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HartThrobthis story is part of the FanClub (mm:romantic, 9384 words) [1/4] show all parts

Author: Tyler
Added: Oct 05 2001Views / Reads: 3188 / 2481 [78%]Part vote: 8.67 (3 votes)
Michael Hart is a 20-something year old alcoholic with no job and no ambition, until he meets a young prostitute who not only helps Michael discover himself, but also discover his love for the male gender. My first erotic story. Let me know what you thin
 


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This is my first try at erotic fiction, so send me some feedback and let me know what you think.

The following story contains man-to-man consensual sex. If you're into that, enjoy, if you're not, look elsewhere for entertainment.

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'Last call, my ass!' is the first thing I remember about that night. The bartender shoved me towards the door, after I screamed a drink order at him but all that came out was several choice expletives and a little vomit. I stood outside the Tiger Club in a stupor, holding my hat and jacket in the pouring rain. It was the only liquid pouring that night which wasn't accompanied by a pretty umbrella, an olive on a sword or a shot glass. Bleary eyed and numb I made my way to the street corner and tried something like hailing a cab, but I passed out. When I came to it was 5:55 am, sunrise the next day. Light cascaded into the alley and I looked around trying to figure out why I wasn't at home in bed. The memories of the previous 24 hours came clanging back, ringing like a church bell. Ringing like a church bell when you have a hangover. Like the resonant sound of a church bell while you are hung over and sitting inside the bell tower.

I tilted my head back and massaged the bridge of my nose as I tried desperately to figure out why I had been drinking. Not that I had ...

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