1. A new game. (working title. rough draft. based on


    Date: 7/21/2015, Categories: Anal, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: CD_Lio, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    (questions? comments? constructive criticism? all feedback is welcome, this is my first short story, please let me know what you think.) I have the coolest best friend. his name's Mitch. he likes movie going and videogame arcades as much as me. It seems we instantly built a friendship on those common intrests, and we would bump into eachother regularly on our way to see a new movie or arcade release. He would say things like &#034hey there&#034, and &#034you again?&#034 with each encounter. I'd just smile brightly and stand there and wave to him briskly as he tried to make small talk. He did all the talking, I didn't talk much - but our method of communication was whooping eachother in arcade games, or becoming emotionally involved with the characters on the big screen and listening to him go on about them for months. One day, we saw a heart wrenching drama together, and we somehow managed to hold hands. Both our eyes widen many moments later at the realization that he still has his hand on mine as he sits next to me in the theater room. He quickly withdraws his hand as I do, and we both look away shyly, scratching the back of our heads, both of us at the same time thinking &#034awkwarrrrrd~!&#034 I'm sure. When the movie ends, we take a step out of the theater room into the lobby and notice that it's way late! The movie must have lasted longer than we anticipated.The arcade's closed, food stands closed for the night too. Theater ushers are guiding everyone to the exits, and ...
    almost instantly, I manage to lose my friend in the crowds. Some time passes and the people in the crowd have made it to their cars or to the last of the buses or subway trains running for the night. Silly me - I stuck around trying to locate my new friend, and not rushing to the last bus to take me home. I zip up my oversized sweater and pull the hood over my head, then set down the road toward my home a couple dozen miles away, feeling disappointment and frustration. And just my luck, the weather changes on me. The cold wind picks up and breezes along my bare legs and blows my mid length and now frizzy hair out of style and everywhere in front of my face. My shorts, which are cut above the knee, barely offer any protection against the weather. I shiver and my teeth chatter miserably, not so much from the cold as from feeling frustration toward myself, and a bit frightened walking these lonely city streets at night. Clouds slowly gather overhead and not too soon later, I feel a few sprinkles hit my face. I'm sure it'll turn into a downpour sometime soon. At this point I just want to hide somewhere and cry. But I continue walking, trembling, choking back tears and feeling foolish. It feels like forever since I started walking. I've walked at least 60 blocks down this road, at this time, both the roads and I are satuated with rain. cars pass by quickly and in the distance I can hear crickets chirp. I make it to a closed gas station and stand under the overhead fixture as the ...
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