Fourteen-year-old Matthew Barden has done so well at the Junior Grand Prix annual U.S. National Figure Skating competitions in Nashville that he can see his way to enter the senior levels early if there’s a way to pay for it. His coach, Clifford Collins is more than a coach to him; he gives and takes everything with the boy, dominating him sexually. But he doesn’t take his boys to the senior level. What can Matthew do?
I'm not a fag. So why was I hard from that hand playing with my ass in the crowded elevator? And who hacked my email at work to ask if I'd had a hardon? He told me not to wear underwear the next day. Bullshit. I always wore briefs. But I didn't. And he played with me again. And now he says I have to go to a video arcade at lunch, and wait for his dick to come through the hole. Bullshit. I won't. Will I?
Fourteen-year-old Terrence Lionel, son of a Jamaica sugarcane plantation owner and slave trader in the late 1770s, is hot for men and gives himself to a big buck slave, is seen doing so by pirates, and then is captured and used by them as well. Terry doesn't mind.
Somewhere in rural Tennessee there is a derelict truck stop and gas station that has turned itself into a male brothel that delivers its goods in the guise of a candy shop. The most delectable sweets there are fourteen-year-old boys. Wanting his sexy and willing fourteen-year-old ward, Corey, to have the most memorable initiation possible, Jack, who, at a handsome twenty-five is welcome at the brothel as well, takes Corey to the Candy Shop for sweets.
I was inspired by the opening premise of Oliver Twist’s excellent “My double life as a whore,” where a surprise meeting in a hotel bar leads to many other things, to recount my own true story of my recent hotel bar adventure.