Free Fiction Friday – October 3, 2014


Welcome to Free Fiction Friday. Each week we will provide you will free stories from many different authors. Check in with us each week as not all authors will post each week and new authors will be joining us as we grow. Join us in welcoming a new author to our group, Hope Ryan.

Here is a list of all the authors posting free fiction this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page. Remember to follow the site to be notified when we post the latest updates.




Second Shot – The Senior Year: Chapter 38; by Andrew Q. Gordon:

“Stop worrying.” Ethan said. He shook his head, but the Wi-Fi connection distorted it on Blake’s screen. At least the audio was clear. “I doubt he’s going to freak out.”

“I’m not worried about him going off on me, that’s not Brett’s style, but I’m not looking forward to moving out if it comes to that.”

Ethan’s face tightened and Blake braced for his response. “It doesn’t matter if he’s unhappy, that’s his deal. He needs to get his knuckles off the ground and move into the twenty-first century. Why do straight guys all think they’re at risk of being hit on by gay guys?”

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Chances, Part 4; by Tempeste O’Riley:

“Delicious and the fry was pretty good too.”

“You’re the naughty little one, huh?” Ry asked, his voice deeper than before. “I’d feed you more, but I have a feeling the other patrons of the restaurant might object.”

Tucker shrugged, please with how affected Ry seemed to be. “So, since I have to behave now, what do you suggest for the main course?”

“Well, that depends on your particular tastes and preferences.”

Somehow, Tucker didn’t think Ry was only referring to the food choices. Swallowing his sudden spike of nerves, he focused on the actual food, instead of all the other ways that could be taken.

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The Marine – Blackmail; R. Gebhardt:

“Since when do I have to tell you everything?” I asked.

“I’m your best friend, why wouldn’t you tell me everything?” asked Alex while he paced my living room.

“I don’t need to tell you about my sex life. I don’t ask you about yours.”

“I just wanted to know if you actually slept with him, I don’t want the actual details.”

“Why is it so important?” I could not believe that he wanted to talk about this; it’s none of his business. “I think it’s time for you to go.”

“Jase, come on. I’m just curious if you guys have done it yet, I mean you’ve been together for over a month now.”

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Always – Chapter 7 – Part 3; by Lily G. Blunt:

We stayed in the sports hall a little longer to give the homophobic guys a chance to leave the building. The last thing I wanted was an aggressive confrontation with them.

We showered separately and were soon on our way back to Edward’s house.

I chatted to Jack and Zachary while Edward went upstairs to get dressed for our evening out. I told them about the comments the homophobes had made about me and realized I was still upset. At first, they were considerate and understanding, but then they started teasing and laughing at me. I was seriously having a hard time coming to terms with it all and Edward coming down the stairs dressed in a pink shirt, looking drop-dead gorgeous didn’t help my self-confidence.

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If You Love Something – Chapter 07; A Little Lillegard: by Lily Velden

Past (David, end of high school road trip)

At the end of the week, unlike the rest of the group, I took a couple of extra days and stopped off at my old hometown of Byron Bay. I sat parked at the end of Jeremy’s street staring through the windscreen at the street sign. Corrigan Street. It was only a stone’s throw from my old street. I snorted. Ever since we’d moved to Speers Point, I’d made it a point to memorize the addresses of every place that was important to me, no matter how foreign or complicated. Never again would I lose someone because I didn’t know their address.

Giving myself a mental shake, I tried to make myself drive on, but it was like an itch I couldn’t help scratching. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I had to see his old house. I wanted to see it more than I wanted to see my own. Actually, the thing I wanted to see the most was his old cubby house, but that was impossible without knocking on the door and asking the current owners. Maybe, it didn’t even exist anymore. Maybe, it was gone. Same as Jeremy was gone.

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Letting Him Go; by J.P. Barnaby:

“Promise me, James” Dolan whispered, his forehead pressed against mine, our overheated breaths mingling in the growing distance between us.

“I’m trying to make a better life for us,” I whispered back, his muscles tense under my fingers with the pain of our pending separation.

“There won’t be a life for us if you’re killed, or if you come back some homo-hating boy of Uncle Sam.” He blew out a breath as dawn began to scream across the skyline. Or maybe the scream was mine. Signing up for the service seemed like the right thing to do, until the pain in his eyes gutted me more than any bullet could.

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In Case of Emergency (A Naruto Fanfiction); by Sara Testarossa:

“No sex on missions.”

Kotetsu blinked a few times, his eyebrows raised in shock. Tsunade had called him and Izumo into her office near the end of the workday, not saying what she needed to see them about. He had not known what to expect, but he had certainly not anticipated the words she had just spoken in clipped tones.

“Tsunade-sama?” Izumo asked, apparently just as surprised at Kotetsu.

“Don’t worry, I tell all couples this if they work in the field together. It’s standard procedure for me to remind you, even though it’s in the shinobi rules.”

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The Forest Lord #6; by Tucker McCallahan:

“It’s hideous!

“Where did you find it?”

“Are they all that large? I didn’t know they grew that big.”

The females stood in a semi-circle around the figure Zak and T’Riss had trussed up like a wild hog on the ground in the center of their tent. After leading Ilztafay out and safely stabling her with the mechanical mounts in the other tent, Zak returned and took his place between T’Riss and Kala. He gazed down at the human male with critical eyes.

“He’s not that large.” Zak rested his hand on T’Riss’s wrist. “He’s at least two full inches shorter than our arisa.

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Growth, Part 34 – Confusion, Part 2; by Grace R. Duncan:

A dim portion of Ghalib’s brain warned him to keep his silence, but when the hand around his cock squeezed slightly then dragged over the tip, he said, “Adel.”

The hand disappeared very briefly, then came back, slick and hot, stroking him again, this time aided by what Ghalib assumed was oil. As the hand moved faster, the sound of the bells on his ankle floated to him and the incense he constantly smelled made itself known. He inhaled deeply and moved his foot while focusing on the pleasure, the need filling him. He felt the first tingling in his balls as he approached orgasm. He groaned, rocking, despite his best efforts, into the hand around him.

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Turning Point: New world – Part 1; by Hope Ryan:

My expression must have been comical because Mr. D’s smile widened. “Yeah,” I managed, trying not to blush.

He nodded and sat at his desk, shoving a pile of papers to the side and uncovering a blotter like the one on the other desk. “Okay, is Andy your full name?”

I shook my head. “No, uh, Andrew.”

He wrote it down, verified the spelling of my last name. Took my basic stuff—age, birth date and if I remembered things like my clothing sizes. Will had to check the now-holey Avengers shirt, but I remembered my jeans and shoes. I glanced down at the Rocket Dogs on my feet that had worn through the soles and split along the sides in several places. My jeans had holes in the knees and had worn down in the ass so much, I felt a breeze.

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