In order to graduate from college, I had to take a culture social studies class, so I took African studies with Professor White my senior year. Dr. White was a radical black man in his early fifties who had frosty grey in his hair, wore a bow tie and was very proper in his teaching approach. This class was extremely difficult and I was not doing well. One...
Matt Wenzel was awakened by the sound of his live-in girlfriend rustling through her drawer. "Babe," he yawned. "Just turn on the light." He rolled back over and pulled the covers over his head. He desperately wanted a couple more hours of sleep. The 32 year-old corporate budget analyst had stayed up later than he'd intended last night fucking the petite chi...
Rupesh tore the shirt open with the hunger of a child on Christmas morning. Chocolate fondue! Rich, smooth and dark, glistening with a light perspiration, skin pouring forth from the opening he'd made. Not an ounce of fat to spoil his lean holiday treat. The decorative party ribbons that bound Ahmad's hands behind the chair forced the prisoner's succulent f...
All this happened over thirty years ago in Africa, in a world slowly adapting to a future without its former white rulers. It was an exciting time and for a young man fresh out of veterinary school it was clearly the place for to go for adventure before settling down into the family practice. A government scheme for voluntary service overseas was in operatio...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
Dr. Emory glowered silently at me all the next day while we were excavating around the tomb entrance at our ancient Egyptian burial site on the banks of the upper Nile in Sudan. And his precious young assistant, Clint Winston, couldn't seem to look at me at all. No doubt Clint had gone straight to the archaeological team head and had revealed that I had take...
Memphis is a hot town in the summer time. The best anyone can do is find the nearest swimming pool or a cool bar. I had spent three years in a small private college in a small town but wanted a bigger experience in a bigger town. I managed to talk my parents into allowing me to transfer to another private school in Memphis to pursue an art degree. I also man...
My name is Sam tomorrow is my first day at college I'm 18 and have been gay for a while. I wake in the morning and get out of bed feeling very awake and excited I look at myself in the mirror wild brown hair looking frizzy from my shower the night before yet still looking cute. My emerald green eyes stare back at me hungrily, popping noticeably from my almos...
Thomas didn't know if what he was about to attempt would work or not. What he did know was that one way or another he'd either still have a best friend and a night of gay sex or neither. Thomas at five feet eleven inches and a hundred and seventy pounds quiet athletic who ran daily and was an avid soccer player didn't consider himself gay. He knew he was st...
My 1st story, so please keep that in perspective. Hopefully I am not too chatty or informative at 1st, but I would like to lay out the true context of the situation - before I get to the hot stuff. I trust others have been in a similar situation. I write about an encounter, and the incredible, subsequent event that took place. This was a complete chance enc...