Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 00:13:25 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Under the Cherry Tree Chapter 1

			   UNDER THE CHERRY TREE
				    By
		  Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  The characters and situations are
purely imaginary.  Any resemblence to any living persion is coincidental.
This story is primarily a romance but does contain some scenes of explicit
sex, primarily homosexual but not exclusively.


Author's note: I recently posted a multi-part story to Nifty entitled
Dionysius about a sex club at a private university in the Southern US.
More than a decade ago, I started this story and never quite completed it,
although got about 80% done.  However, I then came up with an idea about a
college sex club or sex fraternity. Because I was lazy, I didn't want to
come up with new characters and a new universe, so I just recycled this
story into that one.  That ended up being a quite different story but, if
you read both, some elements are clearly evident.  This story is primarily
a romance but there is graphic sex in it (although it does take a while).
The setting is roughly 2005.


Complaints, comments, compliments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com


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				    ONE

	My body betrayed me.  My last night at home, my body betrayed me
again.  I woke up with an erection, which is normal, but sticky, slimy and
wet.  A wet dream.  I could even remember the broad outlines of it. A boy I
knew from school having sex with a girl and I was there with him, touching
and sucking him, tending to his sexual needs.  The girl was just a generic
girl.  She was not the focus of my lust.  He was.  As much as I didn't want
that to be the case, it was.  I am frustrated because I have such limited
options.  I understand the biology: storage space is limited.  The old has
to make way for the new.  But it is to masturbate, with nasty and
unspeakable fantasies and guilt, or wet dreams, where my subconscious mind
gives voice to my true desires.  Anything else is ...I can't even admit it
out loud, not right now.  It isn't the girl that mattered in the
dream. I'll say that.

	The night before I started at Willingham, I stayed with my parents
at the Hilton Garden Inn right next to campus.  It's at least a 3 hour trip
from where we live in Colquitt to Macon, so we came the afternoon before
moving in day, which is supposed to start at 9 am on the dot.  My parents
where more anxious and keyed up that I thought that they would be.  Daddy
wanted to be sure that we were there right on time and he and Momma fretted
about the timing of our leaving.  I guess I should have tried to look at
things from their point of view but I was so fixated on myself that I
couldn't do that.  I didn't realize that my parents were as emotional about
the move as I was.  For me, it was the anxiety of the new, fear of not
fitting in and anticipation of a new phase of life, a new independence.
For them, I think it was pride and sadness.  Mama had done a year's
secretarial course at a technical school but neither of them had gone to
college.  Really, no one in my family had, unless you count an aunt who got
an associate's degree in Nursing. So they were proud that their youngest
child and only son was not only going off to college but a pretty good
private one.  On the other hand, I was the baby of the family and Mama in
particular was a little teary about it.

	The thing I remember most about that evening was Daddy taking me
for a walk across the street that separated the hotel from the athletic
fields.  We sat on the knoll looking at the baseball field and the
intramural fields beyond and talked.  He talked about baseball, which he
had played some as a kid and still loved.  Willingham has a team, of
course, and my roommate for the coming year, Robbie, had a baseball
scholarship.  We had gone to high school together and were friendly but not
best buds.  Since we were the only two from our high school going here and
we got along, it was natural that we would room together.  It took my dad a
little while to get to the point of our chat but he did eventually.  It was
a father-son chat, passing along hard won life experiences.  The two that
he wanted me to know was that there was not going to be anything happening
in a bar after midnight that I needed to be a part of and that 15 minutes
of fun can get you in more trouble than you can get out of in a lifetime.
The last bit, I assumed, was about sex.  As it happened, I had never been
in a bar before and had never had sex.  I had not really thought in those
terms exactly when I thought about going to college but I suppose that both
where likely to happen at some point. It may even be that to be truly
educated that one probably ought to have spent a little time in a café
and ought not to be a virgin.  I didn't say that, of course.  I was pretty
sure that Daddy expected me to try both out but he had no idea what one
would entail.  To be blunt, I can tell you that the last 2 people on earth
that I wanted to talk to about my sexuality would be my parents.  It would
be gross, of course, but we would rapidly go down roads that I would prefer
that we not go down.

	The thing about Mama is that she is the kind that if you leave her
and come back 15 minutes later, she has made a new friend and knows all
about them.  She's not all that extroverted particularly, it's just a gift.
When we got back from our man-to-man talk, which I think probably
embarrassed Daddy almost as much as it did me, she had made some friends.
The kid was an incoming freshman just like me, and actually scheduled to be
on my same hall.  His name was Carter.  The father was a Baptist preacher
from Vidalia.  My mom, a lifelong Baptist, had just found my new best
friend.  In her view, he was perfect, having surrendered his life to full
time Christian Service.  I thought the father was a pompous bore, the
mother quiet and mousy and Carter probably not my cup of tea. He was quiet
but in a smug sort of way.  On the other hand, I cut the kid a break since
it was obvious that his Dad was the domineering kind so he may not be
making the best impression.

	There were more than a few kids staying there waiting for the
residence halls to open and we all went down to breakfast at about the same
time and pulled out for the drive to the dorm only a few tenths of a mile
away at the same time.  It took nearly 30 minutes to get there, bumper to
bumper. We were in the good truck - a 3 year F 150- but I was bit
embarassed because there were a lot of really expensive cars: Mercedes,
BMW, Audi and the like.  We were directed into a parking lot next my dorm,
Reade Hall, which was a 4 story red brick building just off the main Quad
facing the Co-op that looked like it came out of the early part of the
twentieth century.  But it was going to be my home for the next year and I
was excited to be there.  The fact that there was a small parking lot right
there in the back between Reade and Stegeman Hall, which is a big red brick
mound housing sophomores, was a plus for unloading my stuff.  We checked in
and got the keys and starting lugging stuff up the stairs to room 220.

	"It's so small" my mom cried as I opened the door.

	And it was.  I could tell that some of my stuff was going back to
Colquitt and I had tried to be conservative in my packing.

	"Yeah, but the microwave is staying" I answered.  The microwave was
my contribution and the small refrigerator was Robbie's.  Those were
essential I figured.

	The room was small. There were bunk beds and two tall wooden
armoires, two small dressers and two desks and chairs.  It wasn't as sparse
as a jail cell, more like a monk's cell in a monastery.  Robbie called the
top bunk quickly like a child.  I let him have it without complaint.  I
didn't want to have to climb every time I wanted to sleep.  Robbie and I
had to negotiate the issue of what stays and what goes as he had
over-packed too.  After a while, we had the tiny closet as decked out as we
could with Robbie holding off on putting his posters of scantily clad girls
on the walls until our Mother's had left.  It turned out that Carter, the
kid from the night before, was living across the hall in room 219.  With
everything done and nothing to do until the welcoming lunch, he and his
family drifted over into our room.  His roommate hadn't shown up yet.  We
were about to leave and take a quick tour of the campus when this kid with
a duffel bag appeared outside Carter's room.  He was wearing dusty, frayed
khaki's, flip flops, a T shirt that read "Watson 349"and aviator
sunglasses.  The kid had sunburned fair skin, windblown blond hair and
chapped lips.  He looked down at the packet they give you when you check in
and then just shrugged. He tossed the duffel carelessly in the room and
turned around.

	Seeing us, he stopped.  "Any of you know a Carter Glassman?"

	Carter stepped up.  "Hi, I'm Carter."

	"Xander Crowe.  You got the bottom bunk?" he said, sniffling. He
seemed wired to me, like a coiled spring.

	"Yeah, unless you want to change.  It's not a problem if you do"
Carter stammered.

	To me, they looked like the odd couple.  Xander was lean and
athletic looking.  Carter was kind of doughy. Neither of them looked bad
though.

	"You were here first.  So you got seniority" Xander shrugged.

	Carter's dad stepped up to introduce himself, pointedly identifying
himself as Reverend Glassman.  Xander seemed pretty uninterested.  Then two
other guys burst through the door from the stairwell carrying duffel bags
and miscellaneous stuff.  Unlike Xander, who was fairly tall and blonde
with freckles, these two guys were dark haired, fairly short and muscular.
Like Xander, they were dusty and looked road worn.

	"So where do you want this shit?"  the lead guy, who looked
younger, asked loudly.

	"Cass, Dex," Xander said, pointing toward Carter. "My roommate
Carter.  And two guys who probably live in this room across the hall."

	"I'm Dylan.  This is Robbie" I said.

	"And assorted parents" Xander added a half second late.  He sucked
in some snot again.  I figured it was a summer cold.

	"Hey" the younger guy, Cass greeted us.  "So, shit where?"

	Xander nodded in the direction of the room.  They threw the onto
the bed and Dex came out bearing three lacrosse sticks.  "Do you really
need three of these?"

	Xander took them from him.  "Attack, defense, long stick middle.
I'm versatile."

	Dex grinned.  "Yeah, I heard that about you."

	He sent his friends out for the rest of his stuff.  I stood at the
doorway with Robbie also hanging around as Carter and his parents went into
the room.  Xander was unpacking a duffel that seemed to have a lot of
camping stuff: goggles, dust mask, a compass, flashlight, and a first aid
kit.

	"We're kind of wired.  It was Reno to here in 46 hours," he said
with a little shrug.  "That's pretty much non-stop except for gas stops,
coffee and pee breaks.  And the occasional speeding ticket."

	"You're from Nevada?"  Carter's mom asked, looking quizzically at
her husband.  It was practically the first thing I heard her say.

	"No, I'm from Atlanta."

	When it became clear that nobody was going to ask him why you would
go from Atlanta to Macon by way of Nevada, I asked what part of Atlanta he
was from.

	"The shi...crappy part.  You know Virginia-Highlands?"

	"No" I admitted.  Colquitt is practically on the Florida border and
I had only been to Atlanta a few times.

	"Well, kind of there but not" He moved onto another duffel and was
pulling out clothes, all really dusty.  He smelled a couple of shirts to
confirm that they were too dirty to wear before giving up and just piling
them all back into the duffel.

	"Where'd you go to high school?"  Robbie asked.  He had played
baseball games in and against Atlanta schools.

	"Lovett, then Galloway, then Westminster, finally North
Atlanta. They don't throw you out of public school."

	"You play lacrosse?"  Robbie asked.

	"Yeah" Xander answered while sorting through some clothes that he
was pulling from a duffel.

	"Yeah, I'm a baseball player, pitcher.  Full ride."  You could
almost see him pulling himself up with pride.  "So, you any good?"

	"Yeah"

	Robbie rubbed his chin.  "Isn't it kind of gay? Lacrosse, I mean. "

	Xander stopped what he was doing and turned to look at him.  He
started to say something and then caught himself.  Smiling just a little
and running his finger under his nostrils, he said, "If by `gay' you mean
`not boring like baseball', then, yeah, lacrosse is pretty gay."

	Robbie nodded, "yeah, I thought so."

	His friends came back bearing a couple of boxes, what looked like
an easel and a clutch of posters in cheap frames.  I couldn't really see
what they were.  I could see an annoyed look on Carter's dad's face and
could see that Carter looked a little out of sorts too.

	"So, you boys attend Willingham, too?"  Carter's dad asked.  The
tone was friendly, if condescending, but his body language wasn't.  He had
his arms crossed tightly and feet well apart.

	"Yep" the younger one, Cass, said handing the posters to Xander.
"I'm a sophomore and Dex is ...in his fourth year."

	"Yeah, I'm taking a semester off" Dex said

	"The Dub insisted" Xander said, looking up and smiling.  "sort out
his priorities."

	"And what do you study?"

	"Chemistry and biology mostly," I couldn't see his face when he
said it but his tone was something like kiss my butt.

	My mom had angled in to see the show.  The topic of studying
science pushed some sort of maternal pride button. I could predict what was
coming even though I couldn't stop it.  "Oh, well Dylan is going to be a
Chemistry major.  He's pre-med.  He's got an academic scholarship."

	Dex looked over my way.  "Cool," he said as I wilted with shame.
"So, bro.  We're gonna jet.  Have fun living in the dorm."

	Xander scanned the crowd, weighed heavily toward parents and
decided that the time had come to move his jeep.  Carter's parents didn't
stop him.  He went down the hall with his friends and you could hear
laughter as they entered the stairwell followed shortly by Xander telling
them to shut the fuck up.  You could hear it fairly clearly and Carter's
dad definitely did.  You could tell by the look on his face.  That was when
my dad suggested that we take that walk around the campus before heading
over to the University Center for lunch.

	Willingham's campus is famously pretty – maybe not nationally
famous but in the state.  Lots of trees, shrubbery, flowers.  The buildings
are almost all red brick Georgian or faux Gothic (except strangely Hardeman
Hall, home to the Art School, which is Greek revival) and the whole effect
is to look exactly like what a college should look like.  I think that as
much as anything is what impressed my parents.  They knew in a vague sort
of way that it was a good school and selective without really knowing what
that meant.  But seeing the campus, they were convinced that this was a
good school because it seemed to have class.

	I wasn't really sure if meeting my fellow freshman Xander had
changed that opinion or not.  He certainly wasn't what they would have been
expecting in a young scholar at a University with a "Baptist Heritage".  It
definitely wasn't what Rev Glassman was expecting for his son, the budding
young minister, to have to room with. As he crossed the street to the
Student Center, he was busy telling Carter that he was going to change
roommates and to talk to whoever he needed to.  In fact, he would go right
then and there, all the way up to the President of the University.

	"Well, those boys can't be all that bad.  The one is studying
science, just like you.  Maybe he's pre-med too," my mom declared.

	I didn't have the heart to tell her that by chemistry and biology,
Cass probably meant partying and girls.  Instead Rev. Glassman spun around
and told her in no uncertain terms that boy was not on the road to being
doctor.  All three of them are hellions, he decided.  I didn't think that
it was so bad.  The fact that he was cute did make a difference though.  I
liked the sandy blond hair, the freckles sprinkled across his nose and his
tight body.  Then, with a shudder, I forced myself not to think that way.
It's wrong, I reminded myself.

	We walked along the sidewalk past Truett Hall, the dorm next to
ours, which is new but blended perfectly with the older dorms on either
side and then past Wilder Hall, which like Reade is older, before crossing
the street.  The University Center is brand new and large, with a food
court, multiple gyms, film room, basically all the amenities of college
life.  Even the smell of the building was new.  The paint glistened and
everything was shiny.  We moved into a large multipurpose room and had a
boxed lunch while various people, including the President, gave short
welcoming speeches. It was all very dull but my parents ate it up.  It was
a big day for them too, I guess, and they felt important.  Afterwards, the
parents stayed behind to hear more talks, this time about money and campus
safety mostly, while we went about finishing the remaining odds and ends of
becoming a student, the parts that hadn't been done at orientation weekend
a few weeks before.  Our registration for classes had to be confirmed and
we needed our all purpose student ID's, called BearCards.  Then there was
the business about meal plans.  All in all, it took several hours.

	Finally it was done.  I met up with my parents and we walked back
to the truck so they could leave and I could stay.  We didn't really talk
then, didn't say anything really, each of us lost in our own thoughts.  You
could see in the parking lot a hundred or more kids having pretty much the
same goodbye with their parents. We stood there silently for a second as my
mama fought back tears.  She took my hands in hers.

	"You remember who you are now.  Don't you go crazy.  You were
raised right, you hear?"

	"I will, Mama"

	She rubbed her eyes fruitlessly.  "I love you so much Dylan.
You're my pride and joy.  You'll always be my precious baby.  And I am so
proud of you.  If you ever get low and think that nobody in the world loves
you or cares about you, you just stop yourself and know that your mama
loves you.  More than anything in the world."

	"I know, Mama.  I love you too."  I was trying hard not to cry,
too.

	Daddy walked around to the passenger side where we were.  "Okay,
Mama.  It's time to go, now.  Never been a bird that didn't need to fly
sooner or later."

	He stuck his hand and I shook it.  Then she gathered my up in his
arms and gave one last, hard, long hug.  It was the last hug of childhood
and I let a tear or two fall.

	Weeping, she said "now you call us, you hear?" as Daddy helped her
in the truck.

	Closing the door as she broke down, he turned to me and shook my
hand again.  "You study hard and make us proud now, son."

	"I will, Daddy.  Thank you."

	He jerked his thumb toward her.  "She'll be all right directly.
We'll stop at the Dairy Queen and get a malted milk."  Then he too hugged
me, a sign of how emotional he was.

	I was all ready homesick as I headed back to the dorm.  I was
thinking that I had made a big mistake and should probably just go home
with them to think this all through.  But pride and fear of letting them
down powered my steps back to my new life.  When I got there, Robbie had
just gotten back from saying goodbye too.  He wanted to know if my mama had
cried.  I told him that it wasn't too bad.  His mom had really turned on
the waterworks.  I've always heard about Jewish mothers but I think they
can't hold a candle to Southern mamas.  Mamas and their boys is a special
bond in the South.

	We had to wake Xander up for the mandatory hall meeting.  He was
still rubbing his eyes and yawning while our RA, Chip, welcomed us to 2
Reade.  He had to tell us about the policy for lock-outs, courtesy hours,
dead days, and all the other housekeeping stuff of dorm life.  There were
32 freshman boys lined up in the hall way and it was kind of boisterous but
fortunately he didn't keep us long.  We headed back to our room and
congratulated each other on finally being college guys before realizing
that it was still early and we had nothing to do.  So we just kind of
drifted over to Carter's room.  Carter was sitting on his bed looking at
Xander sitting in his desk chair taking dirty clothes from one duffel and
pushing them into another.  He had a bottle of vinegar on the desk and the
room smelled like vinegar.

	"What is that smell?"  Robbie asked.

	"Vinegar.  Had to clean my stuff.  The dust is alkaline so it'll
ruin stuff.  You have to clean it as soon as possible with vinegar.  I'm
going to have to wash the clothes with vinegar too," Xander explained as he
continued to shove clothes.  Then he pulled out a large box of condoms,
labeled two dozen, and pulled out a string of about 8.  "Looks like I got
the leftover condoms.  You guys need any?"

	"I don't" Carter said, crossing his legs.

	"Sure, what size?" Robbie asked.

	"If they fit me, they'll fit you stud," Xander said, tearing off
three and flinging them toward Robbie.

	"Why not?" I said.  He flung three in my direction.

	"You only need two?"  Robbie teased Xander.

	Xander held up another unopened box of 6.  "I should be good until
the weekend. Okay, time to wash."  He reached into his pocket and pulled
out two crumpled dollars and small bit of silver.  Pulling out his wallet,
it was empty except for a folded up yellow piece of paper.  "Well, that
sucks."

	"We probably got some change, if you need it," I offered, pulling
out what I had. Robbie did the same and handed it to him.  Carter didn't
offer. It still probably wasn't enough and I was on the verge of
challenging Carter to help out his roommate when a girl, dressed in shorts
and pretty tight T shirt, holding a tin, knocked on the door.  I could see
from Robbie's face that he was interested.

	"Xander?"  She asked, brushing back her medium length blond hair.

	"Ash" he cried, jumping up from his seat.  "Just the person I
need."

	"I brought you brownies.  A dorm warming present," she said,
kissing him on the cheek.

	"The fun kind or the regular kind?"

	"Regular.  Homemade."

	He opened the tin and took one out, shoving it in his mouth.  "It's
great.  I slept through dinner," he said, handing the tin to me.  "You made
them yourself?"

	"It's a mix," she admitted, leaning back against the wall.  Robbie
took a peak at her tight butt.

	"Still, you mixed it yourself. Oh, guys.  This is my friend,
Ashley.  Ashley this is Robbie and Dylan.  They live across the hall.  And
Carter. He lives here."

	"I don't know if I should feel sorry for you or jealous.  You'll
have a great time, if you don't wind up dead or in jail," she said,
laughing.  "I tried to call Cass but it went straight to voicemail. "

	Xander shrugged and grabbed the tin from Robbie, getting another
brownie.  "He probably crashed.  We pretty much drove straight through."

	"Did you have fun?"

	"Shit yeah.  Cass and Dex fought at the Thunderdome and Dex kicked
his ass.  He had to live down losing to his fag brother all week."

	"And how many speeding tickets?"

	"All of us.  I personally owe the state of Missouri $140."  Then he
laughed.  "We got pulled over in Wyoming.  Cass was driving and he started
to freak when he saw the cop, before he even did his lights. YOu know Cass.
When he did fire them off, Cass really freaked.  So, we're all telling him
to just play it cool and pull the fuck over. Don't say more than you have
to.  So the cop comes to the window and the boy genius starts yammering on
about how we just left Burning Man and trying to get to school and shit.
So, the cop wants us to get out so he can search the car.  He's like, how
do you know you don't have drugs?  So, we told him that we didn't have any
because we had all ready used up what we had."

	Carter sat up straight.  "That wasn't true, was it?"

	"Of course not.  So the cop laughs and lets us go.  Didn't even
give us a ticket.  Hey, by the way, do you have any money?  I need to do
some laundry and I'm broke."

	Ashley pushed back her blond hair and licked her lips slightly.
"If you're broke, how are you going to pay your ticket?"

	Xander shrugged.  "Could always sell my ass.  Somebody'll be
willing to pay."

	She dug in her purse, smiling and eying him.  "I have $4.50.  What
would that buy me?"

	He held out his hand and she dropped the money in it.  "For you,
just about anything.  Come on, you can laugh at how bad I am at doing
laundry," he said, grabbing his duffel.  He put a condom in his pocket.
"Be back in a while."

	He waited for them to get down the hall before Robbie commented on
how nice her ass was.  "So what's Burning Man anyway." he asked

	Carter sat up.  "It's a festival in the desert of pagans, witches,
devil worshippers and hippies.  They spend a week there doing drugs and
having orgies."

	"I think it's more like a counterculture arts festival.  I mean, I
think there are drugs and sex and stuff too but I don't think that's the
whole point," I said.

	We argued a bit about it but the truth is that I only knew a little
more than he did.  Robbie had lost interest in that, though.

	"Think he's fucking her?  I'll bet you five dollars he isn't.  I
bet he's actually gay and she's his best gal pal.  Him and that one guy,
the one he said was a fag, they're doing it.  Betcha."

	"How are you going to find out?" Carter shot back, annoyed.

	"Just go over and check.  Wanna bet?"

	"Sure, why not. I bet he is having sex with her."  I could tell
that Robbie really wanted to go find out and nothing was going to shut him
up.  To be honest, either scenario seemed possible to me.  He might be
straight and having sex with her or like Robbie said.  Being completely
honest with myself, I was hoping that Robbie was right.

	"I don't like him," Carter said.  "He's rude and inconsiderate.
And he's foul.  I wouldn't be surprised if he isn't rutting like some
animal."

	"He's not all that bad.  He's different, that's for sure.  Nothing
like anybody back in Colquitt but that's what you come to college for.  New
experiences, new people, new ways of looking at things."

	"That's where I don't agree.  I came to college to get a degree and
go to seminary.  I believe there's right and wrong, good and evil.  The way
I look at things, the way I was taught and the Bible says to look at
things, is not subject to change."

	"Okay."  I said.  There wasn't anything more to say.  It wasn't
what I wanted my college experience to be.  I wanted to see more and do
more than what I could have otherwise.

	"well, I'm gonna go find out" Robbie said

	I wanted to go with him.  I did. But I didn't either.  The smart
move would be to stay there and become friends with Carter.  I thought
about it for a second.  "Hey, wait up" I said.

	Reade didn't have a laundry room.  As Chip explained, you used
either Truett or Stegemen, either one just next door.  Out one door, Truett
was quicker, just a few feet and inside and around.  Out the other door,
Stegemen was but was a little further away.  He had been heading in the
direction of Truett. OUr cards got us in, to the male dorms at least. In
through the lobby. The laundry room was straight ahead.

	You could hear the noise.  Two bodies coming together.  The girl
with choked off whimpering groans and the male voice with soft grunts.  He
was having sex with her. Robbie slid the door open and peeked in.  He
pulled back and smiled. I looked.  I could see her on the folding table,
her dress up and legs apart. He had his butt toward me and I could see
every muscle tighten with each stroke in her.

	Robbie tapped me and jerked his head back toward the dorm.  We
left.  He paid me the five bucks.

	Later that night, we settled in to bed, our first night in the
dorm.  I couldn't sleep, not at first.  I had that mental image in my head,
Xander's butt as he did his thing with that girl.  I could only imagine his
penis, erect and going in her.  THat image was plaguing me.  When I heard
Robbie beginning to breathe heavy, I slowly pushed down my shorts and took
my own hard penis in hand and gently began to stroke it. I moved my hand up
and down the shaft until I was sticky and spent and relieved.  I thought of
him the whole time.




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former stepfather and their friends. Posted in Gay/Incest as of September
5, 2016


RAINBOW CABARET - a 16 year old boy and his 43 year old lover prowl a
notorious Tampa bathhouse and he finds a startling new lover.  Posted in
Gay/Adult-Youth on August 8, 2016

COLBY - an unregistered sex offender finds a 13 year old boy whose goal in
life is to do porn but needs a worldly education.  3 parts with a fourth
coming.  POsted in Adult-Youth as of October 10, 2016

LATIN BOY - my true story of hooking up with a young latin stud at Club
Orlando.  Posted in Gay/Encounters as of September 25, 2016

DADDY LOAD - my true story of dropping a load in a young man while his
older lover is cheering me on.  Posted in Gay/Encounters as August 31, 2016

GAY GUY GETS THE GIRL - my true story of a night in a porn theatre,
seemingly the only gay guy there but I ended up fucking the chick on the
front row while everyone watches Posted in Gay/Encounters as of October 8,
2016

TRIANGLE BOYS - a 13 year old boy joins a high end gay brothel bringing
secrets so deep that even he doesn't know.  Posted in Gay/Adult-youth March
19, 2016

HEAVEN IS A PLACE ON EARTH - a sexual utopia. Posted in Gay/Adult-youth
January 6 2017

DIONYSIUS - roommates, one a player and the other a virgin, are drawn into
a college sex and party club.  Posted in Bisexual/College.  May 6, 2017

SEXUAL ADVENTURES - true stories of random and anonymous sexual encounters.
Posted in Gay/Encounters