This story is a slow boil...but I hope you enjoy it. This may contain story lines of race that may be offensive to some of you. Please stop reading if it does and find another story more suitable for you. Part 1 My name is Nick, and at 6"2" I'm fairly tall for an Asian guy. It's probably why people sometimes think I'm Samoan or something like that, especia...
We all know someone or have heard of someone who has an addiction. Addictions are dangerous, both for the people who are addicted and those who care about them. But what happens when someone's addiction is their only source of joy and it harms no one? Can it really be considered an addiction? By nature, addictions are harmful. Or are they? Can certain addict...
I was driving down the street toward my house when I saw him up ahead. A young man, thin, wearing baggy jeans and no shirt. From a distance it was hard to tell his age, but I could see the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex as, left-handed, he threw a football to an unseen person near a house. As I got closer and slowed down - for safety, of course - he...
My eyes were glued to his body. I imagined I was the sweat gliding down his neck to his chest and over each ripple of his hard abs. I felt my dick throbbing, pressing hard against my jeans. I shook my head and came out of my daze. God, why was I lusting after this boy? He wasn't even my type. Hell, he wasn't even gay. Damien was fine as hell. No one could d...
ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THIS STORY ARE OVER THE AGE OF 18. *** It's a hot summer day in Dallas. Isaac and his roommate, Devin, are sitting in the living room, sweating in the sweltering heat, hoping the feeble air from the ceiling fan cools them down. Isaac grew up in the suburbs of Arlington, moving to Dallas with his childhood friend, Devin, when they...
Over the next week, a simmering tension grew between the two friends. There was no denying that they could not shake what had passed between them. With every attempted block on the court, every press of ankle to calf, chest to shoulder, hand to hand, both David and Riley knew, though separately, that they wanted something more than just basketball. But neith...
My neighbor Mike is a good friend of mine. We often hang out, play basketball and watch football on Sundays. I am married and my wife likes Mike so we all get along fine, but Mike and I are closer friends. Mike is 34 years old and is a big guy. He is about 6 foot 3 and weighs about 225 pounds and very Black. He used to play football in college and is still i...
Daniel stretched out his legs in the chase lounge on the back porch of the suburban Dallas house. He sipped slowly from the Miller beer bottle in his left hand. The high speed fan blades hummed blowing an artificial wind through the porch that helped counteract the Texas heat. "Water is better," I said holding my tall glass of the cold liquid. "I'm celebra...
Gage Angle strutted down the stairs of his new plantation house, gathered his extra-long sweat shirt around his waist, climbed onto his cycle, and roared off down the long driveway on his way to the Hornet's basketball stadium in downtown New Orleans. He'd have to wear long sweat shirts like this when he wasn't cruising now or he's scare everyone he met on t...
Summary: A straight drunk guy submits to his roommate...twice. Note 1: This is a Christmas 2012 Contest Story. Note 2: Thanks to Mab7991 for editing this story. * College life was pretty crazy. Between classes, basketball (I was on a basketball scholarship) and chicks I was swamped. The hardest part was balancing the three. Because I an academically str...