What could beat, in risk avoidance, if you have a fetish for fourteen-year-old boys, a scheme of arranging a hookup on Key West in the shore time of a Caribbean cruise port call—arranging a hookup on board, making the hookup after getting off the ship, and getting back on the ship and sailing away after humping the boy in a seedy motel? What possibly could spoil that?
A dishy and arrogant twenty-six-year-old tennis pro, Leo Cinelli, is playing the second round of men’s singles at the U.S. Tennis Open. He has a reputation for taking fourteen-year-old boys, which is the legal age in Italy. He’s not in Italy, but what the hell. Two fourteen-year-old ball boys, Craig and Danny, make a bet on whether Danny can and will go under Cinelli.
Same concept as the Line between fiction and reality, even some parts of the text are simply copied, but in this version no women are involved. Maybe I should warn that this will probably too tame for most of you.
An Asheville college professor fights with his discovered fetish for fourteen-year-old boys and retreats to a mountain cabin to contemplate the issue. There are boys in the mountains too, though.
Arthur's English tutor at Eton boys school on the Thames takes the fourteen-year-old boy out for a spin and a deflowering on the Thames river and uses poetry to get the boy's shorts off of him.
The Married Guy met me at the local pool and once we both realized what he wanted he came over to my place. Lets just say my arse was out of action for a few days after his first gay anal sex experience.