The Grapefruit Claw Part One: The Destroyer

Hey guys! Here is the 1st of a 2 part story. The next part will likely come April 4th. I hope you all enjoy! 


Cody was sitting at his desk doing a wonderful job of procrastinating his English homework. He had to write a paper on Romeo and Juliet, and although the prompt wasn't particularly difficult, Cody found it particularly difficult to get into. It wasn't due too soon, but he wanted to get it done with now so he wouldn't have to do it later. That's just the kind of kid Cody is. 

So, Cody just sat at his desk in the tan khakis he wore to school that day. He's taken off his shirt and shoes, displaying his slender and defined bare body. He still had on his white socks from the day, which were starting to rip at the soles. He's been meaning to bother mom about getting some new ones.

But at the moment, he was browsing social media when he heard his door open.

"Cooodddyy!" Stevie said aloud, barging in like he owned the place.

Cody turned his head and let out a sigh. In his deeper voice, he responded to his younger brother. "Stevie, please knock before you come in."

"You heard me call your name out." Stevie replied as he jumped on Cody's bed. Cody turned his head to see his brothers limp body on the blue cotton covers of his twin sized bed. Cody sighed and moved a thumb to his eyes to clean them.

"Yeah, sure. Something up, or do you just want to invade my privacy and take over my bed?"

Stevie laughed as he turned around and sat facing his big brother.

New Poll: Lighter or Darker Stories?

So, I have put up a new poll. This one is just me wondering what sort of vibe you like to get from these stories. The options are

I like darker stories! Grimy, nasty, ugly and heavy!

I like lighter stories! Friendly, sweet, pretty and casual!

I'm color blind! (Light, Dark, it don't matter)

Other (Please Specify)



This is just done to get a gauge of what you guys like. There will be a mix of dark and light, and the responses will not change the direction of anything, but I do enjoy having knowledge. And you guys can give me some knowledge, by voting on this poll! The poll will be up until late March, so please leave a response before then!

Enjoy Yourselves!

Poll Results: Camp Hardwood

So, here are the results.

Would you prefer a re-write of Camp Hardwood?

No, I like the direction it's taken! - 6 Votes (33%)

Yes, I don't like the direction it's taken. I'd love a rewrite! - 3 Votes (16%)

Whichever way, I just want more balls busted! - 7 Votes (38%)

Other (Please specify) - 2 Votes (11%)

Total Votes - 18

TL:DR: Thank you for voting. I will be rewriting Camp Hardwood, but I have taken note of the votes.

Road Kill

Cody was outside, on this particularly decent afternoon. Cody decided it was a good time to go for a run, especially considering he pigged out the day before and ate a few too many slices of pizza. To people like you and me, there is unlikely to be such thing as too much pizza. But Cody is different. Cody tries to keep a good diet and do what he thinks is the 'right thing'. After a night in which eating pizza and yelling at pixels with friends in Sven's living room was the 'right thing', the next afternoon's 'right thing' was to run it off. 

Cody was running around the general vicinity of his neighborhood, in these tight light blue lycra running pants, and nothing else. Well, with consideration for Cody's running shoes and short white socks... outside of those, nothing. 

Cody's curly brown mop was bouncing with his defined body, sweat was falling down, on and off the toned young man as he ran down the street. Breath leaving Cody's mouth at natural intervals shown by his dancing pecs, pushed out of his panting mouth in search of a better view of the landscape it just escaped, while the surrounding air get's vacuumed inwards, almost excited to help the instinctive beauty form it's shape and continue it's trajectory forwards. As Cody breathes out once again, the cycle continues for as long as the strong frame can keep it going. Slender body, defined with curves and texture comparable to that of a native scene where one loses themselves in witness of organic beauty, uncontaminated by all that is forced and septic. 

A Puppies Whimper

Jordan laughed at Sven's previous comment, which was the greatest joke ever told. After he calmed down, rubbed the tears out of his eye and was finally able to use his voice. "Holy shit dude, that was awesome."

"You're welcome. You won't get that kind of humor in Big Mouth!" Sven said, referring to the hit Netflix original which has garnered mixed reviews. Some love the crude, relatable, raw ugliness of puberty, but other's find the art to be nasty to look at, and the humor to be the lazy end of raunchy, which only gets by on the wow factor. 

"Ehh, it's a different kind of humor. I think Big Mouth is fucking awesome." 

"That's what everyone says, but I hated the first episode." Sven replied. 

"What!? How!?"

"It was stupid. Like, the humor was very... juvenile." Sven scoffed. 

"What!? Have you never been through puberty?" Jordan asked Sven, who's young high school body was bulging through his tight uniform. The corner of Sven raised his eye at this bogus accusation. He raised his hands up and ran them down his sculptured young adult figure. 

"No, I've never been through puberty. I came out of my mother looking like this." Sven blankly stated. 

"That poor pussy. Tore her in two." Jordan said laughing with Sven. 

"Haha, yeah. Bless her soul." 

BBFiend Asked Me To

Cody was on his bed in a nice soft pair of pajama bottoms that were thin, but warm. They were grey, and nothing special. The only other clothes he had on were these very soft and fuzzy socks that Cody was very happy to receive not too long ago. They were flamingo pink and Kevin Hart black, and ended right above his ankles. 

Cody was on his phone, browsing his Instagram account when he got a Snapchat from Paul. 

"Ah, finally." Cody said aloud to no one. Cody was worried that Paul was going to let their streak die. Cody opened it and it was a picture of Paul next to his computer, which was open on the home screen of the game the two play pretty often, League of Legends. Paul's eyebrows were raised and his hand was under the screen. The caption said 

"why aren't you on bitch?"

Cody laughed and replied with a selfie. His brown hair curled, like it were trying to attack itself but then realized it didn't have the power to do so half-way through, and his hazel eyes and full lips looked just as sweet as you'd expect. Cody put on a stinkface, which failed to make the handsome boy look anything other than handsome, with the caption

"that game stinks"

Cody sent the pretty selfie, then sat up. He looked over to his computer and jumped off his bed. He was about to go sit in his desk and sign into League, but then his door swung open with no care and was almost immediately followed with a thundering 

"CODY!"

Hollered out by Cody's self-absorbed younger brother, who was wearing fuzzy socks too. Stevie's socks were the same, but blue and yellow instead. Cody jumped slightly and rolled his eyes as he turned to Stevie. 

"For fuck sakes Stevie, fucking knock. Jesus..."

New Poll. Camp Hardwood

So, I've been thinking about Camp Hardwood for a bit, and I was unsure as to the direction it was taking, and how it would be received. And a combination of things has lead to me to putting this new poll out and the subsequent text beneath if you care to read it. If not, the poll is regarding Camp Hardwood. The poll asks if I should rewrite Camp Hardwood or not. The choices are

1) No, I like the direction it's taken!

2) Yes, I don't like the direction it's taken, I'd love a rewrite!

3) Whichever way, I just want more balls busted!

4) Other (Please Specify)

Note, if I do rewrite it, it will likely start up with Day One and move on from there in a new-ish, and likely lighter vein.

There will NOT be a new part of Camp Hardwood come February 7th. I'm unsure what I plan on doing regarding Camp, and feel it would be best to sit and ponder on the matter. However, I will make it up to you guys, I intend to put out more stories to compensate.