Light-hearted conversations suggestive and not-so-suggestive about you-know-what (I blush). These provided relief from a more heavy-duty literary effort (that is, the biggie I've been working on for you). Take the group for what it is and enjoy the kinks. I'm smiling.
I had always been a curious teen. But my first cam experience with an older man unlocked a burning desire for hung older cocks which shocked me... ever since then I haven't looked back and I've been a true submissive bottom boy ever since.
When a particularly fetching youth - say on television or in a movie - catches my eye, "What if..." comes to mind and a story idea pops up like a light bulb turned on. These three tiny tales resulted from such titillations of mind. For you to imagine are the ages and appearances of their active characters - reader participation, you know.
Aiden grew up on the street. He's used to being cold, wet, dirty. He's used to having nothing, to barely surviving. To people on the street, the Lost Boys Emporium is a myth, a fantasy. Or at least it's a fantasy until one day Aiden is rescued by one of the Emporium's Collectors. Aiden's life is turned upside down in the very best ways possible.
There is something tantalizing about the initiation of a young virgin. This week, I hooked up with a Middle Eastern twink. Boy, did he love having a cock in his mouth! But he had never experienced the joy of having one up his boycunt. I was determined to make tonight the night when I made him cross to the other side.
What if? - letters from a student at a special school were not the usual? What if the school itself were different from others - and the students loved it for that reason? This whoop of a story is my answer to those questions. I submit it for consideration by those reading here as newcomers and for as many as the 6000 (and more) who have read one (or another) of my 100 other tales on Gaydemon.
Part 7. Carlos and Alex had fallen into a bit of a challenging period during their time together in Los Angeles and wanted some means to spice things up. They accomplish this with a new friend.
The next part in the History series, based on a true story. Brian and Christian spend the night at Mark’s. Did they leave the door open? Will their seduction plans work?
“I’m very interested in the position, Mr. Singh.” “Super! This interview has three parts, you’ve done excellent on the first, the verbal portion, we’ll see how you do on the second.” “What’s that?” “How well you suck my cock.”
Boy I’d Like to Fuck - as told from the boy’s point of view. Steve, Nick, Patrick/Mark populate this chapter. A little more of the backstory is revealed.
“I’ve had an idea for a movie for years, but I haven’t been able to find just the right bottom, until you came along! You look angelic. You’re fantastic! You have the right natural boy next door look, you’re a tremendous cocksucker and your facial expressions when getting fucked are majestic!”
Our School's English class enjoys a special reputation, thanks to my honed methods of inspiration. Things always had moved along smoothly until the arrival of a new transfer student. He threw me for several loops. In the end, where all the fine lads at Gomorrah Junior High get it, Earnest helped us achieve uncommon public success. Suggestion: Take your heart medication before reading.
A young man in reluctant thrall to his burgeoning sexuality. A best friend who doesn’t understand why he’s been pushed away. Two other young men (who may or may not be related) in the throes of a weird-but-friendly competition. A baseball card and a shell necklace and a reefer before the storm. A ruined shotgun shack. And, lastly, a patchwork quilt. What do these things have in common?
“Your father fucked us over. The best way we can get back at him is to gang fuck you. When he sees what we did, he’ll make things right, because he’ll know if he doesn’t, we’ll do it again to you. This isn’t personal, we got nothing against you. Now, suck my dick…”
“Maybe, you’re curious. There’s nothing wrong with that, we’re alone.” “What do you think I’m curious about?” “This,” I said pulling down my boxer briefs, my now hard eight-inch fat dick sprang forward, my meaty balls flopped down. “Oh, my god” he whispered. “You can play with it if you want to, bro.”