Lucas's drawings (M/Mm) by Juanzambrani, literature
Literature
Lucas's drawings (M/Mm)
I recently started studying psychology at college, so I had to move in with my grandparents. They lived with my cousin Lucas, ten years old. The poor boy was left in their care after his mother fell ill and later passed away. Little is known about his father, apart from the fact that he abandoned him when he was a baby. I had already visited my grandparents before and I could say that we had a regular relationship with Lucas. He wasn't exactly a social kid, in fact he spent most of his time in his room, watching TV, playing video games or drawing, something he was very good at, actually I had seen a couple of his drawings and I was surprised how well he that he had left Still, I had no idea how good Lucas was at drawing, until one day I got a strange surprise when we were both home alone. Since I had nothing to do, I went up to Lucas's room to ask him out for a while. I found him very busy sitting in front of his desk, with a pile of sheets of paper scattered everywhere, various
The New Babysitter (m/m) Chapter 1 by Stormee826, literature
Literature
The New Babysitter (m/m) Chapter 1
A gentle breeze brushed against the back of a teen's neck to make him shiver a bit. But not just a simple breeze, but the low temperature of autumn breeze made him shiver. The teen, Alex, didn't care for the temperature. He preferred the weather more with its cooling temperature and autumn colors. What he normally liked when it was the football season. So he bundled up his letterman jacket tighter around him and waited. What he was waiting for was a tour with his classmates. A tour of the nearby university in his hometown where he lived with his parents and 13 year old brother, Logan. Sure Alex still had another year to graduate, but it didn't hurt to look out for universities that can offer scholarships and would be best for his degree. Maybe his little brother was right, his cooking skills were good to pursue a degree in culinary. He just wondered if it could work with his football scholarship. Probably shouldn't be too hard, he's not those jocks that are dumb in movies and pick on
Worst Party Ever - Chapter 1 by FelixSH, literature
Literature
Worst Party Ever - Chapter 1
“You sure you have everything you need, Alex?”, my mum asked, as she put her bag into the car. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head amused. “Yes, mum, we have all the beer we need.” She came back, giving me her playfully stern look. “I guess we do have to lock you up in the attic, after all. I knew a teenager can't be trusted.” The look didn't last long, before we both had to grin. “Have fun”, she said, before hugging me a last time. I know, as a teenager, I should be ashamed of being hugged and kissed by my mum, but this always seemed silly to me. My mum was great, there was nothing to be ashamed about. Even though I could feel Eric, my best friend, grinning at me. “Well, I really have to go now. See you on Monday.” She started to get back to the car again, but then stopped and looked up something on her phone. Suddenly, without a word, she turned around and took a picture of me and Eric. It took me a few surprised seconds, before I managed to complain. “You could have just asked
SNATCHED AND SECURED (M+/M+) by bondagefreak999, literature
Literature
SNATCHED AND SECURED (M+/M+)
SNATCHED & SECURED I should've never agreed to get my friends involved in a game of outdoor airsoft against my dad and his ex-military buddies. What could I have possibly been thinking!? I was a pro, a veteran, an airsoft savvy, and so were a lot of my friends. But in the end, none of that would end up mattering. My dad and his colleagues were new to airsoft, but they had a very different game in mind than the one my team and I expected to play. I wasn't particularly tall or well built for my age, but being in my early 20s and being in decent shape due to my regular visits to the gym and my almost-religious cardio routine, I certainly wasn't a pushover either. I knew that my dad had a lot of tactical knowledge, and I knew that all six of the men he'd conscripted into his team had long military careers. But with them being in their mid forties and with my team and I outnumbering them by a fair margin, I was certain it would be a relatively even match. I was wrong. My