Ronyx

I tried to sleep on the plane, but it was useless. I couldn’t get the past twenty-four hours out of my mind. Ryan had used me. I knew that now. I cried several times, remembering how he had fucked me just so that Bobby could tape it and show it to the school. I guess I should have expected it. I should have known something was up when he agreed to meet with me. No one could go from bitter hatred to eager anticipation so suddenly. He had refused to talk to me for days, and then he readily a

I’ve emailed Ryan at least fifty times. I called him several times, but he turned his cell phone off. I’ve tried to apologize to him, but how can I when he keeps ignoring me? I don’t know what came over me. I really liked Ryan; I may have even been falling in love with him. It’s that fucking Bobby and Mark’s fault. If they hadn’t been around trying to have sex with me, then none of this would have happened. Bunch of fags. And then they have the nerve to sit in the cafeteria and look at me. I

I went home that night worried that by morning I would have no friends. Sure, James and William had been impressed, but that wasn’t hard to do with two shallow people like them. They had, after all, followed me around all summer. But I wasn’t sure how the other students would react. However, I didn’t need to worry. The phone rang all night. My uncle kept shouting that I was tying up the phone. I had been here for weeks, and not once had anyone called him. Everyone wanted the story about

I don’t know what happened to me in that bathroom. Suddenly, I felt empowered. For so many years I had been the whipping boy and brunt of so many jokes. When I saw the frightened look on Mark’s face as he ran from the bathroom, I felt like a new person. I had control over someone’s life. It was like I was the hunter and he was the prey. I knew something about him that he had probably never told anyone else. This was going to be fun. I could now make someone fear me. When I went into the

All right. Enough already. Everyone’s mad at me for the way I treated Mark and Bobby. I know you applauded when they got revenge on me. Right? Maybe I did treat them like shit. But they deserved it, didn’t they? They tried to have sex with me. They really weren’t anything but fags, and the world is supposed to hate fags. Right? That’s what has been drummed into my head ever since I was small. Even when I thought that I actually might be gay, I tried to deny it. Maybe some guys can just say,

Scott tormented Mark and Bobby unmercifully. Deciding they'd had enough, they sought revenge. In this sequel to Mark's Revenge, discover the events in Scott's early life that made him a bully. After the embarrassing 'revenge' at school, he is sent to live with an aunt and his cousins in Arkansas. Will he continue his bullying behavior in his new surroundings, or will he begin a new chapter in his life?

@Dodger Sorry, Dodger. I know this comes a little late, but droughtquake brought this to my attention. I do read all comments, and I do appreciate them all. I generally don't reply individually to each one because then it fills up the comment section with numerous "Thanks. I appreciate your comment." I would like readers to read your comments, not mine. If someone asks a direct question, or if I need to explain something further, then I will post a reply. I prefer to post a heartfelt appreciative 'thank you' or at the end of each chapter for previous comments, likes and loves. I didn't think that would be viewed as rude. I apologize if it appears that way. -Ron and droughtquake- You haven't seen a temper tantrum until you witness a 105 year-old man remove his teeth and throw them across the room!

The day I had been anxiously awaiting finally arrived- Revenge Day. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep. I wanted Bobby to spend Saturday night with me. I thought another ‘massage’ could help me relax. However, he had to go with his parents to visit his grandmother and wouldn’t be home until late. Richard called and invited me to go to the movies with him and Randall. At first, I refused. I didn’t want to feel like I would be imposing, but they said it’d be all right. We had fun.

You're right, droughtquake. Mark's Revenge is one of my first stories, and they were more explicit because I thought that is what readers wanted. Over the years I began to realize that readers wanted quality stories, and most weren't interested in explicit sex scenes. New writers would benefit from this.

I tried to call Ryan on Saturday night, but he wasn’t home. I was finally able to get a hold of him on Sunday morning. He was still angry with Scott. He said Scott had been calling his cell phone for the past two days, but he refused to answer it. We arranged to meet with him that afternoon. Bobby and I rode our bikes to Riverside. If we were going to put the plan into action, we had to move quickly. My aunt would only be gone for the weekend, and an opportunity like this might not come agai

Bobby was really shaken up when we left the theater. As we stood in the lobby, he was trying to hold back from crying because he didn’t want people to see him. I put my arm around him and could feel him trembling. An old woman even stopped us and asked if he was all right. By the time we left the theater, he was feeling a little better. We still hadn’t said a word about what had happened. I was pretty sure that Scott hadn’t hurt him. If I hadn’t arrived when I did though, it’s hard to say wh

“What did you find?” I asked excitedly. The grin on Bobby’s face told the whole story. It had to be good. “Not here,” he responded. “Come on. Let’s go to your house.” We couldn’t get there fast enough. He wouldn’t tell me what it was about. Several times I thought about stopping and tickling the information out of him. My sister was home when we got there. “Hi, Mark. Hello, Bobby,” she greeted us as we walked through the door. She had changed dramatically since she had run away. She

The mood I'm in today.

@Geemeedee No, the characters haven't aged. In the second paragraph of the story, Mark say's he's been mowing yards since he was 12. He's now 15. That may be what you remember. Not sure if I've mentioned the age of the other boys, but we can assume they are 15 or 16 since they are sophomores in high school.

Bobby came over later. I wanted to get him alone in my room, but Aunt Janice had him cornered, and they were deep into discussing another science fiction author. I sat around impatiently while they talked. I kept getting up and going into the kitchen. I’d look over at Bobby and give him a disgusted look. He didn’t even notice. “I think you’d better go with Mark now,” my aunt said as I returned to the living room. “He’s getting upset that you’re talking with this old woman.” Suddenly, I felt

@Graeme I have many gay friends, and I have heard from hundreds of readers over the years. One thing most of us have in common: we knew we were gay in high school, but we weren't out. I think there were more of us than we will ever know. I suspect it is probably that way today in most high schools.

“Where are you, Amy?” Everyone looked at me when I shouted into my phone. Bobby gave me a worried look. “I’m not sure.” she responded nervously. “I hitched a ride with a trucker, and he let me out when I wouldn’t have sex with him. I’m really scared!” “Do you have any idea where you might be?” It sounded really serious. I was worried for Amy’s safety. “There’s a restaurant down the street called the Wayside Inn, but I’m not sure what town this is.” She started to cry, “I don’t know w

@Jwalk19610 My stories appear on GA because I was asked by the administrators (and given classic author status) to share them with the readers here. I have a link to my website on my profile page, so I am not deceiving anyone (which you seem to imply.) For many, it is the second time (or sometimes more) reading my stories since they have read them previously at TMJ. In fact, many members have publicly commented that they have read the stories on my website and enjoy reading them again. I am proud to be a member of the GA community, and I am happy to share my stories and interact with other members.

I didn’t get a chance to see Bobby for the next few days. I was right when I said my mother would ground me. Fortunately, it was only for the three days I was suspended, not until I was twenty-five. One of the days I spent with Aunt Janice. It was more like a vacation instead of a punishment. She let me stay up late watching television, and then she let me sleep late the next morning. I didn’t crawl out of bed until after noon. I don’t remember having ever felt so rested. I guess the stress

She was indisputably the Queen of Soul, a true legend whose music will live on for generations.

Happy Birthday, Cia!

School begins next week. I don’t know where the summer went. I have been so busy with Bobby and keeping my customers happy that I have lost track of the days. It really didn’t hit me until Mom told me that she was going to take me shopping for school clothes. “God, No!” I screamed as I fell on the couch moaning. “I don’t want to go back to school! Please, let me drop out!” I begged. I really didn’t want to go back. If she had said I could stay home, I would have very happily done it. “Wh

Thank you, BlindAmbition, for the wonderful story review. It is great to be a part of the GA community, and I'm glad that the story has been enjoyed by readers.

@Wesley8890 Now, tell us how you REALLY feel.

Things were going really well for Bobby and me. We were hanging out almost daily. This was a new experience for me. I had never had anyone I considered a best friend. Now I had a best friend and a boyfriend all in one small package. I think the same thing applied to me as far as he was concerned, except my package was bigger! Everyday Bobby never ceases to amaze me. He is like super intelligent. I didn’t know kids like him exist. He may look like a twelve-year-old, but he is smarter than any