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"Tonight we could go to the club," Harry suggested as they finished up their morning coffee. "What do you think? A proper night out." Aled smiled, the idea actually sounding brilliant. He finished his shift at the pub at 8:00 PM and had the whole of Sunday off, so the timing fit nicely. By the time they walked through the doors of the Flamingo Rose, the Saturday night crowd was already out in full force. The music was a physical thud in their chests, and the dance floor was a sea of moving

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Do you have a crystal ball? Very astute observation... we will see what happens as events progress!

They spent the rest of Sunday trying to process the monumental shift in Aled’s life. By late afternoon, the walls of the tiny bedroom started to feel a bit claustrophobic, so Harry suggested they head outside to get some fresh air and clear their heads. They took a long, quiet walk along the ancient Roman walls of Chester. The crisp air helping to steady Aled’s frayed nerves, his hand firmly tucked into Harry’s jacket pocket, interlaced with his fingers. As they walked, Harry’s mind was wor

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I can clear up that point, no she is not, she passed away many years ago leaving only Aled, his two older brothers and his dad.

The pale, golden light of another Saturday morning crept across the small room, but the atmosphere felt entirely different this time. As they woke, tangled together beneath the duvet, both Harry and Aled felt the immediate, undeniable shift in the air. They had crossed a massive, irreversible threshold. They were no longer just two guys navigating a tentative attraction; they were bound together by an intense, life-altering intimacy. Aled lay flat on his back, staring up at the white ceilin

The comments all revolve to a certain degree around the burgeoning sexual relationship between Harry and Aled. There are, of course, other concerns, family, friends, having a place to live, a job, etc. but the point about Aled experiencing being a top is really a very interesting observation, but isn't it maybe simply an aspect of circumstances, a little like different positions and ways of making love? I have no answer for you other than things develop sexually due to circumstances and, I guess, desires.

The concept is excellent, this version gives a good idea of how it works to find stories. One major problem is Popular stories. Why? Because if I'm right a story published 10 years ago has a much higher chance of being popular simply because it's been around a long time. To my way of thinking popular is by number of page views in say the last month or three, not page views for the last 10 years. You might want to get trending stories, page views increasing.

Those two weeks crawled by with agonising slowness. For Harry, Chester had transformed from a lively university city into a waiting room. The young Welsh farm boy had taken up permanent residence in his thoughts, disrupting his lectures, his rugby training, and his sleep. Harry was realistic enough to know that a relationship across this kind of cultural and geographical divide wouldn't be easy, but in his privileged, city-bred mind, he didn't really have the measure of exactly how difficult it

I believe you are all very astute readers who pick up on all the detail in the story. @chris191070 noted, Aled has two different lives, he certainly has started a different life with Harry. @akascrubber made a very shrewd observation, I bet their sexual play will become much more advanced. @Daddydavek noted that the difference in their life situations is a chasm that will be difficult to bridge. And finally @drsawzall commented that I think things for Aled might change faster than one suspects… Clever comments which we will soon see just how true they are as the story develops over the coming chapters...

The single word "OK" dropped into the damp silence of the basement like a heavy stone. Leo braced himself for a counter-threat, a flash of rage, or the cold calculation Thomas usually used to dominate a room. Instead, the wicked curl of Thomas’ lip softened into an expression that looked dangerously like relief. Thomas wasn't put out because he wasn't being defeated—he was being understood. For years, he had carried the solitary, suffocating burden of his father’s legacy, acting as the sole

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The harsh, neon glare of the Chester nightlife had long faded, replaced by the soft, pale grey of a Sunday morning creeping through the single window. The light spilled across the tiny bedroom, illuminating the cluttered desk, the Yaoi poster, and the narrow bed where the two boys lay tangled together. Harry woke first, his eyes blinking against the dawn. The heavy, protective weight of Aled’s head was resting against his shoulder, a mass of wild, unkempt dark curls pressing into his neck.

This thread was started with the idea of a sort of contributive story based on a story outline I had started. Since then, I have moved on and abandoned this project, spending my time writing other stories and developing my author skills. Thank you @ArtisticStories, @Eve Hudson, for your input and ideas. The thread/project is now closed for me.