My name is Jason Gray . I am a student at the Thorne Institute of Technology. It's a small private college that's like no other school on the planet. I'm a young black man who also happens to be bisexual. This is the only place where I've ever truly felt welcome. Lots of people and establishments claim to accept everyone regardless of race or sexual orientat...
There had been rain off and on all day, and it started up again as I was walking from the theater in Tokyo's Ni-chome district of Shinjuku, so I dipped into a small grocery store entered by a foyer in a small apartment building. The deluge, although heavy, hadn't lasted long, and I could use some snacks for the hotel, so I walked the aisles of the store in s...
A few hours had passed since Mark fucked Jamie in the bathroom, and last-minute party preparations were underway. The house had a chaotic energy, brimming with movement as Jamie's family and the hired caterers, bartender, and entertainment rushed around to complete every detail before the first guests arrived in about 2 hours. Jamie had put on some athletic...
The news had been predicting snow for days but when Sammy woke up and looked out the window, there was nothing. The sky was grey and cloudy and Sammy's breath began to fog the window pane. He wiped it away with the sleeve of his shirt, feeling the cold glass against his hand. It was supposed to be the storm of the century but not a single snowflake had fall...
Morning came for Jeff Hunter, the usual erection made impossible by the CB6000 firmly fastened to his dick and balls. He recalled last night's session with his young Master and realized how totally controlled his sexuality had become. His torment of feeling that 12-inch dildo deep inside him only spurred on his desire for release of his tormented testicles....
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
Parker and I met on an early June afternoon under the Spirit of St. Louis in the Boeing Milestones of Flight Hall of the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum. We were both there to study about Charles Lindbergh's use of the plane to take the first trans-Atlantic flight in 1927. Having established we both were students of the period between the two wor...
I'm a white male college professor who lives a few miles from a large land-grant university. The enormous student population provides ample opportunities to bed students who want to experience my nine by six cock. Here's a recent story. He kept hooking his powerful soccer legs over mine, moaning while I pounded his boy hole as he lay face down beneath me. H...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consentual or reluctant sex. * Long before the movie Fight Club, I had a similar experience back in the small college I attended. It was my first serious fight and led to my first sexual experience with another guy...and it was all over a girl. Nancy was a cheerleader. She was a cute, curvy girl possessing...
I see Sean four mornings a week at the gym. He runs the treadmill and I swim, but our schedules are close enough that we arrive at nearly the same time and finish our workouts a few minutes apart. I thought this a coincidence, at first. But I knew better when I got to know him, and learned to appreciate him in unimaginable ways. Our lockers are in the same...