"Nice Shirt." "Thanks," Eddie Bocco answered. The man who had swung into position in front of him on the dance floor of Club Hercules was gorgeous. He was massive, muscular, and black—a black black even for Africa. Coal black. In contrast to Eddie, the man wasn't wearing a shirt at all. His torso was god-like and gleaming with a thin veneer of sweat in the...
This chapter didn't turn out like I thought it would... and I frankly don't know why. Maybe it was the fact that I recieved so much positive feedback for my last chapter... or because some of that feedback was from my two favorite authors (* because I was too STARSTRUCK to write *) Either way, I hope you enjoy it ---------------------------------- Alistai...
Create your very own Dream Boat!! Want them to be as young as yourself or older than you? No problem! Want them to be something _s t r a i g h t from your dirty fantasies? I got you!_ And maybe even start your own little family? Note* This is for the gayest of the gays, the sluttiest of the sluts! PLEASE SELECT YOUR ANSWER! DO YOU WANT YOUR CUSTOM DREAM BOA...
Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. It contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are under the age of 18...
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