After his father died, Martin and his mom were both alone. Life slowly started to feel normal again, but Martin could see his mother was still lonely. He wanted to make her happy, to be there for her. But as time passed, he began to notice things—how beautiful she looked, how soft her voice was, and how her body moved. At first, he just wanted to help her feel loved again… but soon, he started to feel something more. Something he shouldn’t feel.
[FAIR WARNING: this is ALL tease... that's my thing. If that's not your thing, don't read it. Sorry. Thanks.] A brother and his younger sister find a way to entertain themselves under a blanket during a long drive with the grandparents and mom.
A thirty-five-year-old American extends his conference trip to New Delhi, India, to feed a fetish for fourteen-year-old Indian boys that a New York friend of his is encouraging him to pursue. He hooks up with a teenage taxi driver and tourist guide who helps him out with his hopeful plan.
The deflowering of the virginity to being mounted by men of a fourteen-year-old boy as beautiful as the Italian vineyard worker Paulo is so precious that, with care and lack of scruples, it can be sold more than once.
Lebanese-English fourteen-year-old boy, Amir, goes with his submissively gay father, Afram, on holiday in Turkish Cyprus in 1986. Amir wants to go the same way sexually as his father, but has not been taken there yet. His father hooks up with a hunky Danish UN contingent soldier, who also has the eye for Amir. A muscular Turkish fisherman sees Amir, though, and might just get there first. Amir doesn’t really care who is first as long as someone relieves him of the burden.