It was all blur for Ethan. He had been to Justin's games and was used to how physical they were but even Ethan could tell this one was different. The players from the other team even talked trash to him, calling him all kids of names and Ethan was pretty sure that when one of the other team's defenders blasted the ball out of play he tried to hit him with the ball. Justin had hardly touched the ball and like everyone else Ethan didn't think much about the only corner kick the other team earned. Ethan was on the other side of the field because the majority of the balls that were going out of play were on that side. Ethan saw Justin go up for the ball and the player hit Justin in the back of the legs. Even from the other goal line he could hear Justin's head hit the ground. That's when the chaos started, the referee blowing the whistle to stop the match, waiving the trainers and Justin's coaches on the field and while that was happening a fight broke out between the player that pushed Justin and one of Justin's teammates. Ethan didn't pay that any attention, He kept waiting for Justin to stand up. After a few minutes the tense worry grew into outright fear as the ambulance drove onto the field, Ethan had made his way closer but couldn't see much because of the trainers and paramedics. They had brought out a stretcher and carefully put something around his neck before transferring Justin on to the stretcher.
Part 5 of “Training a Keeper” has been posted
Part 5 of “Training a Keeper” has been published. Click the link below.
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/training-a-keeper/training-a-keeper-5
Things You Find at the Pool
Another intergeneration short story.
"Yeah, yeah I let you guys win, didn't want to make you cry." Tom lied sticking his tongue out in return. Kyle splashed water at Tom, "No way, we beat you legit." The other boy, Nate, who was twelve, laughed at Tom and Kyle's easy going exchange. He envied the lighthearted teasing between Kyle and his dad. He was at the resort with his parents and was completely bored until he met Kyle. Nate missed his friends and his parents had drug him from one mall to another for the first few days of the family's vacation. Nate's laughter ended when he heard his mom, "Nate, honey, it's time to get ready to go." "Already? C'mon mom, let me stay a little longer. Please?" Nate begged. Nate's mom was a big, heavy woman with a sun burnt face holding an empty margarita glass, "We've got dinner reservations honey and we all need to get ready still." Poor kid Tom thought, it was only four in the afternoon, she was clearly soused and who the hell eats dinner this early, "Anyway Kyle buddy, we better get going, I think I've been in the pool long enough." Nate's mom looked at Tom and had an idea, "Excuse me sir but I normally don't ask but Nate looks like he's having such a good time with your boy. Do you think he could stay with you while my husband and I go to dinner?"
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http://www.asstr.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/things-you-find-at-the-pool
Definitely Not
Another story from the archive. This is definitely not for everyone. (haha) It’s an inter-generational story.
There's an electronics store near my work, part of minor chain, it's huge, without the polish of the major chains like Best Buy or Circuit City. You can find enough parts to build a desktop computer from the ground up and it still carries the major appliances for the home and gaming gear for the kids. It's nestled in between the industrial area where I work and one of the poorest mixed race neighborhoods in the city. Every now and then I escape from work early to pick up some needed supplies and cruise the gaming section to see what boys are hanging out. That's where I met him. I was there on a Friday afternoon, the school year had just ended, I needed to pick up a couple of ink cartridges for one of the printers. I was checking out the little gamers, when he walked in and instantly caught my eye. He was wearing a Korn concert t-shirt that had definitely seen better days and some grey track pants (they might have originally been white). His hair looked black and had red highlights when the light hit it just right, it had a slight curl that went past his ears and neck. It wasn't so much how he looked that attracted me but the way he walked, he had a certain arrogant prideful bounce to his step. I had seen that same strut in the boys I grew up with, boys who knew they were poor white trash but didn't really give a shit.
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Forever in the Night
This story was written a long time ago for one person. I change the intimate parts (there aren’t many) from implied to a little more detailed.
It had been a long, horrible day like so many days before. Brian had reached his breaking point. He was tired, hungry and afraid to go home. He had been sitting at a picnic table in the park since school ended and it was getting dark. He just couldn't get himself to leave. Tears ran down his face. He realized he wanted to die. "Why would you want to do that?" said a voice right in front of him. Brian was startled and looked up and saw a stranger. He hadn't even heard this guy walk up and it almost scared the crap out of him. "Don't be scared" the man said "I saw you crying and thought maybe you needed help". Brian couldn't see shit now and wondered how long the stranger had been watching him. "I'm okay" Brian mumbled, hoping the man would just leave. The park lights were beginning to come on and Brian could see the stranger's face. He was smiling at him and had the bluest eyes he had ever seen. He couldn't look away from the stranger.
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What’s it about?
I’m writer of young male erotic fiction. All stories and links on this blog are fiction. Some wise man probably said that in order for others to accept you, you must first accept yourself. If you’re completely unacceptable to yourself, well then at least you’re used to it. I’m not an intellectual, I’m not a crusader, I write because I find myself most tolerable when I do.
That’s on my “About” page but I’m not sure everyone looks at that. I started this blog because I get emails from fans of my Nifty stories asking if I have a web site. I do but that web page is for my other self and his writing. It’s fancy and professionally done. I decided to skip that for Emorey and do a blog. I figured I could post some links to old stuff and put out alerts to new stuff. Then I got a few followers and I’ve checked out their blogs and couldn’t see any type of connection. Are blogs like Instagram where you follow people simply to have them follow you? Seems kind of…odd. Anyway welcome to those of you who like my stories and to those of you just visiting.
Four of a Kind
A light hearted story about some friends killing time.
“We could play X-box.” Carlos offered.
“Yeah right.” Matt said sarcastically “Hey Clint. Why don’t you tell them why we can’t play X-box.”
Clint stopped looking at the cards, “Hey it wasn’t just my fault. You’re report card sucked to.”
Their mom had put the X-box away for a month because they had both brought home Cs on their last report card. Matt had one and Clint had two, hence Clint’s two weeks of grounding.
Carlos looked over at Colby who was lying down on the floor looking at the ceiling scratching his balls “Colby wake up! You got any ideas?”
Colby kept looking at the ceiling with his hand down the front of his
shorts, “Nope. I got nuthin.”Clint had an idea “You guys ever play poker?”
Matt shook his head.
Carlos said “Yeah I played with my dad a couple of times.”
“We could try playing, you guys have any money?” Clint asked.
“I’m not playing for real money. Don’t you have poker chips?” Carlos asked.
“No we don’t.” Clint didn’t want to play for money any way “Hmmmm…you know we could play strip poker. You know just to make it more interesting.”
Matt made a funny face, “I don’t know about that, strip poker where you take your clothes off?”
Carlos had the same look, “Yeah I don’t know either. Just us, sounds gay to me.”
Colby rolled over and jumped up. “Sounds like fun to me and it beats
sitting here doing nothing. I think you two are chicken. You’re afraid
we’re gonna see your teeny little weenies.”
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Almost an Average Day
Another short story I wrote for Nifty. Story of 4 friends making the most of a spring break day. Warning explicit.
He was just getting ready to make another run and was thoroughly soaked.
Bret and Scott were pulling their bikes out of the water and were just as wet.“What’s up Cam?”, I asked in return.
“The sky!”, Cameron replied laughing at his own old joke.
“No shit! Looks like you guys found some fun.”, I said.
“Yeah, you wanna jump with me?” Cam said right before he started pedaling.
I didn’t even answer his question and took off after him. The sidewalk was wide, allowing for students to move between buildings to get to class, so two bikes could easily be ridden side by side. I hit the end of the sidewalk at top speed on my bmx bike and lifted up the front wheel getting as much air as I could and then splashed right into the water. The water slowed us down in an instant.
“That was fucking awesome!”, I yelled.
Cameron was laughing, “Oh yeah! Been doing this all morning.”
We pulled our bikes out of the water and went back to see Bret and Scott. The four of us took turns jumping into the water and then had a contest to see who could jump the furthest. That was the most fun because everyone pushed it hard and there were some spectacular wipeouts but the landings were soft, so even the crashes were fun.
“Shit I’m freezing.” Bret said through blue lips.
We had been standing around reliving Cameron’s victory in the distance competition as well as the best crashes. It was cold and being soaked made it even colder.
“I’m freezing too.” Scott agreed.
“You guys wanna go hang out some where? My mom’s home so I don’t really wanna go home.” Cameron suggested.
“My brother and his friends are at my house, that’s why I left.” Bret
said. Bret’s older brother picked on Bret and his friends mercilessly.“My mom’s still at work. We could go to my place”, I said.
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Training a Keeper
This one of my most popular stories of two boys, one younger and one older, who are trying to find their way and themselves as their relationship grows.
Justin grabbed Ethan and rolled him back onto the bed. He pretended to punch him in the ribs but was really tickling him. Ethan was howling with laughter. When Justin let up, Ethan jumped on him getting in some punches of his own. The fought and wrestled until they were worn out. All the contact made Ethan more comfortable and yet bolder. Justin was laying on his back and Ethan was laying next to him on his side. Ethan gave Justin acouple more gentle pretend punches in the chest before leaving hand there.
“How did your get muscles get so big?” Ethan said as felt Justin’s chest and then squeezed his arm.
“I do strength training, lifts weights, I guess.” Justin was very aware of Ethan running his hands over his body but still didn’t think it was any more than a boy’s curiosity.
“I wish I looked like you.” Ethan confided.
Justin looked over at Ethan, “I love you the way look.”
Ethan had only been paying half attention to what Justin was saying becausehe was tracing the cuts between each one of Justin’s ab muscles. He thought to himself did Justin really just say what I thought he did, “What did you say?”
Justin tried to back peddle, he was so damn distracted by the way Ethan was touching him, “I mean you look good, like the way you should look.”
Ethan looked at Justin, he seemed nervous and Justin was never nervous, “I guess so. Maybe I should start lifting weights.”
“Coach said boys shouldn’t lift until high school, something about the way their bones are still growing.” Justin told him relieved to be talking about something else.
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I’m a writer of young male erotic and non-erotic fiction. A lot of my stories are on Nifty.com but I’m hoping to post some new ones hear as well,
Boy Stories by Emorey Ardale 