Slow Edits* A cliché story shy boy meets steel eyed older gent. Like a moth drawn to the flame the poor boy will never be the same This isn't a story for kids but it is a bedtime story *wink* I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to censor the book or make it mature so I don't have to ...time will tell but come on it's a BDSM book for adult readers

Felix's past still haunts him. After the events that happened almost 10 years ago, He finally decided to talk it through with someone. Someone that could help with the painful memories. Someone that knew what they're talking about. Because even if time had passed, he still was unable to forget him. He still couldn't forget his eyes, his body... his tattoos... He still couldn't forget how rumors can ruin fucking everything. [WARNING] This story has mature content such as: acts of violence, obsessive tendencies, sexual encounters, and explicit language. Reader discretion is advised. I don't own any rights to the cover's photo.

First ever story. Feedback is welcomed. MATURE - (Themes of BDSM too. Be warned!) (BoyxBoy) "It wasn't just me..." I weakly protested, immediately regretting it as he slammed his fist into the wall, a few inches left from my face. "I don't give a damn! You will make it up to me." He looked at me unpleased, his tone leaving no room for argument. Make it up to him? "How do you expect me to do that?" I tried to glare at him, losing conviction when his dark look made me avert my eyes. "I'll think of something." He said cruelly, and by the look on his face, I wasn't going to enjoy it whatsoever. What have I gotten myself into...

Trey Jones hates violence. And when he is sent to Highwest institute, he knows he's not coming back out. He will have to deal with many, new, unexpected things like his growing feelings for his cold hearted roommate. Will he manage to live in such a dangerous place? Or will he get caught up by his past and run away?

[RE-UPLOAD] of the original Whimper (got deleted (': ) "Fuck me." My mind was fogged, clouded by desire and flooded by immodesty. I was consumed entirely by the pleasure. The contrast of large, warm hands tightly caressing my chilled skin, the scorching tongue paving a swath down my neck followed by hungry kisses, the pulsing heat pressed against mine, every throb sending a jolt through my entire body - it was all too much. I was ready for it. "You know I'd love to, but.." He leaned into me further, tilting his head upward so that his breath swept over my ear, and his lips brushed the shell. "Anna's waiting outside." --------- Max's dream came true. A secret crush he harbored for a friend blossomed to become something more. But it still didn't quite end up being what he wanted. Steamy nights of lust and passion ensued - but no reciprocated feelings. Blinded by his yearning for something more, Max's vision narrows. He doesn't acknowledge the seriously red flags that grow worse and worse with each day. And even when he does realize with the help of someone trying to open his eyes and get closer to him, he can only hope that it's not too late.

There was no denying that Ashton Spears was handsome. His obsidian dark hair, strong jaw and deep stormy eyes seemed to make every girl melt on the spot. Well, every girl and Alexander Winters. Alex was the schools social outcast; the anonymous, closeted reject that everyone either ignored or tormented. Fate had deemed Alex and Ashton to a life of separation - their distinct lack of similarities held them from ever interacting. In fact, Alex was sure that Ashton didn't even know he existed. I mean, why would he? Ashton was popular - always had girls hanging off his arms like jewelry. Alex was... well, nothing special. But everything is turned in its head when Ashton is forced to attend Alex's tutoring lessons. Will they learn to get beyond their differences? Will this be the opportunity Alex needs to get to know this mysterious boy more?

(boyxboy) Two opposite, a sensitive loner - Andrew Landry, and the top athlete, big flirt - Ethan Cushing have been best friends since childhood. Despite being an introvert and used to being by himself, Andrew often finds some comfort in his friendship with Ethan as the star quarterback never leaves him behind and acts as his protector. Everything is perfect until Andrew starts to question his feelings towards Ethan. Start : 4/29/20

"Love your moans are like music to my ears but I want to hear you scream as I fuck you with my cock"he whispers sadistically in my ear. "Nod if you understand Fei"his pupils dilated and darkens,hands still on my neck so tight I could barely breathe but I loved it. I nod. ***** Fei Brooks just a normal kid with daddy issues and gets abused but hides it all,under that perfect smile is a suicidal maniac. Then comes Nicolas Del Rey just a not so normal kid with mommy issues and drug addiction,he happens to transfer schools at the last minute. These two boys so different yet share similar past and made mistakes that could never be forgiven nor forgotten.Could it be fate or it is just a mare coincidence that they happened to live in the same neighborhood and go to the same school. Things are being felt. Feelings are being confessed. Hearts are being broken. "Fuck,you 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 question my sexuality" Cover from:Book novels WARNING:Sexual content,violence,abuse and big dicks if you are scared of any of these please don't read. NOTE:I post during the weekends,weekdays are my resting time and for the love of my gayness DO NOT COPY MY BOOK AND CLAIM ITS YOURS:)

Watson Young has always been a bright kid, no one could deny that, but even the most intelligent people can make the dumbest mistakes. Keep the dumbest secrets hidden. Watson was rather good at that, considering that no one knows about the stuff he deals with at home. Elijah Andrews, one of the wealthiest kids in the school, but doesn't necessarily describe Elijah, no, that describes his financial state. Elijah's not stupid, he knows his friends are pretty fake, seen the drooling stare with money in their eyes, blinding them from seeing Elijah as something more than walking money. Elijah had a busy schedule, which was probably why he never noticed Watson, the small cello player in the school's orchestra. He never saw the guy who sat in the back of his classes, never speaking a word to everyone. But neither did anyone else, if they had, maybe they would have noticed the bruises covering Watson's arms from a mixture of bullies and his drunken father. What happens when the school's wealthiest attendee notices the quiet cello playing boy with too many unexplainable bruises?