Male-perspective bisexual: Talented college tennis player Scott has worked the summer at the Dupont Country Club tennis club in Wilmington, Delaware, along with three tight-knit banker class couples dubbed the Gang of Six. Scott is working class; the Gang of Six are privileged, spoiled, and highly sexed. Scott sees his Labor Day Weekend invite to go to a river cottage with them as his step up. The gang has other ideas.
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?
When Matteo Romano, a straight Italian guy, convinces his best friend Adrian to pretend to be his boyfriend to keep his ex away, things get complicated fast. What starts as a harmless favor turns into late nights, lingering touches, and the kind of tension neither of them can keep pretending about.
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.
A Story in the BBW Appreciation Universe
Ah, college, the place where you get to try different identities, different pleasures, different partners... A tale of sexual combinations beyond one boy and one girl which keep growing and multiplying. If you don't dig the kind of sex people are having at any given moment, just keep reading, a different kind will come along. There's something for everyone here!
Ring of Seed: Campy & Playful Stories A quiet ecumenical synod. Five older priests arrive expecting doctrinal debate. They leave leaking. A young liaison with a clipboard turns the gathering into a week-long competition of who can: take the most; hold the longest; beg the loudest; leak the least. Blindfolds, guessing games, holy items as plugs, arses presented like competing portals. They pout, sabotage, crowning themselves “biggest slut” while the twink narrator owns them all. No redemption. No moral comfort.