A straight white 21-year-old Columbia University senior excitedly puts on his elf costume to attend SantaCon. It is an annual event where hordes of drunken young men and women wear seasonal outfits during a long pub crawl through Manhattan. Things go wrong.
23-year-old upper class New Yorker bottom Ira Siegel wasn’t racist, it was just that his preference for sexual and dating partners was white guys like himself. From across the bar, Ira noticed a striking buff Asian guy of about 30, dressed all in black; he was unusually handsome.
A recent straight male New York City college graduate accepts a fantastic job offer in a foreign country. He learns that there are different customs in other parts of the world during life-changing experiences.
22-year-old cute Jeremy Dixon was living the life of an A-List white Manhattan gay bottom. Mysteriously one night, a strange man shows up at his first-class condo apartment expecting sex from him, followed by another. What is going on?
A handsome straight male college freshman is abducted by an Eastern European human trafficking ring and forced into brutal sex work. After a year he is rescued, returns home to Ohio and rebuilds his life.
“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.”
“You talk smack and disrespect gays; you piece of shit! We’re going to destroy you and the whole world will know!” hissed Frank. “I’m sorry! Please! I’ll never do it again!” whimpered the handsome straight nude 24-year-old Logan, on his knees staring up at our four big hard dicks.
“Hey, want to take a break?” “Um, sure.” I reached my arm up, undid the rope and the curtain of the outdoor holiday market jewelry booth hit the ground. I learned from Frank to seize opportunities. This skinny cool looking 24-year-old had been checking me out. He had a wife, so he must be Bi.
We’d never thought about hooking up with someone so old. But he was a 42-year-old Oscar-winning movie star who was so into us, paid us and now we were in his hotel suite. He was horned to take on four hung 18-year-old studs. “Deeper! Fuck me deeper!” He howled in his familiar voice.
“Hors d'oeuvre, sir?” asked the cute young gay cater waiter wearing tight black pants and a white shirt holding a tray of shrimp things. “No thanks, do you provide other services to guests?” I said while tugging the bulge in my jeans packed with my thick eight hard cut inches. I was so horned up by everything, I needed a blowjob like right now.
“Pete, I’ve been thinking” the cute 18-year-old Alex told me one night after dinner. “I’m ready to take our relationship to the next level, I’m on PrEP.” “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes” he said blushing, “but not in the car.” “Of course not! That’s okay for blowing me. Your first time getting fucked should be special…”
“Reverend Fletcher, you’re always preaching about how wicked and unclean us gays are, well I’m going to turn your son into a sinner while you watch!” snarled Frank to the tied-up pastor. “Pete, give me the handcuffs, Charles Junior is about to feel the wrath of my cock…”
“This is Vinnie and this Eric” said Frank. I sat down with these high school senior badasses in the cafeteria. “We’re all in a club Pete, for guys like you and us who are hung at least eight inches. Membership has its privileges; we take who and whatever we want…”
“Your intuition was correct, Mrs. Jordan. Your husband is having an affair” said the 35-year-old handsome black-haired burly private investigator Paul Kelsey. “I’m assuming who he was cheating with is a surprise to you.” “That’s an understatement…”
“Look at your boy go!” laughed Nick as we watched Robert take his younger brother’s cock. “Timothy is such a stallion. He knocked up another girl! He’s an absolute beast. He’s come a long way…”
"Now that I feel that mouth on my dick, I'm sure! This is the pro my firm used to hire to relieve us during late nights. Oh yeah! I know this tight ass so well." A family gathering went off in other directions.
"What the fuck?!" yelled Robert when I called him. "Just like that?! Our revenue stream is gone?! I'll have to figure something out." Timothy had disappeared.
"None of us has shame. We can't afford shame, Anyway, all that's over. Tim's settled in at that factory and it's all's good." "I had tried to block that out. It was the most horrible thing I was responsible for."
"'Good boy!' He did some blow. 'Want some?' 'Yes sir, please.' He spread two lines on his fat dick that I had just been sucking on. I put my face down and snorted it off him. "Thank you, sir." I was buzzed and horned to take his prize tool up my ass."
"I sat at the kitchen table not believing what my shaking father was trying to explain to me. The only way out was for one of us kids to become a sex worker and work the debt off. I did what I was supposed to do and said yes." More from Timothy.