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Breaking Bo Sonder!!AwZTHlMTWv 13/12/08(Sun)21:03 No. 20427 ID: 0550d2 [Reply]

[male, gay, high school]
Usually I'd write a more specific set of tags, but I want this story to be an open-ended work-in-progress. Although I do have a basic plot outlined for 8-9 chapters, I'm always open to suggestions from you guys about what direction you'd like the story to go. Feel free to suggest something in the comments. All suggestions are appreciated, but please remember it's simply not possible to satisfy them all. =(

This story is set in an all-boys boarding school for Grade 8-12 students (13-17 years old). The main characters are students who live within the 5 different boarding houses, one house for each year of students. The school itself is in a big city on the edge of a river. Beyond the boarding houses, but still part of the school grounds, there is a peninsula of forest/scrub land known as the Hook.

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More? I LOVE Bo! Lickit 14/05/11(Sun)23:05 No. 21726 ID: 407364

I've NEVER bumped a story before, but, .... BUMP!!

is somewhat unnerving ,.- ) Good!? Anonymous 14/09/25(Thu)21:56 No. 22487 ID: 5cd61f

Some concerns... the story actually started close to a year ago, and hm... According to the author Sonder we're at chapter 5, in it self quite remarkable compared to some one- cluster of - text posters, but the suspense

Anonymous 14/12/03(Wed)09:20 No. 22897 ID: bd628b

Wasn't sure if this is still updated our even watched, but I wanted to let the author know that I loved it and would love more.

Help finding a story Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)08:53 No. 24359 ID: dd4937 [Reply]

There was a story that I read a while back that I was hoping someone could help me find. This is what I remember of it. It was about a man who moves into an apartment above the garage of a family with two young daughter. The older daughter was ignored by her father because she was a little chubby. Her mother encourages her to hit on the man and they end up spending the night or weekend in the apartment.

Many thanks for any help.

Anonymous 16/06/16(Thu)23:36 No. 24360 ID: 98fd99

You know what, a request thread wouldn't be a bad idea. Shame this board is pretty much snail pace.

The Search For Tripp's Club wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/10/28(Wed)22:30 No. 23932 ID: cc2815 [Reply]

Here we go again with another story in ‘The Club’ universe. The events in this story take place after The Club 2010 (aka A Visit To Tripp’s Club). The plot starts mostly ‘sex free’ but eventually degrades into some really weird shit.

To address my paranoia and for the record, this story and all characters in this story are fictitious. Additionally, all characters in this story (who are fictitious as previously stated) are participating consensually and are of legal age, regardless of the implied or stated age of the (fictitious) roles they portray.


It’s been almost six months since my brother and sister disappeared. Nobody knows exactly when Jack went missing; he was very private about his business travels and it was not uncommon for him to ‘go off the grid’ for weeks on end. But Susan, she had arranged for Mom and me to have dinner with her and Zachary. They were going to tell us some big news. Obviously they were getting engaged. But Zach called us that afternoon. He was panicked; Susan had not returned from the grocery and she was not answering her phone. When we found her car in the parking lot later that night, we called the police.

The police found no evidence of a crime. Her car was locked. Nobody had seen Susan at the store. We filed a missing persons report. Needless to say, the authorities were of little help. Mom… well… mom is having a hard time grasping the situation. She thinks Susan and Jack will just show up at the door any day now. But in my heart I know that’s not true. And somehow their disappearances are related, I’m sure of it. Zachary is also convinced, but he thinks that this is somehow Jack’s fault. “You know the type of people your brother associates with. And his business partners… I’m sure they’re involved. Or at least they know something,” he had said.

So Zach and I flew across the country to search Jack’s beach house. Mom and Zach didn’t want me to go at first. But I was on break from college for the summer and I had some vacation days at my internship; I convinced them to let me help. Plus, I had the key to his house from when I went to visit him the prior year. As we expected the house was immaculate. Both his cars, the Porsche and the Audi were parked in the garage. The kitchen had almost no food. Nothing seemed disturbed or out of place. In his bedroom we found a couple of suitcases pulled out by the closet and his dresser drawers seemed rather empty. This all implied that he was away on business or vacation. I booted the laptop in his office but without the password it was useless.

We were just about to give up when I suggested we check his mailbox. As it turned out, there was a single envelope. It had no stamp or return address – someone had hand delivered it. “Open it, it’s our only clue.” Zach hesitated. “Come on, we have no choice.” Slowly he ope Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/03/16(Wed)11:14 No. 24149 ID: c6d1be

You're not fucked up for writing it. I'm not fucked up for enjoying it. It's just fantasy. If you decide to not share anymore, wed certainly understand.

Anonymous 16/03/23(Wed)13:47 No. 24159 ID: 3d7113

Well I'm still checking back here several times a week in hopes of an update so I vote you post them. Magic aphrodisiac drugs and forced orgasms are big fetishes of mine.

Anonymous 16/06/10(Fri)14:29 No. 24339 ID: 690b65

You mentioned you had written the other chapters already... is there anything we can do to get you to post them?

Two Become One grotto 14/03/03(Mon)10:20 No. 21280 ID: 28d1dc [Reply]

Hey, I'm grotto and here's the current version of Two Become One. I originally wrote this story to be posted on 4chan's /d/. The version posted on Oblimo's site here ( http://oblimo.pbworks.com/w/page/5537707/Two-Become-One ) is from summer 2008, and what appears here has been edited significantly since then. Please enjoy... As always, I have many ideas for the story that I've been nursing for years, but I can't promise new chapters within any reasonable timeframe. I will post them when I write them.



Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what she was hearing. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara hesitantly reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts swelled into being on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around her areolae - C-cups in their own right - and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/09/15(Mon)05:51 No. 22430 ID: 8aeaa3

This is the best story I've ever read here, It's sooo fucking good

grotto 16/06/10(Fri)09:55 No. 24335 ID: d7b55b

Saving this thread by posting an unfinished chapter... Here's what I have at this moment.


The sun had drifted behind one of the clouds weightily traversing the sky, and the wind had picked up. The bus shelter was already crowded when Sara had arrived fifteen minutes ago. She didn’t mind the wait. She was in another new body: a punky, freckled half-asian girl, with shoulder-length, half-bleached hair framing her round face, and a silver nose ring in one nostril. With an eye for fashion, Embel had clothed her in a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off, layered over a greenish patterned turtleneck, with a knee-length skirt and black leather sandals. Every time Embel changed around her, it was like putting on a new pair of shoes; she felt a kind of exciting uneasiness in the new body. Sara smiled to herself, brimming with glee. Being able to transform on the fly, to suddenly step into a totally realized identity and blend seamlessly into the crowd… she still couldn’t quite believe it. She glanced at the people next to her and imagined shifting into each of them: a weary, young East African woman with bags under her eyes holding her toddler’s hand, a blond teenager mouthing the words to the music on his headphones, a plain-faced older woman with long brown hair and smile-lines at the corners of her mouth, looking serenely into the distance.

Of course, Embel could only take a form that could fit around Sara’s actual body. This mainly limited her to guises that were the same height as she was, a bit less than five foot 6. There was some room for playing around, but not much before the discrepancy became unignorable. But aside from that, Embel had almost full rein to decide what kind of shape she would take to surround Sara’s naturally slight physique. Currently her new street-punk body was a little bit on the heavy side, enough so to fill out her face but not to make her bulge around the waist. As she waited for the bus, she contemplated the weird feeling of her fingers being wider than she was used to, and of her legs brushing together between her thighs where they hadn’t before. She shifted curiously from side to side, feeling her new body move around her.

As more people arrived to quietly throng at the bus stop, Sara felt peculiarly aware of how different it seemed to her now just to be in public, among people. The biggest difference was almost tangible: There simply wasn’t any urge to worry about what people thought of her. She wasn’t afraid to check people out, or to stand closer or hold eye contact longer than she would ever have felt appropriate if she were in her own skin. She casually leaned forward and her body brushed up against somebody in line, a young guy with five-day stubble in a plaid shirt. He stepped away, almost unconsciously, putting another few inches between them to restore his personal space. It was like she was no longer subject t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 16/06/10(Fri)10:26 No. 24336 ID: c1e39b

Good to see more from you, Grotto. This is definitely one of my favorites on this board

Pedro 16/06/04(Sat)20:50 No. 24305 ID: 431c24 [Reply]


Birthday Cake (Loli, Mf) Anonymous 16/05/20(Fri)03:52 No. 24278 ID: d05cc4 [Reply]

(Relatively unedited.)

Some girls got a sweet sixteen, with fancy catering, and maybe even a car. Alex was the son of a single dad who had never even heard the words “sweet sixteen”. So, when Alex’s sixteenth birthday came around, the most his father brought out was some red balloons, chips and dip, and the promise of an empty house for his birthday. It was an unusual and lenient thing for his father to do, but seeing as the man was always pulling in extra hours at work, Alex expected it.

“It’ll be better when your friends show up,” Alex’s father reassured him on his way out the door. Before stepping out for the night he winked and said, “good luck.”

Alex turned to his house. The living room in the compact three bedroom looked festive enough for a smattering of sixteen-year-old boys. What was really important, anyway, was the xbox. He made one sweep around the perimeter to make sure everything was clean and in place while he waited. Despite it still being in the afternoon, he had to turn on the light in each room. Alex crossed the cute little guest bedroom his father kept out for when his aunt visited. Shit. Storm clouds hung low and oppressive over the neighborhood. Given the season, a torrential rain was bound to pour in any minute.

Of course not a lot of people show up. Few of Alex’s friends who already had their license felt comfortable enough to drive in such a storm. The rest of the guests had parents too wise to venture out.
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Anonymous 16/05/25(Wed)15:24 No. 24288 ID: 35863e

Very good. Thank you.

Anonymous 16/05/28(Sat)12:51 No. 24292 ID: fd0f03

IMO a good story leaves the audience wanting more, and I do, so I must ask, what did she mean by this feels different? By asking him to go harder, I wonder if it was her first time or not.

I hope there is more.

Bkil 16/06/02(Thu)09:27 No. 24301 ID: cce87e


The Unwated Guest - Julie Edition Julie 14/10/02(Thu)04:48 No. 22516 ID: 06f3b1 [Reply]

"The Unwanted Guest"
By: Alucard's Spririt
“Julie Edition”
By: Noin

Upon entering her apartment, Julie heavily sighed as she shut and locked the door, and then placed her leather jacket on the hook near the entryway. It had been a long day on set and she was looking forward to a nice night of rest and relaxation before she had to go back to it all again. She shuddered while thinking about what was scheduled for the next day’s filming. It was a scene that she had been dreading since she had read the script.

Putting those thoughts aside, the brunette slowly strutted into her bedroom to sit on the edge of her bed so she could untie her knee-high boots. With a couple swift lifts of her well-shaped legs she kicked the foot apparel off into the closet allowing her sweaty feet to finally be freed from those tight black prisons. The beauty lifted her hands high over her head to give herself a full bodied stretch before reaching back behind her neck to undo the strap of her halter top. She then reached behind her lower back and undid the second strap, tossing her skimpy garment into her clothes hamper. Now topless, she moved to stand before her full length mirror to do a little self-admiration. The cool air blowing from one of the vents was free to caress her bare chest, causing her nipples to harden as she traced the curve of her breasts with her finger tips while admiring the flower tattoo around her nipple. She undid her hair tie allowing her dark hair to spill about her slender shoulders. A smile crossed the raven haired beauty’s thick full lips as her hazel eyes traveled down her form appreciating her every womanly feature.

The thirty year old had been through a lot to get her toned body into its sleek and sexy shape, just so she could keep up with the twenty-somethings. Indeed the life of an actress is a taxing, but the result gave her a tight waist that had a nice smooth dipping abs as well as sleek curved hips. Julie's legs and arms were well formed and gave her the grace and beauty of a dancer. She carried herself well, standing at five foot eight. But the one feature that stood out most about the woman had to be her perfectly rounded ass. It was the envy of most of her female friends and lust of her male friends. Despite the brunette’s delicious form, one feature that she felt was out of place on her body her breasts. She had always felt that her perky c-cups should have been larger.

Julie continued to smile to herself despite sensing as if there were a strange energy in the apartment. She admired herself a moment more, turning from one side to the other, loving the way her sparkling pants gripped onto her legs and ass, enjoying the accented view they gave her. After unbuttoning them, she wiggled her hips to shed them off, watching as more and more of her luscious legs became uncovered. First her toned thighs slipped into view followed by her Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/10/02(Thu)21:30 No. 22519 ID: 8256d5

Isn't it a rule to fucking tag your shit? Are people feeling they are too classy to do that now, that they are above "revealing" their "fine art"? If it's not a rule, why the fuck not?!

Wan+Shi+Tong!!H2L2Z0LGV5 16/04/13(Wed)08:40 No. 24196 ID: 0617d5

I'm not sure how I missed this story the first time around, but I am glad I was searching the back pages for another one and stumbled across this.

It has been a while since this was posted, but this is excellent work Noin. I do hope to see more from you.

Anonymous 16/06/01(Wed)16:22 No. 24299 ID: 02ba84

Tag your shit

Magic Touch / One Shots Rin!y7chl82msE 16/04/05(Tue)11:34 No. 24174 ID: 87f076 [Reply]

Heya Folks! Name is Rin. LONG time lurkers might remember me for my one complete story, "Magic Touch", the incomplete sequel "Magic Touch 2", and the incomplete "Ultimatum" and "The Ties that Bind"

Life's been a mess for me, but I've been wanting to get back into writing for awhile. I've actually been working on a real, honest to God novel with an editor and everything, set up by an ex-girlfriend (weird, I know, but!) who enjoyed what I wrote with Magic Touch but felt like, with proper editing and focus I could do much better (yeah, an ex-girlfriend liked my elit smut so much she's trying to get me published.)

I've hit some writers block with said novel, however, and to let off some steam I've been working on some side stories to distract myself, and I thought, "Well, if /elit/ wasn't there to push me to keep posting my smut, I wouldn't have gotten this far!"

So here's the game plan. I've got three short stories in the works. The first one is about 60% finished, so I'm going to release it in chunks in a somewhat weekly schedule until we're done. Then, if you guys (and maybe gals) enjoy it and want more, I'll post the next one, and so on.

BE FOREWARNED. a) This first one is a spin-off of my original work, "Magic Touch", so it may not have the impact that it does for me or for someone who remembers it. b) There's a lot of slow buildup on this one. The first part doesn't have much sexy, yet, but trust me it will. And finally, c) These are hastily written, briefly edited by me. I think it stands fairly well, maybe close to my old works, but there will probably be mistakes.

So, enjoy, and let me know what you think!

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Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/28(Sat)11:56 No. 24291 ID: 512d4d

Soooo... that ending, eh?!

Honestly, not really where I was expecting to go with it. I left the ending kinda vague, as I wasn't sure where I was going with it.

But in the end I felt like our hero needed his comeuppance. Plus, like I said when I originally finished the first MT, since these stories are based (very very very loosely) off mostly Greek myths, I like to emulate the tragic endings they typically have.

Besides, since this isn't a real entry in the MT saga, I can do whatever I want with the character and just write it as Non-Canon, right?

Well... I hope you guys and gals at least enjoyed the ride. Comments and concerns welcome. Little break incoming, then a new story for you fine folk. Stay tuned!

Anonymous 16/05/29(Sun)17:03 No. 24294 ID: 19379f

The ending is weird. I enjoyed the rest of the story.

Rin!y7chl82msE 16/05/30(Mon)10:44 No. 24295 ID: 512d4d

Did I kill your boner? My bad!

Ongoing Story: Ongoing. Continuation from EditThis and Adultstories.com Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:47 No. 24260 ID: 0c5169 [Reply]

Long ago there was a hunk of community elit called, simply, original story.

That got preserved on editthis.info as Ongoing story.

I found someone updating and preserving it, so I'm reposting here with permission. They don't want to keep writing it alone, though, so want to see other people contributing sidestories, full chapters, or whatever. It'll inspire them to write more.

Most of this is from a big copy/paste job, but there's new stuff starting in Chapter 14 and at the very end around chapter 37.

spankfic by way of monzetsu, Mgggg


This is a very raw cut of the longest Male Protagonist story. I added a patch job to fix the mismatch between the first chunk (guy corrupting his sisters) and the second chunk (sisters are already corrupted, and he invites a bunch of his sisters' friends over)

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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:50 No. 24265 ID: 0c5169

Chapter 11: Teaching Britney

Britney appears in the doorway, her body very still and her muscles tensed as she looks at you with apprehension.

"Britney, your sisters have already explained what they were doing. I've concluded that it's ok, given their age it's natural for them to be interested in such things. As a result, I'm not going to tell Mom," you say. Britney's body relaxes noticeably after you say you're not telling, as she slouches against the wall. It seems as though her worry had drained her.

"However..." you say, "I am a little concerned that you were in here with them. Don't worry, I'm not saying anything about this, either," you say as you notice Britney looking worried again, "I just want to know what's going on."

"Well," Britney says, "It's just that... lately... I've been thinking about boys differently than I used to. It started right after my... you know... boobies started growing." As she says this, she unconsciously looks down at her breasts, which started growing about 2 months ago and look to be at the large end of B-cup, pretty big for a 10 year old.

"I don't know why, I just started noticing that some boys are good-looking, and some aren't, and I started thinking about... well... how they might look naked... I mean, I have some idea, but I'd never actually seen one of them before. I started thinking about sex, which I sort of knew was what happened when a boy puts his... thing... into my... thing. And I have this weird feeling sometimes... lately all the time... in my thing. I just don't know how to get rid of it. When I came in, Megan and Maddie were giggling, and I asked what they were doing, and Megan said they were talking about sex. I asked if I could see, because I thought maybe I could learn about what's going on with me. A lot of the stuff they wrote didn't really make sense, but it made that feeling I told you about a lot stronger. And then when it was really getting bad, you walked in. You told me to leave, and I wanted to say something, but I was just so embarrassed that all I could do was giggle and leave."

"Well," you say, "This certainly does seem like a problem. Not a serious problem, and certainly nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's certainly a problem that is easily solved."

You sit down on Megan's bed, and gesture to Britney. "Britney, I want you to come over here and sit on my lap for a minute." She happily complies, not stopping for an instant to question her big brother. "Now," you say as she sits down and you put your arm around her, resting it on her young, barely developed ass, "I'm going to explain to you everything that's happening to you."
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24266 ID: 0c5169

**Original content**

Chapter 14: Teaching her body to worship your cock

"I think that would be just fine, Britney, but you should finish taking off my boxers as you do it, it's a tight fit through the front," you say, smiling at her and her wide eyes. She briefly breaks off from staring at your cock to look up at you, and blushes at the attention.

Her two hands can barely go all the way around it, and you enjoy the feeling of her small fingers moving along the veins as they slowly travel up to your boxers. Of course, as she moves her hands, she has to slowly inch closer until your cock is almost right in front of her mouth. You can practically see her nostril's flare as she takes in the scent of you, and slowly and gently bends your cock downwards so she can try to slip your boxers down. She only really gets it halfway down before your cock snaps up and smacks her under the chin, making her startle as Megan and Maddie giggle behind her.

"Here, I'll tilt him hips a little bit, and you can try again," you say, and she nods again, a bit of precum now on her chin. She ends up having to come along side you as she manages to stretch your boxers down over your ass, then down your legs, until your cock is free and you're standing naked. Her hands drift over your member and you feel her body pressing into your leg, her head leaning into your side as she gets lost in feeling it.

"Why don't you let me?" you ask, and you turn a little until your cock is resting against her neck and shoulder, her face nuzzled into your lower abdominals. She instinctively begins kissing you as you slowly drag your cock across her perfectly smooth skin. you angle yourself slightly and press your footlong penis across her entire collarbone, gently bending your knees to drag it down along her body until it presses atop her two perky breasts, flattening them slightly, until you grab the based of your cock and maneuver it on and past her hard nipples. She jumps, at the sudden, intense stimulation.

"You like that? Gently take it and run it over your breasts. Your breasts are sensitive, and good to be used for pleasure," you say.

She presses herself into you as one hand tries to massage your massive glans and the other moves up and down your shaft, playing with her breasts with your cock. Her breasts, large on her tiny frame, bounce each time. She stops only when she actually notices the fresh flow of precum you're producing.
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Anonymous 16/05/14(Sat)04:51 No. 24267 ID: 0c5169

More later. Especially if people contribute.

Happy Summer Days Fanny Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:26 No. 24258 ID: 8b2e66 [Reply]

I'm experimenting with a new written art form that captures the fun and spirit of hentai using just the written word.

This particular story is based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu. It happens to be loli-shota, however.

I would greatly appreciate your feedback to the following:

Quality (1-poor to 5-great):

Fapability (1-didn't want to fap to 5-had to fap):

If you fapped:
Cumability (1-didn't cum to 5-came like an elephant):

Verbal Sound Effects (Wanted More | About Right | Wanted Less):

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Happy Summer Days Fanny+Dewdrop 16/05/13(Fri)06:28 No. 24259 ID: 8b2e66

Happy Summer Days

By Straight Shooter

Based on the 2007 manga titled Natsuyasumi by Ponzu (English translation by Shouta-kun)

It's early afternoon on a hot summer day. Far out in the country, a young girl walks along a dirt road with a lunch bag and drawing board slung over one shoulder. She's wearing a short pink summer dress with purple polka-dots.

Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature, she approaches a covered bus stop along the side of the road. This is the place where she and her boyfriend Dane have agreed to meet.

Just as she gets to it, she hears a young voice complain from within.

"It's so hot…"
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