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 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 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.
What starts as a playful interaction between Jack, a successful interior designer from Singapore, and Sad, a Chinese model, turns into something very different. "Let me just show", fooled by his nice words and friendly demeanour, she mistakenly decides to trust him with her most intimate parts of her body.