I was lying in a dream state for a while. Chris snuggled next to me lightly covering my body with his. He slowly made his way to my ear and started sucking on it. My ass started flexing slowly, oozing out some of his cum. He continued his assault on my ear, while slowly pulling my legs apart. As he slid between my legs again, I felt his cock nudging under my...
I wasn't all that surprised to find that I was being taken back to Donatien's mansion in the suburbs. The Jamaican hustled me into the stone-vaulted chamber and over to the corner where I'd seen a young man hanging from a hook in the ceiling during my initiation ceremony. This time, I was the one who was hanging from the hook with the leather straps around m...
The following is a fictitious story from the mind of a bicurious guy. I walked swiftly down the hall of the English building to the computer lab. It was Friday afternoon and that meant most of the students that lived on campus had already gone home for the weekend. The computer lab would be mostly empty, thus making it a prime place for looking up porn. It...
Kyle was an adventuresome, inventive, strong-minded young man. In short, he was a smartass. He'd been raised by maids and chauffeurs, and he was spending his college freshman year abroad with the floating University of the Pacific not because he was brilliant—which, in some ways, he was—but because his parents didn't know what to do with him and better out o...
Thanks to those who have written and encouraged me to continue this series. Some one voted multiple times and downgraded the results on my first twelve chapters which discouraged me. But, having two Asian tops write and ask that I continue has been a source of great motivation! Let me know if you like the direction this has taken! --------------------------...
"Come on, Charlie, run it to ground." "Shhh, you're distracting me." Hardesty; Crane, the squad captain; and a couple of other vice squad detectives who weren't otherwise engaged were gathered around Charlie, who was seated in front of the computer screen and madly clicking away on the keys. The scene was the bedroom with the unusual windows. A smaller sc...
Disclaimer: I might not be the best storyteller, but I'll try at least. This story also involves racism, cheating and a top putting his bottom in panties, so if that's not your thing you shouldn't read. To understand this story, you need to know I've always been a bit gay, though I've tried to hide it and I've been insecure over the effeminate behaviour tha...
I honestly do not know how I made it home. One of the best nights I have had in ages just came crashing down on me. "Did I just suck my son off?" I asked myself. It had to be. Who else would it be? "What a cock that was though." I thought. "Stop it! That's your son you're thinking about!" Arguing with myself all the way home was not helping me think strai...
Matt's POV: Going back to the apartment was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sure, the scene with James and then Paul was one of the hottest of my life, but it was wrong. Or, more correctly, they were wrong to have taken advantage of me and I was wrong to have submitted to them. I had become so used to obeying Tan that I had lost my will to questio...
"Just relax," Andrew Yokoyama said to Warsame Wahid, and the slender young Japanese-Canadian man kissed the big and tall, dark-skinned Somali Muslim gentleman he'd brought home for some fun. The two of them met at Carleton University a long time ago, back when Warsame was a Criminology student, and Andrew was the stereotypical civil engineering nerd, the one...