(gay prostitution, age difference, gay interracial, tough times, street rent-boys, car sex, fake cops, gay anal, rough gay sex, historical) [There is no under-18 sex activity in this story.] Jimmy grimaced and let out a gasp as the cock bulb breached his sphincter and the rest of the cock followed it up into his channel. He looked over at the wad of bills—...
The name on the awning of the taverna struck me and brought up memories so rapidly and fully that I wasn't completely aware of the guitar music wafting up in my brain. If I had been I wouldn't have climbed the two terrazzo steps to the terrace level of the Tree of Idleness restaurant and sat at a table under a spreading olive tree. Even then, though, I knew...
Everybody, male and female alike, on seeing Cortland Decker Crawford, couldn't help but stare at him. He could have been the poster boy for: hair styling, haberdashery, beauty and physical fitness products. He'd just turned eighteen and was breathtakingly handsome. Cortland Decker Crawford could also have been chosen for: turd.url, boor.url, spoiledbrat.ur...
After his narrow escape from the pounding questions by the German police about Bruno Meister's death by way of accepting a pounding of his ass by Roman the Magnificent on stage at Hephaestion, Folsom meekly followed Roman into his cabin through the door under the stairs in the sex club. The cabin was the same size as Folsom's was and had the same two pull-do...
Proper summary cuz the character limit on here is just a tad stifling: Roy Winters is the cashier of Miss Ivy's Botany and has a thing for some of Miss Ivy's regulars. When one of them catches him staring, Roy gets exactly what he's been wanting for awhile. It was early morning in the downtown area of Silverstream where an unassuming plant shop sat just off...
My name is Sam. I am a 36 year old male living in a small town in Arizona. To say that I am a musclebear is a pretty accurate description. At 6'4" and 300 lbs of fat and muscle, and on top of my bulging pecs and a hefty round gut, most people wouldn't dare to mess with me. I go to the gym religiously three times a week for nearly 10 years now. Although there...
Hoagie kept me close. I had a windowless room in the basement of the inn, across from the room Hoagie kept for himself down the corridor off the wings of the small stage in the club room. Hoagie's room—and mine—were beyond the six small cells, three to a side, off the corridor. The room was fine with me—it was no worse, and better in most respects—than the...
Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Jake. Having just celebrated my 18th birthday, my family decided to throw a grandiose party. While I was not keen on the idea of a celebration, I was happy that I would be in the company of some good friends. My parents were well off and loved me very much. I was an only child and as such I needed to be loved by ever...
Sue's 1962 red Impala convertible had a pillow in the backseat, which Eddie Perry found quite convenient to place under her lower back so she could comfortably recline in the back corner of the seat behind the driver's position. She was maneuvered so that she could spread and bend her legs to enable him, naked, to take most of his weight on his knees, betwee...
"You'd get half of the bid, plus you'd get to keep the clothes." I didn't know that I was all that wild about being auctioned off, but I had to admit that I liked—no, I loved—Zhao Zeng's clothes. That was what had attracted me to him in the first place. His black satin shirt and trousers were cut so well—and so provocatively—on him that I could hardly keep...