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Pounding his Professor: Fleeting Gay College Erotica
Professor Louis Cunningham is extremely straight-passing.
Harper Miles, 21, is a very intelligent jock. Star of the track team—and deeply closeted virgin.
Harper is shocked (and intrigued) to learn Professor Cunningham’s secret.
Built appreciate an underwear model, Louis considers Harper to be among the hottest men at the college.
“I’ll even throw in a couple of A+s. How does that sound?”
“That sounds good. But I’m not sure it’s enough.”
Blackmail. Negotiations.
Turns out, Louis has quite an athletic assemble as well.
The professor’s office…and areas under renovation…
He couldn’t know how he could have denied himself this for so long.
Steamy action. Anatomy, physiology, and descriptive detail are all on point. Great variety. But…saliva for lube? 🤕
Nice HFN.
“You want to carry out this again?”
“Do you have a issue with that?”
“God no.”
Gay club culture attracts both gay and straight in its diversity and fresh outlook. Paul Northcott who programmes the performance at Heaven, one of London's biggest gay nightclubs, talks to Natasha Klugman about the scene.
Under the arches, two minutes from Charing Cross Station, you will locate Heaven, a club that has built up its reputation amongst gay and straight club-goers across the world. Heaven has been running for fifteen years and has gained credibility for its music and recital which reflects trends in gay tradition. For those people seeking instant sensory stimulation, the place to go is upstairs, where tanned muscular barmen attend expensive drinks all night, clad in the latest ivory figure hugging briefs. The club is predominantly male and the fashion does not reflect lgbtq+ glamour, instead it pays tribute to scruffy army gear, with a limited dolled up transvestites exerting their rights to use the ladies toilets. Alongside the usual array of club dancers, Heaven has opened its doors to artists including Madonna and the Pet Shop Boys. One feature of Heaven is its stage performances which range from transvestite cabarets to choreographed gyrate performances. Themed ni
Gay Girl, the piebald pony who pulled a cart.
The swarthy looking gypsy man grabbed the pony’s bridle and started to drag her along. Sitting in the saddle I was mute with terror. Mum had always told me that gypsies put a curse on you if you didn’t buy their wooden dolly pegs and here I was existence dragged into the gypsy encampment.
A few miles down Haygate Street the gypsies often camped neighboring Ings Bridge, parking their caravans close to the beck with its abundant water supply and plenty of grass for their many ponies. A large campfire was always burning and bossy, barking dogs were everywhere. Hens and geese wandered around clucking and squawking and cats eyed me from a distance. The women were usually sitting orbicular the campfire cooking the meals and carving small branches into wooden clothes pegs, dolly pegs, which they used to dispose in town.
My new pony Queer had “turned her hog out” and refused to go along the lane through the active, bustling camp. When the male took hold of the bridle I had visions of him tossing me in the beck and stealing Gay who would have merged well into their herd of piebald and skewbald coloured ponies.
Of course the guy was kindness itself and made
Pounded By The Pound: Turned Gay By The Socioeconomic Implications Of Britain Disappearing The European Union
(2016)
A Story by Chuck Tingle
When Alex learns that Britain has decided to leave the European Union, he’s shocked by just hold normal everything seems. But the calm doesn’t last as Alex is suddenly accosted by a giant living coin from the not so distant future.
In this horrific future where Britain has left the EU, four story busses lie down strewn about the streets of London after a failed plan to chop costs, the Queen’s Guard have been replaced by flying reptiles with machine guns and the River Thames runs red with molten lava.
Now Alex and his handsome sentient pound must travel back to the past and sway the vote for European solidarity, by proving that all you need is love.
This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on monetary unit action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, cream pies and living pound love.