Life was tough in the scratch-earth mountain valleys of the Colorado Rockies in the years following the Civil War. They were unbearable when the father of a small family had died—and even more so when the wife is Lakota and the son a half-breed. But the fourteen-year-old son, Cigala—Little One—is beautiful and sexually desirable to men. Where there is such an opportunity, there is always a way.
Fourteen-year-old Ernst has the looks and voice of an angel in early nineteenth-century Austria. These attributes mark him inevitably to be the catamite of a rich sponsor. He is resolved to this, and is initiated by Baron Otto von Lauffen. When the boy’s voice changes, the baron transfers Ernst to an older boys’ choir and new voracious choir master. Ernst wants to be a painter, though, and meets one younger and more desirable than the baron or the choir master.
It's 1975, and an ace newspaper reporter is assigned to write about the newly liberated
gay life style. Circulation needs a boost, so the editor tells him to pull out all the stops on the story. But careful - he doesn't want to be sucked too far into his subject matter... or does he?
This is a sequel to An Interracial Encounter at the International Terminal. It's been a year and Carl runs into Chris again, this time in Los Angeles at a convention. This time... Chris has a friend with him. Things get wild.
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A Fan Fiction is a Virus Story Yu-Gi-Oh FanFiction. Seto/Joey/Atemu. Yaoi. When Seto takes an impromptu vacation he throws everyone's life into chaos. Includes some very non-standard pairings. Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of it's related. I am not making nor do I seek to make any financial gain from this. I just wrote a fanfic based on the sources mentioned. NOTE TO READERS: Chapter 1 is a bit slow for a reason. Give me until Chapter 3 before you condem this story. All is calm before the storm.
The second (in posting sequence) of my four best stories, in my never humble opinion. Shakespeare should've said, "First, let's fuck all the lawyers." You've probably never thought of lawyers as hardon making, but you've never met this arrogant, expensive, big-dicked defense lawyer, or the federal judge he pisses off.
What's a minister to do when he comes back to the house to get his wallet and overhears his younger son (Sam, 13) persuading his older son (Mac, 18) to suck him...and clearly not for the first time? Give them a hellfire and brimstone sermon? Or sneak up on them while stroking his own thick and leaking meat? What's a heavenly father to do?