Clarke's Pointe

With the majority of its population male, Clarke’s Pointe is sure to be filled with opportunities for a lot of man-on-man action, or at least that’s what Jeffrey Martin thinks when he receives an offer to relocate to the artist colony in Delaware. The opportunity is too good to pass up for the part-time actor whose dream is to perform full-time on stage. Leaving the frigid winters of Minnesota for the Atlantic shore, he packs up his belongings and heads out, but not before he convinces a couple of fellow thespians to go with him. Jeff is in his element living among fellow lovers of the theatre, not to mention fellow worshipers of the god Priapus, and he can’t imagine anything going awry in this place that’s nothing short of paradise.

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Jeff stripped down to his powder blue shorts, pulled the comforter over him, and quickly dozed off. Egoistic dreams filled his nap time. He saw himself on stage playing the lead in ‘Man of La Mancha’ and performing ‘The Elephant Man’ screaming ‘I am not an animal. I am a man.’ The sound of his doorbell disturbed these utopian dreams. Opening the door, a young man handed him a bouquet of red roses. He was rather attractive and Jeff couldn’t help but make a pass. “From you? You shouldn’t have.”

“I didn’t. I can’t afford to be sending guys I don’t know a dozen roses.”

“But if you knew me and loved me, you would, right?”

“Uh, no.”

It was obvious that he was making the young man nervous. “Well, come in. What is it, about 5 below?”

“Something like that. I can’t wait to get home and get warm.”

“Well, let me get my wallet so I can give you a tip, unless you’d like to slip me your tip and the rest of what you’ve got.”

“You’re putting me on. A hot guy like you! My girlfriend won’t even offer to do that.”

“I will, and I don’t even love you.”

“Let me go park the delivery van. I’ll be right back.”

While he was outside, Jeff put the roses in a vase. His mom did remember him after all. He read the card: ‘To the love of my life, Mom.’ He smiled. Unknown to her, she had sent him a nicer present – a hot young delivery man.

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Ross invited Robbie into Room 324. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right out.” Five minutes later, he emerged totally nude, revealing a body that got Robbie’s blood pumping. Pleased that Robbie wasn’t wearing underwear, he kissed him as he slid off the vest. “I’m going to get on the bed and I want you to look through the bag on the dresser. Feel free to use anything you want.”

Some of the things Robbie had only seen in sex videos. Now he was with a guy who wanted to experience them all. “You like these things, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

That sir told Robbie what role he was going to play in their little fantasy. “So were you a bad boy in New York? Tell me the truth. Did you do things you wouldn’t be proud of?”

“I was on the ferry going to the Statue of Liberty. There was this one sailor. He looked so hot in his whites that I had to have him.”

“And?”

“And I spent the night in the West Side Sauna. Two guys had their way with me, and I loved it. Then while I was recovering, an old guy with white hair and a goatee came in just for me.