SORRY

Even though I said I was going to keep at it just in case, I haven't done anything!! Lately I have only been reading new, and old stories of some of the best writers in the M/M industry.

Of course you know them too...hopefully.

MA Church has written many far reaching stories that grab your attention and leave you feeling hot and bothered, but wanting more.

Alicia Nordwell is a writer that writes good natured love stories as well as highly imaginative ones.

Rob Colton writes brutally masculine stories that have an undercurrent of romance not to be denied.

Tali Spencer takes you to a time before or in between you wouldn't be able to imagine.

Night Tempest takes you to the darker side of your imagination, but lets not forget the witty comebacks and sarcastic humor.

Twisted Hilarity cracks me up. No real way to describe some of the stories that spring into reality.

That is but a few of the best authors around. If ANYbody reads this blog, check them out too!!

Well...

I guess I don't have any sort of following. Seems I'll just wait in the abyss of writers who never receive any notice. Maybe one day someone will come across my page and be like...WOW! or not. But I'll be keeping it up just in case.

If you're reading this thanks a bunch.

I guess my blog really is a MORGUE!!

New Chapter

This is going to be the story that I work on for the time being. If anyone want to leave me comments about it so far let me know. Haven't had it for that long.
 
Wish me luck!!
 
 

Ironic Ain't It

How do I get myself into these kinds of messes? First it was all the fights in my old school which were never my fault and now this.  Freezing cold in the middle of town, trying to keep my bones from shifting inside my skin. I couldn’t stay in my Jeep, I was shaking so bad the Jeep was rattling apart. And I have this uncontrollable urge to run. So here I am, walking alone, close to midnight, on a school night; good thing I’m over 18 otherwise I’d be under curfew. Not that anyone would believe me with my body. Being 5’7” with a lean build with wiry muscles, although I do have defined abs that I am quite proud of thank you, no one would think me 19. I do still have somewhat of a baby face with one exception, the slight bump from the broken noses I have received.

It started off a perfectly good day. Got up for school early, made my mother breakfast, and got a great parking space in the lot. Being early I was also able to get to the library and return all my books before any of my classes. All that extra weight I did not need when walking around campus.

All through the day there weren’t any signs of problems. Got all my assignments finished, even answered a few teachers correctly when called in class. There were no arguments, fights, or even confrontations now that we moved further away from my family. No one had a reason to recognize me. I’m even getting an A on my Calculus test.

After all my classes I did get a call from my mother saying she was heading out of town to meet a client, but that was not unusual. So with an empty house I decided to eat out for dinner. No fun cooking for one even if I love cooking any day of the week.

Heading to the local pizza/burger joint I hopped into my Jeep and drove to town. My mom and I live on the outskirts of town but it only takes about ten minutes to get there. Being a Wednesday it wasn’t that crowded, just some couples out of night mass; so it was only around nine o’clock.  The place was old fashioned enough that you got served at the table but they recently added a to-go counter that I walked up to.

I was waiting in line after a couple of people just heading home themselves considering their suits when it happened. I smelled something so delicious my mouth flooded. I mean I literally had to grab at my chin I was drooling so badly. Swinging my head in vain trying to locate that smell I saw Mason Jenkins, all around boy next door.

He’s a football jock, not quarterback, but I’ve never seen him be a jerk to anyone like some of the other guys he hangs with. I couldn’t look away. He is a few inches taller than me at 6’1” and outweighs me at 210lbs, all compact muscle. I swear he has not an ounce of body fat on any part of his body. Blonde spiked hair, emerald green eyes with gold flecks when caught with the right light, I was entranced. I know what you’re thinking. I’m some sort of stalker who follows him around. I may have been crushing on him from a distance, but this is the first time I have been even close to him. And I wished it had stayed that way.

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Starting back at the beginning of a lot of significant points that I have been through, hopefully some things with be explained better, with a bit of my ramblings, leading to the best and worst day in all my 19 years.

My name is Aaron Coltrain. I live with my mother who is an interior designer, part time. My mother doesn’t have to work but gets restless. Ever since my father passed she likes to keep busy. With my father already individually wealthy by inheritance on top of the insurance money, we were covered for a while. In other terms my great-great-great grandchildren with be taken care of in their lifetimes. You wouldn’t be able to tell though. Mom and me, we keep it simple. Yes we may have all the top of the line techno crap out, but we could care less about Armani or D&G. What was wrong with Target?

Even after we moved for reasons that will be addressed, we stuck with necessity. Our house now is a modern three bedroom which cannot be told apart from our neighbors. The only way I can find my way home is by the color and of course the name on the mailbox. Yellow siding with white shutters. It wasn’t always this way though.

When I was six my father was killed in the woods around our estate. They suspected a cougar or wolf but have never found the animal responsible, not like they could really search that well anyway. With 500 acres to search they were resigned to the fact they may never and ended the search. It was our family’s estate, had been in the family for generations they told me. I didn’t care. Before we moved we lived in an enormous, and I mean enormous mansion. My family had always loved the seclusion of the woods and mountains around us. With nobody even close to our house or able to access it easily I made do with my own adventures. Of course I had aunts, uncles, and cousins to look out for me when mother and father were busy, but I was constantly being scolded for prowling.

My father’s favorite game he would play with me was hunter. He would have me stalk the staff throughout the house. When they least expected it I would pounce. If they ran away screaming I would be praised, if they found me I would have to begin again on another unsuspecting prey. When praised, my father would scoop me in his arms and swing me above his head. He would tell me how talented I was and how I would become a great protector for my mate. Little kids don’t think about the words so much as the comforting sound and touch associated. So I didn’t know then what he was training me for.

After he passed away though, I no longer played. My mother had my Uncles trying to play it with me as well as the other games they played with my cousins. But I felt no need without my father to smile at me anymore. I no longer explored the many wings of the house pretending I was a thief or ghost. I took to my solitude with my tutors, learning everything they had to offer. I had read every single book in our extensive library by the time I reached the age of 15. By then I wanted to explore the world.

My mother put me in a private school close to home while my cousins stayed and continued to work with their parents and tutors. I blended into the background, keeping to myself; but some at my new school wouldn’t have it. I’m not sure you know this, but my family is quite notorious for its secrecy. No really. So when the others in my grade learned of my name they, like in all schools, bullied me for it. It didn’t help that I was small for my age. When 15 I was barely 5’0”, 90lbs wet, slim build with no muscle definition then. Some said I had a baby face like a cherub. I had wavy chestnut hair that the sun would streak in summer and hazel eyes. Except I was hoping to escape from my family and I get bullied for their sakes.

Returning home with multiple bruises daily without explaining why which later turned into broken noses and bruised ribs was causing more chaos than I thought. My mother was livid. Calling the school daily to inquire about why this was happening. The Dean said there wasn’t anything he could do if I was not forthcoming with a complaint or names. The rest of the family wanted to tear apart those who dare lay a hand on me. They were always asking me who did this and they would get real close and it seemed like they were smelling me. I even found some of my school clothes out of my hamper even though I remember putting them away. I asked my mother about it and she said I probably just forgot. But I knew better. If I am anything other than a social pariah it is OCD when it came to my room. So I gave up. I gave up worrying about the weird goings of my family and studied like usual.

Soon the other students gave up too. A few days later those who were bothering me daily went out of their way to stay away from me. I was relieved but there was always that little voice telling me to log this away for later. Something had to have made them give up their pursuits. They seemed terrified of me now.

When I no longer had to watch out for my back everyday I was able to enjoy going to school. I was happier and my mother noticed. For the next three years of school I earned many achievements. They may have only been in academia instead of sports but when I graduated as valedictorian and a full ride to the university I wanted I was on my way to something better.

But it wasn’t all smooth sailing throughout those three years either. While out in the world, whether it be a small private school or public, you learn about yourself and others. Of course with schooling you learn about sexual intercourse and staying safe; as well as the body parts and functions, but what they don’t teach is why I felt different. I was able to become friends with a few other “nerds”, so I saw the way they paired off and started having relationships. But I didn’t want a relationship with any of the girls who would talk and flirt with me. I saw all those boys’ and found myself wanting what the girls had.

This made me more scared than when I was being victimized. ‘Do people suspect that I am different?’ or ‘Is there something wrong with me?’ You can imagine I was becoming paranoid that people were looking at me funny after all I was checking out some of the guys in secret when we were changing in the locker rooms. I was fascinated with their different forms; muscled, sleek, furred, and of course the cocks. They were all so different.

Being now 18 I had filled out better and grew into myself, if that makes sense. I grew a little more so I’m now 5’7”. And looking down at my own body I thought I had filled out nicely. At 140lbs, I no longer have no muscles, I would do cardio and light weight training daily to help build me up to something I could admire. I now had the body of one of those gymnasts or swimmers you see on TV.

I wasn’t doing too badly in cock department either. I wasn’t thick maybe two inches wide, but I made up for that in length. My body was definitely not proportioned. I don’t mean to boast but for a smaller guy, I have a ten incher. Looking at all those ones in school I knew I was above average. And the only problem with something so big is there is no way to hide it if you are caught with an erection when in the locker room. It was one of those days that I found myself caught red handed if you know what I mean.

It was the end of the day and I had just finished my workout when I was showering. I thought everyone had gone home for the day. Normally I don’t shower on account that I was afraid someone would see me watching and spring wood and they would find out about me. That was my worst nightmare. But being all alone I needed to relieve some tension badly. I had been working out next to a couple of guys and that manly smell of testosterone and musk just gets to me. I had to sit and do arm curls to hide the erection I was sporting. But to my relief they left shortly after.

Under the spray of the hottest water I could stand with an erection that wouldn’t go away, I soaped all the salt and grime from my body. When I couldn’t take the pressure anymore I added some of my body wash to my hand and started a slow stroke on just the first few inches working myself for greater pleasures. Teasing the head and slit without abandon.

Just getting into a steadier rhythm I turned suddenly when I thought I heard a noise outside the showers. Since it was a communal shower it echoed, realizing it was probably just my moans reverberating around I got back to work. My legs were getting harder to hold myself up after first my workout and now this second more pleasurable workout I leaned my head against the wall letting the water cascade down my back through the crevice of my pert backside.

One hand teasing my pebbled nipples and the other working my entire shaft now with a faster pace, my balls were pulling up tighter every second getting ready to blow a weeks worth of tension up the shower wall, then I felt a hand. Gently rubbing and pulling my balls in all directions then moving to press against my hole. That sent me off to orbit. Shooting far longer than I ever have before and greying my vision, had to have been at least eight blasts. It was the best orgasm of my life.

When I was able to come back from the throws of my orgasm I was able to confront the person who gave it to me. What I didn’t expect was it to be my worst enemy. None other than Chris Brundy.

Who you ask, well he was one of the worst of my tormentors the first few months when I was a freshman. Chris isn’t one of the in-crowd. Like one of the sports jocks or class clown type. Nope he is one of the rejects that bully anybody. Nobody really wanted to be his friend because of who is father is and because he will tell all your secrets to the highest bidder. His father is higher up in the political structure so he gets away with a lot of his crimes, until I came along. After that whole incident after everybody was then afraid to come near me; Chris still liked to stalk me. I would turn around when I felt like I was being watched and he would be leaning against the building, staring. I grew to ignore it over time, but there was always that feeling of eyes watching.

Then throughout the years he got more aggressive in his pursuit, or whatever he was trying to do. He would bump into me in the cafeteria or library. Discreetly. Always being polite though, not like barreling me over type bump, just a graze of hands or groin on me, anywhere he could reach. With me being at least six inches shorter that was pretty easy. He had quite a reach. It didn’t really bother me except it was turning me on to no end. Waiting to see when he would appear again. It didn’t help that it didn’t go beyond the simple touches. I was about to jump him he had me so crazy horny. Which he probably wanted. Something against me to use since he could no longer pound me without fear of retaliation.

So it came as a real surprise when I turned around and saw him naked as well; and with a slightly smaller, but just as red and throbbing erection that I had before he got me off. Of course it was even more of a surprise when he slammed me into the shower wall and kissed me. In my shock I didn’t kiss him back until he started nipping at my lower lip. Then I came alive with a vengeance. After all the brushes and touches I was ready for anything.

There were so many sensations going on in my brain nothing was making sense. All I could really think was; ‘This can’t be happening to me, I hate him. All the bullying and teasing. I should hate him. But how could I hate him when he’s making me feel so many things with just his lips, and his tongue. I love his tongue!’

Groaning only caused him to explore deeper in my mouth. His tongue was seeking mine out, rubbing against the roof of my mouth, tasting me for all I was worth. I wanted to return the favor. I wanted to know what he tasted like, the silky smoothness of his lips and sides of his mouth. I was fully hard again just from his kissing.

When we broke apart to gasp for much needed breathes, he still didn’t stop his attack. He moved on, kissing and nipping to my jawline. I threw my head back in abandon. He was aggressive in his ministrations, never leaving any area untouched. When he got to my ears he found a spot I never knew could cause my knees to buckle. If he didn’t have me pressed so firmly against the wall I would have fallen over.

He worked that spot longer than the others after he felt my body droop. But I guess he couldn’t wait to taste the other parts of my body because he started travelling lower again. Nipping my collarbone, licking down until he was on his knees to attack my nipples. He was harsher on my nipples than he was on anything else. Tweaking them and pulling them out from my body with his teeth. They had already hardened from when I was playing with them earlier, so they were extra sensitive now.

I was whimpering and mewling. I have never heard some of the sounds that were coming out if my mouth, but I didn’t want him to stop. But being the jerk he was, he pulled back to smirk up at me.

“Want me to continue?” as he slowly leaned in to lick at my belly button. I whimpered for him. He was so close to my favorite body part. If I jerked my hips it would hit him, rubbing it on his hairy chest.

“You gotta tell me you want it or I will stop Aaron. Do you want me to continue?” After I just continued to look at him he pulled away from my body to sit on his heels. Getting to his feet he turned to go from the showers. Watching him leave shocked me out of my lust induced stupor enough to reach out and grab at his arm. I couldn’t let him leave, not after everything.

“Wait, wait, sorry! Don’t stop! I just couldn’t believe you wanted me after what you put me through the first year.” He stopped but he still didn’t turn around to look at me. ‘What does he want from me?’

“Please Chris, say something.” I was really starting to panic, going softer the more I worried how to get back to lust fest. I haven’t had anybody touch me like he did, ever. I moved around to the front of him and looked up into his face. He face looked kinda lost, like he didn’t know if I was serious or maybe he had a mental breakdown and was trying to figure out how he was naked with another man?

“Did you not want this after all?” I looked down so I didn’t have to see his face as he answered “I can understand if it was just confusion.” I was hoping I was wrong because just his kissing was amazing. I so did not want to start college as a virgin. I knew I didn’t want him as any sort of boyfriend, but I am a virile teenage boy.

I saw his hand start to raise towards my face, thinking back to freshman year I thought I was going to be hit, so I tensed back from him waiting for the blow. What came was gentle fingers moving my chin to look up into a face full of wanting.

I nearly fainted from the adrenalin rush fading and relief. Chris still with a gentle grip on my chin stated, “I think you are the cutest guy I have ever seen. If you haven’t noticed”, gesturing to his still throbbing erection, “Now if we are both done with our breakdowns I have something I want to do to you that will make us both happy.”

Starting Out... sort of

Well after years of reading other people's blogs and having the idea that I would like to put my thoughts to some sort of use, I decided I was going to start this blog. I don't know what all I will put on here or how regularly I will write or have something to say, I don't care. Ha! And you can't stop me.

I did some M/M writing while I was on Literotica and that sort of tapered off because I was blocked. It's still up but haven't worked up enough courage to start again. I have another story I am working on but definitely not done yet. Maybe I'll ask how to get into Wednesday Briefs or Flash Friday once I get the hang of this blog thingie.

I guess you're wondering about the title, or not. But my life is kinda like a morgue right now. My body is there but not my spirit. Just sort of hanging around to see what will happen with my life.

Yep, pretty much describes my point of view. Like "what the heck", ya know?!?

Anyway I hope sometime in the near future I will put my work on here and people will read.