I have been best friends with Calvin since we were children. We fit together like two puzzle pieces, him being more assertive and me needing someone to tell me what we were going to do that day. He sometimes picked on me, but I always let it slide because of how close we were. We did everything together. As time went on, Calvin developed a condition in mid...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
I watched, rigid dick in hand, as the smaller man squatted in front of the handsome stud who hit the vape cig between his fingers in obvious expectancy of some good head. Both men's ebony skin aided their blending into the shadows which added to the mystique of my visual. The diminutive dicksucker knew his way around dicks in general and this 'cocksucker pa...
This story is fictional for entertainment purposes. *** "Are you almost here?" I texted out to the two movers I had hired off of Craigslist. "Be there in 5." I got back. They're names were Darren and Chris and they seemed the most capable. I waited until I finally heard their truck pull up and met them outside. "Hey, thanks for helping me out." I gr...
Don't believe in stereotypes, they're not worth anything! If anyone tells you different, don't believe him or her. Just ask me. My name is Kelvin Monpoint, and I'm a brother with a story to share with you. I hear a lot of trash talk about bisexual men in the Black Community. As an openly bisexual man of Haitian descent, I find all that crap ridiculous. Serio...
Author's Note "Rear Windows" was intended to be a one-part story, describing the awakening of Dave's desire for other men. I got so many requests for a sequel that I went ahead and continued the story, with some new characters on their own roads to self-discovery. I hope you enjoy the result. * * * * * * * * * * "Well, that was really something." Dave...
Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
Casey had played with his ass lots of times. He loved waking up and sliding his finger in and out. Teasing himself. Even just rubbing his hole made his cock stick straight up. But Casey hadn't never taken a real cock before. He had played with a hairbrush and a sharpie. He even had a dildo under his bed at home. But Daddy's cock was completely different. W...
Chapter 1: The College Years There he was, on the side of his bed, half way down a cock nearly as big as his own. Just another booty call, as it was supposed to be, and on a college thirsty Thursday. Zack was never a big fan of the alcohol induced madness that normally ran rampant on campus. Instead he liked to play it behind the scenes, setting up the hook...
My first true sexual experience happened to occur on camera. I was young and naive and perhaps didn't understand the complete implications of filming a sexual encounter, much less having that film being distributed without having any control. School went on without a hitch. Recovering from Jeff's massive penis was another story. It took about 1-2 weeks of...