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Storyville was the red light district of New Orleans. The lavish homosexual brothel, The Palace, is the gay hub of the Crescent City. Equipped with a variety of rent boys eager to satisfy even the most exotic of tastes.

Magic, vampires & romance!

This is a web serial! It's free to read! Be sure to share the link & comment!

New chapters every Monday & Wednesday!

LINK: https://basinstreetchronicles.wordpre...

Does anybody know of a book or book series that is essentially a gay soap opera? lol I'm thirsty as hell for something with a crap ton of gay sex, gay drama, manipulation, backstabbing, and blackmail. LOL

Perry felt as if he were losing his mind. He approached the bed slowly, holding the whip. There seemed to be a film over his eyes. He looked down at the smooth white , not fat but soft-looking and well-rounded. Something in him cringed from what as expected of him. He stiffened his will and gripped the whip and, with eyes narrowed, brought it down on the buttocks. Flesh quivered.

My body jerked as if a bolt of lightning had passed through it, and whipped my head round to see Alexander's face disappearing between my parted buttocks. His tongue pressed and probed against my hole, now licking, now pushing, as his great hands pulled my cheeks apart. I could feel his stubble, as rough as straw, as his chin butted against my balls.

I had never been able to admit to myself how happy Oliver had made me the day he'd swallowed my peach. Of course it had moved me, but it had flattered me as well, as though his gesture had said, I believe with every cell in my body that every cell in yours must not, must never, die, and if it does have to die, let it die inside my body.

He pressed me against the wall and started to kiss me, his hips pushing into mine, his arms about to lift me off the ground.

The fruit was leaking all over my cock. If Oliver walked in on me now, I'd let him suck me as he had this morning.

I had barely done as I was told when he brought his mouth to my cock and took it all in. I was hard in no time. "We'll save it for later," he said with a wry smile on his face and was instantly gone.

I must have begun using obscenities that he repeated after me, softly at first, till he said, "Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine," which I'd never done in my life before and which, as soon as I said my own name as though it were his, took me to a realm I never shared with anyone in my life before, or since.

suddenly I was totally naked, feeling the weight of the sheet on my cock, not a secret left in the world, because wanting to be in bed with him was my only secret and here I was sharing it with him. How wonderful to feel his hands all over me under the sheets, as if part of us, like an advance scouting party, had already arrived at intimacy

Take your clothes off, Oliver, and come into my bed, let me feel your skin, your hair against my flesh, your foot on mine, even if we won't do a thing, let us cuddle up, you and I, when the night is spread out against the sky, and read stories of restless people who always end up alone and hate being alone because it's always themselves they can't stand being alone with...

Oliver, I want you to take me. Someone has to, and it might as well be you. Correction: I want it to be you. I'll try not to be the worst lay of your life. Just do with me as you would with anyone you hope never to run into again.

Just the sun, the grass, the occasional sea breeze, and the smell of his body fresh from his chest, from his neck and armpits. Just take me and molt me and turn me inside out, till, like a character in Ovid, I become one with your lust, that's what I wanted.