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The Haunting [part 1]

"The Haunting" is a multi part story, about a chance encounter between two fictional characters, and you won't believe how they manage to meet. Perhaps it wasn't quite the chance encounter they thought?

Was he uncut, did he swing to his side, or was he strictly into the other? Did he drink, and as he kept staring, he wondered if he had any extras, like piercing, tattoos. He had one, down his leg, but then, it was there for a purpose. Kevin liked guys to pay attention to his body, but he loved it when they would admire the tattoo, and feel it, running their hands over his leg, touching it, caressing it. It was a total turn on for him.

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Rick the Prick

You never know about the str8 guy next door, until you knock on his door, wanting him to shut the fuck up.

‘Look, you spooked my fun for the night, so you owe me.’

Charlie didn’t quite understand as he stared open eyed at Rick, who just leered at him, then his eyes moved down Charlie’s body, very slowly. For a minute it didn’t register, until he noticed the eyes were settled on his crotch. Christ, he thought, the guy is checking me out.

‘What’s that got to do with me?’

He stood there, trembling as he saw how Rick narrowed his eyes, glaring at him with that leer across his face. Yet even as he felt slightly terrified, he couldn’t help but feel a strange arousal too. Christ, just what he needed now, was to get a hard on. If Rick saw that, he might just take a swing at him, or worse.

‘Simple, you fudge packers like it up the ass, I like fucking a nice tight hole, so I fuck them up their ass. She’s gone, you are here, & I need to get my rocks off, you figure it out.’

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Harvard Freshman

You just never know what kind of guy will answer the door, when you are one of those sex for hire guys.

Channing was only 21, stood just under six foot and wasn’t exactly muscular, but you couldn’t see his ribs, or bones sticking out. He had some meat to him, and his arms weren’t exactly pythons, but he could hold his own with some of those Jock types. His green eyes looked like emeralds, or so many told him, and the light dusty brown eyebrows, the roman nose and thin lips, did give him a rather attractive look. The chocolate brown hair, would glimmer in most lights, thanks to his use of two toned color touch up coloring, but it was natural. He didn’t go for changing colors, just insuring it was the best it could be.

The Doorman had looked at him a bit oddly, but then it wasn’t like his caller had told him to dress for the visit, and forgetting just how ritzy the hotel was, he had worn a pair of clean jeans, not too faded, but not fresh. His shirt was one of those skin tight jerseys, that highlighted his chest structure, and the jacket, was just a casual nylon throw on. Nothing special, no little critters adorned either, which is why he got the stares, but he didn’t care.

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