CHAPTER 3: “Mr. Giancolo” – My son’s little faggot hole --- It’s the summer of 1990 and Rickie (18) and his best friend Junior (18) have been secretly fucking to Junior’s dad, Mr. Giancolo’s, porn videos. When Junior’s dad finds out, he doesn’t mind… Giancolo men were made for fucking pussy, faggot or otherwise... and it's Dad's turn next.
A young man seeks his first experience with gay intimacy, but instead experiences anonymous degredation under a rimming chair. Will this affect what he ultimately desires...?
After Tristan’s encounter with Vincent, Tristan is trying to get over it when after a few days he encounters someone else who wants to help him. Will Tristan be able to submit to what his body wants?
Back in Montreal, Marc feels a spark of desire. Meeting Stephen, a bold stranger, fans the flames. From stolen locker room glances to a hot, intense night, they dive into raw passion, exploring each other in vivid, unfiltered detail.
Dive into a twisted night where Ric's dread of the dark morphs into raw, ass-licking lust with his hung teacher Kevin, escalating from stairwell sucks to relentless pounding that leaves 'em drenched in sweat and sin.
In my heart, I (John) relinquish ownership of my ass: It's no longer my ass, it's Eric's pussy.
And, after spending the night in Eric's arms, I also realize that I have fallen in love.
A shy, anxious contractor and a hot homeowner who desires him navigate awkwardness and vulnerability, leading to an unexpectedly tender and passionate night together. By morning, both men find comfort and hope in their connection, daring to believe something real might be beginning.
Max is Mr. Jenkins new pupil in need of a tutor for writing. Max is already a writer but not for traditional stories. Max has a secret. He loves writing about briefs.
After a recent breakup threw a wrench in his plans, Drew ends up crashing with his old friend Marcus - and Marcus's new boyfriend - for a destination wedding.
Archer stepped into view, stark naked, his sculpted body a vision of raw power, muscles gleaming in the dim light like polished bronze. His eight-inch cock stood proud, bobbing slightly, a beacon of heat that drew Jack’s gaze like a moth to flame.
After completing my freshman year at college I moved to the country to help my uncle run his Christmas tree farm. Uncle Sam lost his wife two years ago due to a car accident. That summer I learned a great deal about my sexuality and had a great teacher.
Cocksucker has got a real reputation at the adult all-male College where he's the groundsman. He gets visits from horny freshmen who need some relief from the academic year.