Waves of propulsive energy roll across the wide concrete floor of the Noise Factory, as high above the crowd manic magnetic DJs spin out one seductive dance tune after another, drawing to their feet an army of the young and beautiful who spin and grind and vibrate as if their lives depended on it. It is another Saturday night in one of the hottest clubs in L...
GAY-FOR-PAY Part 2 By Ford2020 Abel pulls his car into a spot in the wide parking lot, nearly empty at this time of day, and looks around as if expecting to see someone he knows here. He takes out his phone and thumbs through the column of numbers until he finds the one he wants. He pauses. Fidgets. Hesitates. Fiddles with the display. Adjusts it. And the...
I had never ever considered myself a gay man. I had never so much as even looked at another man until I had met Abel. In light of everything that has happened in the last few months, to start the story by telling you that I am not gay seems so preposterous, but I need to start at the beginning in order to make sense of how I ended up here. I need this to try...
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Thank you to everyone for reading, voting and/or commenting. You cannot know how grateful I am. Constructive criticism is welcome. Huge happy hippie hippo hugs to Klastbreath for emergency editing. As always I tinker, so for any mistakes I ask your forgiveness. My gratitude to nomoretears00 for always saving my bacon. AH you are the other set of eyes I ne...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
First Sergeant succumbs to horny corporal [A true story as told to me by a contributor. Names, places, etc. have been changed] Dedicated to LUCMAN85 The Wager At Ford Ord, California, in 1989 (five years before they closed "the most beautiful Army fort in the USA"), I sat in a Jeep drinking coffee from a Thermos with a gay soldier, one Private O'Connell....
Even though I am a little long in the tooth, my cock is in good shape. Not ten inches long, but it still fires like a NASA missile, with a few rare exceptions as when a missile explodes off target or veers off into outer space and is never seen again. No missile is perfect. Often, I feel a certain long and low pulsation back behind my sizable balls that mos...
How was I ever going to tell my parents that I was gay? This was a confrontation that I had been dreading for a long time, but how long could I put it off? If I didn't tell them, they were going to find out anyway for sure. I was a complete slut. I mean, really indiscreet. One time I got the mailman up to my bedroom, and he was just in the middle of fucking...
Thank you to everyone who took the time to vote and comment, constructive criticism is welcome. My continued gratitude to nomoretears00, I'm getting better, I will try to not wear out your shoulder! Thanks to Cari Z. Blackstallion21 is my talented editor. If there are any errors it's on me, I keep rewriting. This is a copyrighted work of fiction by th...