Satan's Warriors was a not too nice gang of youth that was based mainly out of our high school. It was just my luck that I would fall in love with the leader of one of the worst high school gangs in the NY area. I loved Andre so much that I wanted to join up with the warriors just to be near him, but gangs just werent my style. Besides if my parents ever found out that I had joined a gang, that would of been the ending of my life anyway. For weeks I went to bed and actually prayed to god that Andre would take me in his arms and screw me till I was sore.

It was strangely dark, strangely quiet. The atmosphere was electric. All that could be seen were dim, unformed shadows. Slight movement. Whispers. Cloth against cloth. The descent of a zip. Suckings and the unmistakeable sound of a cock plunging, then withdrawing. Danny moved into the cottage.

We had just moved to a college town and it was summer. Our new house was not yet ready, so my family was forced to live in an apartment for a few months. Housing was scarce but as school was out for the summer, the college was only too willing to rent us space in the dorms.

I've decided that there's nothing more stifling than spending vacation with your folks - especially if they think you're straight. I mean all that shit like watching football with Dad and forcing out lewd, sexist jokes about the cheerleaders, or laughing at another one of my brother's faggot-in-a-hottub jokes - it just gets me down. Mom doesn't help by keeping Jimmy Swaggart on TV all Sunday morning.

This story is fiction and it does not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the Julian McMahon, John Hensley, Dylan Walsh or any of the people mentioned below. This story involves fictional characters from the show Nip/Tuck.

It wasn't until our annual August camping trip, that I got the chance to drink him all in. We were on a day hike when we saw the sign. Made of thick iron, the letters had been cut out by torch. "NO NUDITY ALLOWED," it intoned. We two rebels just looked at each other and grinned.

I was about to start my lecture, when a middle aged man in blue overalls barged in. "Scuse me, Guv. OK if we get on cleanin' them winder?" He indicated the admittedly somewhat grubby windows down one side of the lecture room. "Do you have to clean them now?" I asked. "Fraid so, Guv." He called through the open door behind him.

They had spent several months trying to earn the privilege of joining the fraternity... now it was almost over. All they had to do was get through "Hell Week" and they'd be "brothers".

It all started in my freshman year. I was a fairly shy boy, about five feet six inches tall, 105 pounds, slim but firm body, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a good 7 inches of hard cock. Most of the girls seemed to be interested in me so I guess I wasn't too bad to look at. In my freshman year of high school, my gym class was my last class of the day.

This story is an experience which was related to me by a friend, David. He has lived in this complex for about a year now and has told me several stories about a boy named Joey... who lives next door to him... though it's not been my good fortune to meet Joey, yet... I thought that this little tale might be entertaining for some of you... I know that it was for me... when David told me about Joey and their first meeting... I, for one, can't wait for my chance to meet this hot little high school stud!