All The Young Dudes Novels & Stories

They’re totally engrossed in their business tactical discussion. I sigh and walk away toward the bar, my father’s limitless credit card in hand. If I can’t have the attention of the one I want, I guess I can settle for idle amusement with the guys at the tiki bar. There’s a group of them, all probably in their early to mid-twenties. For some girls my age, this is the perfect group. Chiseled young guys with all their bravado and raging hormones and their constant elbowing to be top dog. Fighting with each other to get to me first. They all watch me walk up. They don’t even hide it. When you’re young and rich like the clientele here, you can get away with anything.

“Four girls pulling all-nighters to get their project finished? I think I watched a movie like that once.” “We have room,” Posey tells him. “But are you sure you don’t want to group up with your bros?” She nods toward a cluster of guys near the back of the room dressed the way he is: jeans, hoodies, ball caps. It’s like their uniform. Somebody spent a lot of money so they could look sloppy.

“Your uncle informed me that you were around.” Marcus wiped his hands on his jeans. "Yeah, just helping out." Mr. Halden went in and glanced round, then at Marcus. "Busy days lately, huh?" Marcus nodded. "You could say that." There was silence, no ominous thing, but thinking. “I noticed the announcement,” Mr. Halden said carelessly. "Ava and Mark. They’re getting engaged." Marcus experienced tightness in his chest, though he maintained a calm expression on his face. "Yeah. It’s happening fast."

And now, I’m finally ruined by the only daddies I’ve ever craved. ⚠️ EXTREME DARK TABOO FILTH ⚠️ Massive age gap, forbidden guardian reverse harem, four dominant alpha daddies (billionaire cage fighter, surgeon/ex-black-ops, firefighter, and biker president), rough bondage, whipping, choking, spanking, spit play, deep throat, multiple penetration, breeding talk, filthy degradation & praise, and total group sharing of the girl they’ve watched grow up. 100% consensual. 0% gentle. Strictly 18+.

Steely resolve was called for. 'We didn’t have intimate discourse, because the idiot hadn’t bothered to get some condoms before soliciting my favours. You may or may not know or realise Vera that villagers in villages with no entertainment value, have to make their own. In Lower Butts, we screw. Young people, old people, everyone is at it. So, if one person gets an STD, we’ll all have it, unless someone breaks the chain. I do that. I’m like the rest of the village except, no condom or no recent STD clinic visit - no sex.'

Uncle gave reason cupping my breasts squeezing them, and sliding himself slowly inside me. “OK and what are you doing,” Dad asked. “I am having…” Before Uncle can complete, Dad cut him off” Beer, Really Harrison you should find some pussy for you and drill hole buddy”. My eyes widen looking at Uncle who had a smirk on his face. I never heard Dad talking like this “Charles, I am happy with my arrangements”. “Harrison you must have forgotten the erotic sound of nipples sucking and coming in the warm hole, it's bliss” Dad was saying, like he was in his happiest moment.

Far offshore, a few idiots cut dark silhouettes against the moon, riding glowing green boards across the backs of black waves as if the rules were for other towns. A cool breeze combed the dunes and rolled the bonfire smoke sideways. The party sound from the school up the hill drifted down in gauzy thumps—tinny bass, an MC who thought shouting counted as charisma. Around the fire, Year Twelve huddled like a small tribe at the edge of the world: Nick, Rachel, Tony, Prue, Tina, Bob, Jasmine, Con, Toni, Nathan. Beers sweated in sand. The girls passed a cheap bottle of red; a joint pinwheeled through the inner circle, glowing like a firefly on every second inhale.

It's the BILLIONAIRE BACHELORS; Raymond Locason, Daniel Christopher, Micheal Jonathan, Lucas Santiago, Leon Delson, Steve Reign, James Mysterio. That's the nickname people gave them. I really do not know how they come up with such a name but from what we heard, they all have been friends since childhood and they also went through a lot of hardship together before they make it this big. Everyone in this country and even across the country knows who they're. Rich and famous. They are the youngest bachelor in town. Every single lady in this country wants to end up with at least one of them but I don't think that's ever going to happen. Why?

"What's wrong with him?!" I just put Kiel out of my mind and walked over to the couch and sat there. I picked up a magazine on the glass table in front of me. "Ten young, hot and handsome bachelors of the year". I barely read the cover page of the magazine. I opened the magazine. But no faces were shown. How come they said they were young and handsome and they didn't show their faces?! All men featured are faceless. They all turned their backs while topless.

Indeed a pathetic sight of a little wannabe gangster gang with males over 40 thinking they were still the cool gang. Dirty jeans with a washed-out look and some holes. T-shirts and or an old, well-used leather jacket. They would have represented all teenagers’ worst nightmare, the « dads that think their cool» gang from the early 80s. But they walked with confidence; they knew no one would ever touch them; they owned this place; they held these people. Something here was not right.