Jeremy’s cock as it spewed cum onto his face. He couldn’t figure out why he liked pulling off at the last moment to watch this incredible feat of physiological engineering, but since Jeremy’s release from Bud’s form of house arrest, he’d been doing that very thing. Jeremy, on the other hand, tried to swallow Zach’s cock at the moment of impact. He took it all in his mouth then hold the cock in his mouth until it decided to wither or remain hard for another assault.
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“I’m thinking of throwing a surprise birthday party for David,” Paul said as he spooned some broccoli beef onto his plate. They were at a touristy Chinese restaurant in the International District, probably because Bruce asked Paul to take them out and Paul always included Zach in all their excursions. Their waitress, a young Chinese-American, had a nametag that said she was Suzie Wong; and, when Bruce introduced her as an acquaintance, Zach started watching her looking for those hidden signs
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Doctor Jeffers was sitting on the desk when Zach and Sara walked into Room 321, Napoleon Hall. He smiled, but his eyes were filled with evil. A new term, new freshmen, new blood to be let and Doctor Jeffers held the scalpel. Most of their classmates from summer term were spread out through the room, trying to avoid the good Doctor’s attention. It was hopeless to hide, though. The Doctor had a dagger and was fully capable of throwing it straight into your heart, wherever you sat. There were ab
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Zach was awake, but didn’t want to open his eyes. He was tired, too tired to move, too tired to get up, too tired to respond to Bruce’s soft caress along his bare thigh, but he wasn’t too tired not to answer the morning call of a full bladder. He was hard, but didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything other than his deteriorating mental state. That he cared about a great deal. He was almost certain he needed to go somewhere, maybe a psychiatric hospital or ward, and get drugged into normalcy un
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He was falling. There was no dream. No image of the world dropping away, only a sense of falling, falling, falling. It seemed to go on forever. Warm lips pressed against his. He opened his mouth and accepted the probing tongue. There was a scream off in the distance; so far away he couldn’t be certain it was human or something else. He tried not thinking about it. Zach opened his eyes to a darkened room. He felt a presence next to him and turned to see Bruce smiling. “Twice in the same day
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They were lying on Zach’s bed facing each other, still fully clothed. Bruce was trying to act calm and cool, but it was more than obvious he was so nervous he’d likely shit his pants if Zach touched him. Zach was biding his time, though, waiting for Bruce to work up the nerve to kiss him because they both knew once that started nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to stop the inevitable. Only, Bruce wasn’t certain what was inevitable and Zach wasn’t about to push the issue. He had all the time
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Zach knew something was up when Sarah took the James Street exit from I-5 and headed straight toward Uncle David’s condominium. He had expected some warning, but she simply drove into the load/unload zone and turned off the engine. “I assume this is my stop,” Zach said. “Grandfather said your uncle is willing to let you stay here,” Sarah said. “He doesn’t want me back at the house, then,” Zach said. He looked at Jeremy, who seemed too shocked to say anything. “No,” Sarah said, “but J
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Conan was standing at the bedroom door drinking root beer from a can when Zach woke up. He didn’t say a word, just stood there across the room not looking at anything in particular. Zach eased himself up in the bed, but was having a little difficulty considering his right arm was on the floor over near where Conan was standing. The bloody knife that obviously had been used to sever it from Zach’s body was stuck in the floor next to arm. Zach looked at his armless shoulder and, while he really di
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Zach slowly walked across the lake of fire as his feet sank into the soft fiery mud sending flashes of pain up his legs. A man called for him or it seemed a man was calling his name from somewhere beyond the edge of his awareness. Except for momentary flashes of bright orange light, all was black. All his concentration was focused on taking the next step, pulling a foot out of the fire, and then carefully placing the scorched sole back into the blazing heat. He lived for the next moment when one
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