In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks...
I meet the Salesmen again: I get to Spankie's about 8:20, a little late. I had just driven from the Georgia mountains. Saw them sitting at a table along the back wall and joined them. Apologize for being late. They didnt mind sitting around having a cocktail watching the people. I had a drink with them then they wanted to go some where else. I figured we...
I was a little smug with Stanford Dane at that point; his comment on the arrogance of youth held true. I had assumed that what I knew that he didn't made all of the difference—that I was going to New York with Alec Cotton. That Alec Cotton was my sponsor lover now and would take care of me. And Dane didn't even know about Alec Cotton. But Dane did know about...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental, and no harm or slanderous intent is implied or intentional. Other than that the usual discla...
[Author's preface notes: The initiation and life of a male prostitute—a jinan—in the Floating World of the Beautiful Way in ancient China in the waning years of the Chu dynasty, 200 BC, was a sensual but cruel, often foreshortened, bitter-sweet existence. Floating World Bitten Peach weaves a complex, romantic, and all too often tragic tale of the interwoven...
Let me say right up front this did not involve children. Everyone involved is well over the age of 18. In fact everyone one involved is closer to the Social Security age than the voting age. ***** Years after my adventures with the man in the white work van I moved to another city. A friend of mine later asked me to help out with his problem. He was a man...
My name is Tom and this is my story, of my first visit to Amsterdam; it all started at our usual Friday night pub meet in the centre of Manchester. I always looked forward to it as the guys there treated me as an equal. The usual heated discussion had started. This time was what we would do if we could get away together for a weekend. I said; let's all go...
I felt a stabbing pain on the head of my cock. Steve was kneeling next to me ... flipping the head of my cock with his middle finger and thumb. "P...please" I whimpered. To my surprise, Steve smiled at me and stopped! "Time to rock and roll, slave" he was sinister, releasing the cuffs on my ankles. He led me upstairs, into the garage and to the back of th...
The platinum blond was groaning and making whimpering noises. Cosmo was fucking him slowly, treating him like he was precious crystal, and marveling at the unknown why that the young man was bringing out his sensitivities in this way. The Greek pimp had been so anxious to get inside the young man, Devin, a singer in the Abias Club of the Mazagan Casino, in E...
The plane was, Conner estimated, four hours out of Frankfurt when it started its descent. He couldn't be precise on the time, because they had taken away his wristwatch. In fact, in a men's room in the Frankfurt airport, they had taken all of his clothes away. He'd also been given an intrusive cavity search in a stall, while one of them, armed with a mop buc...