What a difference three years can make. Calvin, now 18, has become his own man. And yet the boy in him still clings to the promise made from three years back. In his search he will find that the man he's looking for is only a breath away, just watching, waiting for him to become ripe for the picking, peeling, and bonking ^^ Bonk. The three-part sequel to Rubber ^^

"I'm bored, brah. This gon' be a long ride, man, fuck me," Mason sighs, and then rolls down the window to get a splash of cool breeze. Blake clacks his tongue, "Want me to take the edge off?" Mason is intrigued, "Yeah? What do you have in mind?" "I’ma smoke your dick and jack it off if you want me to." This is a three-shot about two men inside a meat truck. Vegans and vegetarians beware. Too much meat. Lol.

I was scared. No, scratch that, terrified. I was alone. Any rogue could easily take advantage of me....I was out on the streets and unclaimed. I had been for three weeks now. But then...they came. (Please read, sorry I'm rather horrid at summeries) WARNING: BDSM, ALPHA/OMEGA, DADDY KINK, EXPLICIT LATER ON, LESBIAN, TOYS, ETC. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU AREN'T INTO DIS SHIZ.

These Sexy Little Stories, not intended for the prude of hearts, are sure to get you hot. Enter a fantasy world of role-paying, romance in a far-away land and other steamy situations. These are not your run of the mill "bedtime" stories, and they are sure to keep you up all night. To purchase: http://www.lulu.com/shop/jamie-m-miller/sexy-little-stories-not-for-the-prude/paperback/product-22286309.html

30-year-old MEN acting like 13-year-old BOYS.

A short story about a boy, and his encounter with a piece of rubber ^^

"Being a sex therapist ain't all it's cracked up to be. Business is business." - Dr. August.

Earth. 2089. Our planet is reduced to a single utopia. La Bastille. In this high-altitude city, automated by circuits, information, and technology, the Academy is looking for him. A boy. A young boy named Cid, whose blue and green eyes hold the promise of a future. He can see in his eyes what was, what is, and what will be. "I see you when I close my eyes..." Cid says, "...and I don't like what I see."