Submitted by Dariusdude last May 6th 2008, 07:05 AM

I was at my best friend's house. Neil, the jock. I have had a major crush on him for a year and today I wanted him bad. He wore a tank top and basketball shorts. His muscular arms surpass mine. His semitan skin made him perfect. He had hair on his thick legs. It made him more manly. His green eyes sparkled. He was the hotest guy at school but he didnt know I liked him or that I was bi. I wished he liked me the way I liked him.

"You wanna do somethin'?"

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Submitted by Tiffanoodle last February 16th 2008, 08:02 AM

Marc welcomed any company he could get whenever he was home alone and had soon found himself alone with his straight brother’s best friend. In the back ground the bass of Michael Jackson’s ‘Beat It’ shook the walls but in the quiet kitchen they could talk perfectly well. Bottles of Jim Beam littered the table, at least three bottles of which all belonged to Marc who decided to drink the night away due to boredom. A packet of cards lay open on the dining room table and Dean shuffled throu