E K Stokes

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.

Imagine you're 18 and you've never had sex with anyone other than yourself!

As Aled’s tight grip on his own emotions finally collapsed, he buried his face into the crook of Harry's neck, his hands clutching at the fabric of Harry's shirt like a drowning man. Feeling the raw, absolute trust Aled was placing in him, something shifted deeply inside Harry. The loud, confident London boy was entirely gone, replaced by a fierce, protective devotion he had never felt for anyone before. The words slipped out of Harry's mouth before he could even think to stop them, whisper

Kenny was away navigating the broad waters of Lake Bala on a Welsh adventure holiday, which meant the usual baseline of the complete family was entirely missing from the house. When Leo rang the bell, the afternoon felt wide open, stripped of the watchful eyes that normally tracked their every move. Sam opened the door wearing an oversized t-shirt and mismatched socks, and looking somewhat deflated of his usual theatrical energy. "House to ourselves," he announced, waving Leo inward before

Thanks @chris191070, @Gary L, @drsawzall, for your nice comments. You may have noticed the book cover bears the title Eighteen Years, this is because The Cwtch is another of my short stories, but one I had half decided to turn into a longer piece. I guess it's all a question of inspiration and quite often the starting point of my inspiration is a real event, the rest is fiction. In this instance Aled really was eighteen and from Mold, a boy I met in a gay club in Chester, although I'm not Harry and where things go from there is a romantic fiction which will be continued because I like this chapter and the characters as much as you do and we have to see how things work out. So this becomes a character driven story which I'm working on along with finishing my other current stories and I have to say I'm enjoying writing them all. For the moment I'm bubbling over with ideas, the only problem is finding time to write everything.

The booming bass from the speakers didn't just fill the room; it vibrated straight through the floorboards of the Flamingo Rose, Chester’s only real gay venue for a Saturday night out. The club was small, with sparkling coloured lights that bounced off tiny mirrors on the ceiling, and packed to the rafters with a sweaty, joyful crowd. For eighteen-year-old Aled, it felt like stepping onto another planet, it was both nice and alien at the same time. He stood near the edge of the bar, s

Cwtch is a Welsh word, translated into English it means a hug, but the meaning is deeper and more profound than a simple hug. When you give someone a cwtch you also give them a safe place and this is what twenty something Londoner Harry gives Welsh farmboy Aled. The story tells how two souls find each other, and recognise one another immediately. It is attraction, but also love at first sight, although true love is never easy. This story is also published under the title Eighteen Years by E K Stokes.

The heavy oak door of the detached house clicked shut with a finality that seemed to echo down the quiet, tree-lined street. For a moment, Leo stood on the driveway, squinting against the sudden, aggressive brightness of the early afternoon. The world looked exactly the same—the neighbourhood hadn't changed, a distant lawnmower was still humming—but to Leo, the landscape felt like a stage set that had lost its meaning. As he swung his leg over his Raleigh, sitting on the saddle gave a remin

You can unpublish the original story and publish the revised version as a new story - Add Story The consequences of doing this: you lose all old comments, but they are irrelevant anyway, you lose any chance of becoming a promoted author, promising author, or any other author status. That's my best understanding of things, so I would think long and hard about what to do and maybe speak to a gayauthors site person for official advice - don't do anything you might regret later, The site has very strict policies!

Ryan is nineteen, a student, shares a flat in London with his ex-school mates who know he's gay, but still think he might not be. He is going to meet someone he found on a dating app, a first!

The light of Ryan’s phone reflected his image which was, by all accounts, infuriatingly youthful. At nineteen, with a round face, a scattering of freckles, and a clean-shaven jaw that had never known the struggle of thick stubble, he looked more like a sixth-former bunking off class than a Londoner trying to navigate the city's dating scene. He shifted on the edge of his mattress, his slim, gym-toned frame tense. From the other side of the flat's thin walls, the muffled sounds of his two ex

The internal fire that had warmed Leo by the lake didn't stay there; it followed him home, the glowing embers buried yet ready to burst into flames. The heat permeated his skin like a low-grade fever. It was a one-track loop—a constant mental replay of sunlight, skin, and the magnetic pull of the brothers. He found himself wondering if Kenny felt that same static charge in his blood, or if Sam’s bravado wasn't only a mask for a similar obsession. The grand opening of the summer holidays did

So whisperly poetic... And more... Which include a trip to the dark side...