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CasualWanderer82

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  1. Dog's Creek had been submerged in the most unrelenting rain for over four days. The fields had flooded, the dirt roads had collapsed, and the bridge to the church had been inundated, preventing anyone from passing through. Outside, the thundering storm roared with reckless abandonment. But inside the chapel, the most disarming peace reigned—a silent serenity brought on by Adam's presence. The boy had been secluded inside, under the watchful care of Father Daniel, since that fateful day he c
  2. As Damien's eyelids fluttered open, he was jolted forward by the sudden stop of the bus, coming to a halt within the expansive plaza that led to the grand entrance of the luxurious resort. A quiet yawn escaped his perfectly formed, crimson lips, stretching as his arms slowly extended. Clad in a pristine white tank top emblazoned with the emblem of the resort, his flawless, lightly bronzed complexion gleamed beneath it. At age 20, standing 5 feet 7 inches, Damien epitomized youthful splendor with
  3. Damien is a confident, driven young man who works at one of the most luxurious resorts in Barbados. But the arrival of a celebrity guest, a star NFL player, might turn his perfect world upside down...
  4. Father Daniel's car raced through the dark road, his eyes locked on the windshield, hands trembling, desperately trying to keep the steering wheel steady as the landscape rushed violently past them. "What the fuck is wrong with him?!" Thomas cried out from the back seat, holding Adam's head on his lap as the boy choked and shivered violently. The priest's eyes peeked at the rearview mirror, locking on Thomas. They were still glistening with disbelief. Just a few minutes ago, the pastor
  5. Noah Wayward has built a fragile life with his boyfriend Shane, held together by prescription pills, emotional walls, and the careful suppression of a traumatic past. But when Noah's estranged older brother Joshua, freshly released from prison, appears without warning, the equilibrium shatters triggering something primal in Noah. Something that's been waiting, silently, patiently, for a way out...
  6. "What we feel and do is beyond our control. That's our strength and our weakness." Noah's body fired from the bed before his mind caught up with it, raven curls snapping forward, sweat flinging from the tips in a cold scatter. His chest heaved. His hands found the mattress and gripped. The dark of the room pressed in from every angle, and for a moment he didn't know where he was, only that the voice had been right there, right inside his ear, intimate as a secret. Then the lamp
  7. [6 months earlier] "Jesus, Uncle John." Lucas chuckled. "Shut the fuck up and come here," John demanded. Lucas rushed for the chair and hopped into his uncle's lap, who enveloped the boy in his arms. "He deserved it. Fucking arrogant prick." He groaned, stuffing his face inside Lucas' neck and kissing the boy. "How the fuck are you?" He questioned. "I'm Bored. And it's barely starting," Lucas whined, pulling away from his uncle's embrace and standing up. He seemed restless as he w
  8. "Holy fuck!" William clamored as he lay on the king-size bed, his hands holding Bowie's head as it bobbed between his father's legs, his lips wrapped around the hunk's 11-inch monster, swallowing the thickest load of that evening. William chuckled with contentment, his lips stretching as he gazed down. Bo's head lifted, his deep, dark eyes sparkling with passion. In the back, Lucas played the piano. His long and delicate fingers weaved a beautifully mellow piece across the greenhouse.
  9. I wouldn't say naive, but pure. Questions to be answered. I'll dive back into it soon!
  10. I'm glad you're on board! Thank you for the feedback.
  11. I think you're on to something 🤔 🤫
  12. He works in mysterious ways...😉 Thank you for the feedback. It means a lot!
  13. I appreciate the positive feedback!
  14. Thank you for pointing it out. Although if we were to add disclaimers for everything that readers might find uncomfortable, the warning would be as long as the story itself. As GayAuthors states: "everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you. "
  15. Once upon a time, in a little town called Dog's Creek, there was a boy named Adam...
  16. "Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." The young man's voice whispered through the wooden grid, his fair skin flushing slightly. There was a momentary pause before a long sigh broke from the other side of the confessional. "Adam..." The priest muttered, sounding slightly annoyed. "What now?" He questioned, his voice reverting to a more accommodating tone. "I've been having impure thoughts, Father." The melodic, sweet voice admitted. The priest lifted his head, his eyes scanni
  17. "Stop sulking, child." Aibeleen sounded as she stepped onto the porch, her tired body leaning against the doorway as she soaked her hands with a kitchen towel. "I hate it when you call me that," William replied, his eyes locked on a large slice of freshly baked chocolate cake. "I'm not a child." He added. "Ever since your little legs could carry you around, you'd come racing down here. Whenever you had a problem or got into trouble. Not so much these days." Aibee stated as she sipped o
  18. [25 years earlier] William's green eyes blinked slowly from behind the balcony, locked on the crystal clear water that filled the pool downstairs, whose surface was hectic and disorganized as several young men and women splashed around inside it. They laughed and groaned, passing a small plastic ball between them as the young women sitting around the stoned edge expertly faked their enthusiasm to get the boy's attention. William's eyes rolled slowly at their pathetic attempt. Being 18 years
  19. [Present time] "Fuck!" Bo whimpered, his body being pressed against the couch as William drilled his 11-inch cock into him. "I missed you." William snorted, his words being cut short by his heavy breathing, ass lifting over Bo's smooth, muscular body before lunging down aggressively. He suddenly collapsed on the raven-haired stud, his nose diving inside his neck. Bo looped his head to the side, carrying his luscious hair with it, his mouth inches from William's. "We fucked two day
  20. [15 years earlier] "Come now, don't be shy," William called with a palliative tone. Bowie's 6-year-old mesmerizing dark eyes peeked from behind Nora, his little fingers pulling gently on her skirt. He gazed at William as he kneeled before the boy, awestruck by the towering figure's plunging emerald stare. "See? I told you," Nora uttered. That woman spoiled him rotten," she remarked, stepping aside and nudging Bo's tiny body forward with her hand. All three stood inside the ti
  21. [3 years earlier] "What the fuck are you doing, Bowie?" The strapping young man hollered from the other side of the street. "Let's go!" He pressed. Bo had been standing on a sidewalk for some time, his feet firmly grounded as his body wavered from one side to the other, battling his drunken state. Yet his eyes were steady, locked on a giant outdoor billboard beaming with lights, signaling the entrance to "The Beatnik Palace," the infamous hotel from Iron Saint's bohemian district. He s
  22. Such funny, sweet and beautiful words. Thank you for taking this journey with me. Hope it's not the last!
  23. The only people that matter in Iron's Saint town are the Wilde family. They're affluent, celebrated, and admired. But behind their flawless existence, dark secrets lie. Ones that will shake the foundations of everything they built and stand for.
  24. It was August 15th, the warmest day of the year. Everyone who was anyone was at the Wilde's pool party, the wealthiest family in Iron Saint's town. They were notorious for their parties and money but primarily for giving birth to their two sons, Bowie and Lucas, deemed by everyone in the city the most beautiful pair of young men ever to grace the earth. Every high-society family coveted these parties. They were the perfect opportunity to parade their daughters around, hoping either boy might pay
  25. [The year 1998, Island of Paros, Greece] It was the warmest summer ever recorded. Oliver's body flinched, his legs recoiling as the intense heat finally hit his toes. He had been hiding under the large rented canopy, enjoying a nap under its shade. But the noon sun was becoming unforgiving, forcing the boy out of his self-induced seclusion. "Ollie, caro, vieni qui." Oliver's mother called, her delicate arm stretched outwards, her figure hidden under the oversized beach chair she s
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