This is a small chapter from my young-adult fantasy novel which right now I’m calling Binder. More of a proposal, it’s in the beginning stages and subject to major overhaul, particularly the names of things. I welcome your comments and feedback. The tree’s trunk, bulbous and scabby, squatted on the banks like a fat old […]
“Heyulp! Heyulp!” was what I thought I heard one morning, coming faintly through the thin wall separating my living area from the rest of the flat. I had one earplug in, one had fallen out, and I was still half-asleep. So I wasn’t sure I’d heard anything. Then came a crash, followed by some guttural,
Flashback: “Why you angry me?” I asked him in Tarzan English on the first night he was back. I was in my chair at the desk. He was sitting on the bed, legs spread and hands folded, propping up his chin. He wasn’t looking at me. He still had his coat and cap on, as
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Apart from our most uninhibited sex romps, shooting this video turned out to be the most fun Marius and I had ever had together. He was open, engaged, and clearly excited about it. And he was a natural, squeezing out pre-cum whenever he had some and flaunting his cock by pulling it down and letting it slap against his tummy — something that drives me wild.
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