1. Big Paw


    Date: 6/24/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: iamyourforever, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    Blake knew that it was going to happen even before he moved to Littleville, Nowhere. He would be the new boy in town. It did not help that he moved in during Labor Day weekend and school started on Tuesday -- before he could even start to explore the neighborhood and meet anyone. He quickly discovered that at thirteen he was the youngest in the ninth grade -- instantly making him the lowest of the lowly freshmen. In just one PE period he knew that half his classmates were well into puberty and they knew that he was not. He played a careful game with his new peers -- not too aggressive nor too timid. He played dumb so that he could get suckered into a fight with one of his classmates, Rex. Of course, the guy had all the advantages -- including puberty, height, weight and even a fan club. It took him a long time to get the coach to agree to referee a wrestling match. Just as he knew he would lose, he was sure Rex knew that he would win. That did not matter; that he was game enough to fight was all that mattered. He was as ferocious as tigress defending her cubs especially at the start. Rex could have pinned him easily but chose to play with him. Rex scored point after point but Blake kept going. It was only at the end when Rex was pinning him that he whispered in his ear: &#034I like your spirit, Blake.&#034 that he knew for certain that he had done the right thing. As he made friends he learnt about The House. Like all small towns, on the outskirts behind a once white picket ...
    fence with a busted gate was The House. Half the shutters were missing and the other half creaked, squealed and banged with the breeze. Several great majestic trees filled the yard with their red and gold discarded leaves ankle deep by mid-October. Of course, there were the stories of murders and ghosts -- of the innocent victims and of the evil perpetrators -- who needed retribution or release. Every time Blake's new friends showed him The House the tales got wilder. The only thing missing was the Hollywood poster with Vincent Price or Boris Karloff dripping with splattered, hot, crimson bl**d. And there was that rickety little bridge with several broken planks over the little creek which was on the town side of the house. It was a small bridge, just wide enough for an old baby carriage or wheelchair to save going around on the road. But the broken railing gave credence to other stories of an accident (a most unfortunate mortal fall) or a shove (a most dastardly murder) on that fateful night almost a century ago when the great blizzard dumped more than twenty inches of snow on the little town. That body was never found. Did it drift down the mostly frozen creek to the river and then to the sea? Did some bridge troll eat well that night? Or did the wolves? Or could Bigpaw have scared the poor victim into falling or spanked him into confusion? With Hallowe'en coming there was not any honorable way out for the new boy in town; the parties would be on the weekend and the trick ...
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