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My First Time: The 14 Short Story Gay Love affair Collection

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This 14 Short Novel Collection includes the following gay romance novellas by best-selling authorRandell McCreary:

  1. Bought For Entertainment
  2. Kidnapped By The Demons
  3. Kidnapped In A Camping Trip
  4. Sold To Carnal Desires
  5. Step-Brothers
  6. My Concluding Opponent
  7. Auctioned To The Billionaires
  8. To Love A Hitman
  9. I Am Straight
  10. Used By His Cousin
  11. Cowboy Secrets
  12. Sold To The Damiani Mafia
  13. A Straight Guy In The Army
  14. Sold In The West
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Noah Waverly drives three friends southward to Spring Rest and rents a hotel room for the four of them.

They repay him by having an orgy and locking him out of the room. This was nothing more than a continuation of their bullying for the past four years.

Noah storms off to the beach. He’s swept out to sea, goes under, and the wor

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First Time Tales

by Smokr

Sean's Tale

This is the true story of my first lgbtq+ sex.

Growing up in and around Vancouver, I knew what gays were. Even back then I idea that Vancouver was some kind of gay Mecca. I knew I was gay at about twelve or so. I wasn't really curious about girls at all. I was interested in seeing what boobs looked like, and what a pussy looked like, but, man, even thinking about boy parts made me hard.

By the time I was in seventh grade and switching and taking showers in gym class, I was certain that I was gay. It was almost impossible not to own an erection in the showers! I would proceed home and I'd acquire to beat-off as soon as I could. Sometimes more than once. I'd always think about the boys in the showers. Even at night in bed, I'd think of the boys in the showers, and in their tight gym shorts, and never girls.

And I started having really strong, immersive emotions for Barry. And some other boys, too. But because Barry was my best friend, it felt weird to sense them about him. But, wow, he was so cute! We've known each other for as far back as we can remember. And Barry and me are both geeks. Dorks. Nerds. We prefer video games, and books, and playing role-

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Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t understand their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.

Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh blazing steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.

We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought everyone in the world was either Jewish or Italian. I was intimidated by all the dark, Brooklyn-rough I

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