Boy on boy Stories

Sixteen hours till the game. His team spectated bitterly from the bleachers as football players dominated the campus’s only field. "Now what?" Scott, their captain, sounded grim. Alec eavesdropped on Scott’s exchange with Pierce, a striker, perched discreetly under the stained bleachers. A whistle blew, signalling a foul and muffling Pierce’s response, but Alec caught the gist. "... ask Sanders, and don’t send freshmen."...

Jordan ~ I watched as Danny silently set up the little cups of paint. He washed and dried my foot and ankle, then ran a razor over it. We were good friends, but we didn’t spend a lot of time talking when I was in the chair. He felt he couldn’t concentrate if we were chatting, and I was very interested in him concentrating. The familiar buzzing of needles started. The first time I heard them I was horrified; now they were...

Jace~ “Hey Jace, whatcha doin tonight?” Jordan’s voice called from his room across the hall. He dragged out the words in a slow, irritating manner.“Have date,” I shouted back, busily cramming my history book under the bed—wouldn’t need that again until the frantic rush of Monday morning. “Mmm,” I could hear my younger brother thumping something that sounded like a pen against his bedframe. “With Kinsey?” “Yes, with McKins...