Peter clutched his few belongings to his chest, staring out the bus window as it zoomed through impossibly crowded streets. Despite his slight unease Peter was excited. No, Peter was ecstatic. This is what he'd always wanted! Getting away from his small town in the middle of nowhere. The chance to get a world class education but more importantly BE in the b...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories a lot. If you can't handle reading that, then please leave. ======================== The next morning I woke up in such a daze. I had my doubts about whether that threesome last night had even happened. Perhaps this was all just a horrible dream. All those hopes were crushed when I walked downstairs to se...
I had been on the internet for more than three hours, talking to a beautiful woman named Mary. She was hesitant at first, but eventually we shared photos and talked about our fantasies. She loved the name I was given at birth, "Vincent". It reminded her of simple times. She was very open-minded and had many kinky ideas, most of which made us giggle. I had p...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. DUSTY I'm sitting half out of the water fully hidden by tall grasses and crap like that, and I'm beating my cock like there's no tomorrow. I'm focusing my wh...
After that fraternity house hookup, I went home for Christmas and returned back to campus on the 28th. Most everyone was off campus, even the athletes. The football team was playing in one of those lesser bowl games on that same day. Vinny, our starting linebacker who was black, built like a muscular god with the biggest cock I have ever had, called me that...
I am the world’s greatest gigolo. Well, at least I was the world’s greatest gigolo. My clientele were usually wealthy women with husbands who rarely spent two seconds at home, much less tended to the raging sexual desires of their wives. This is where I came into the picture. It only took a couple of hours a day to bring these women to their peaks and watch...
A quick warning to anyone who’s about to read this: It’s definitely not going to be a story that’s very well written. It’s not that I’m aiming for a poor quality story, but I write about as well as a gimp dances and I don’t really know how I’m going to go about telling all this. I figure I’ll start off telling a bit about myself and then just write down what...
Good relationships are ..good but dysfunctional relationships with a lot of angst and stuporousness is better :) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sunlight clawed at my eyelids and my left leg burned with pins and needles. Raising a hand to try and block out the blinding light, I slowly moaned my way to a awkward sitting position. Something really heavy was cutting off a...
I did something bad. It felt good in the moment until I realized how much trouble I could get myself in. I felt fine as I drove home from work and forgot about it completely for the rest of the evening. But when I was in bed that night trying to sleep, that's when it hit me. I just put my job, my career, my entire livelihood on the line for the cheapest of...
Dear Figaro, How have you been? It must be really frustrating for you being behind bars while all this shit is going down. I have still not fully processed Myles revelation that Connor believes that Channing could be in the city with Kash. I have tried my best to not think about it too much, just been in my room writing and trying to avoid Theo and Brad, t...