TWI-21 My Life As a Homosexual

FOREWORD

“… those men kept running after me, saying I was like a young girl.”

“… the more money they paid me to love them, the wilder they got.”

The secret world of homosexuals and what they do to get their kicks.”

COMPLETE and UNCENSORED

“First time, eh? Don’t fool me. Well, first time for lots of things. A kid like you, all alone, on your own, too, ought to try different tricks.” He sat down on the bed, squeezed my knee. Then he touched me all over. His hands fumbled with my jeans, unbuttoning them, pulling them down.

“Keep your voice down. I’ll give you five bucks for this.” He unbuttoned his khaki trousers, let them drop to around his knees. I couldn’t resist as I began…

Naked except for the black leather boots and the motorcycle jacket, I came toward him. He used both hands to stroke and caress, making me shiver, feel spasms tearing through my insides.

He held a black coiled leather whip—gleaming like a snake, it was vicious—the tip was split into what looked like three little “tails.” I was in a deserted house on the waterfront, a few minutes from Times Square, bound in a spread-eagled position, naked except for my leather boots—at the mercy of a maniac who was going to lash me. “Scream—scream—you bad boy—try to steal…” I screamed as the lash cut into me like a red hot lancer!

“Okay, I’m gay—and so are you. Why try and fight it? Have fun—sit back and enjoy it.”