Mike books a nearly empty red eye flight to San Diego to visit James, a guy he met online. He strikes up a conversation with a horny salesman seated in his row leading to an unexpected connection for both.
David's parents use the purse strings to force him into gay conversion therapy. Along the way, he discovers the underground railroad passage, meets Charlie, and ultimately finds self-acceptance.
Due to a cardiologist convention, our hotel was overbooked and my business associated and I ended up sleeping in the same bed rather than in separate rooms. Between the alcohol, a hot cocktail waitress, and an errant remote control, the night ended in a manner neither of us expected.
I spend four hours in Ken's high-tech dungeon down in Virginia while four guys massage me, skull fuck me, torture my balls, burn me with wax, fist me in the most hilariously sporting way possible, shock me with e-stim equipment, and mark the end of the day with the most gymnastic double penetration set up ever. All the while, my pre-cum won't stop, but Ken won't let me cum.
After flying cross country for a business trip, I book Ken to come to my hotel to massage away my coach-seat-induced aches and pains. And while the massage is a cum-filled fantasy of unprecedented proportions, the real prize is at a private gang bang in a dungeon in rural Virginia.
As Bryce and I head down to the beach to get set up for spring break, he bets me a blow job that he has a ten inch dick. Dismissing the bet, we start talking about sex, dick size, virginity, embarrassing sexual encounters, swallowing, the nature of relationships, porn, and eventually coming to terms with being gay. By the end of the night, somebody wins the bet.
I was cleaned out and ready for my date...that never showed up. But a ravenous bottom doesn't give up so easily. I hopped online and ended up having the most brutal fuck of my life with a man that was my perfect dream specimen.
After hurting myself at the gym, I went to see a massage therapist who ended up being more of a therapist than a masseur. The appointment was both a literal and figurative shock to my system, but turned out to be just what I needed to break out of my pent-up past.
I have a wild night of sex with my neighbor's younger brother who is a straight, blonde, furry, former Marine. In between rounds, he tells me about the double-penetration fourgies he had while he was in the Corps. However, the circumstances that bring us together are also tearing him apart, and the emotional aspects of the evening are as intense as the sex.