Mitsho stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his midsection and moving to the bathroom sink to prepare for the night. Drops of water drizzled down his corded shoulders, making lines down his chiseled stomach. He was proud of his body; he worked very hard to be the strongest. Strong mind, strong body and strong desires . . . He opened a carve...
Summary: Straight guard learns of black inmate's power over all. Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Ken who retold this surprisingly largely true story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, thor_ph, Robert, and Wayne for editing. Prologue: I'm the prison guard and Kareem Mwangi is the prisoner, so you would have thought I had the upper hand, and until...
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When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end. Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continui...
It was the summer of nineteen-ninety, I had just graduated high school and was partying like a rock star. Occasionally when my friends would drop me home late at night, I would walk the block or so to a nearby two lane highway that led out of Boston and stick my thumb out, not ready to end the night just yet. I had a massive libido but knew the chances of a...
The irony still lingers. I was aboard a lemon yellow 707, one of the famous "jelly bean fleet" launched by Braniff Airlines in the 1960s, or more precisely, dreamed up by one the reigning ad agencies of the era, to give their client an edge in aero-hipness. The fleet was so named for the colors Braniff adopted, a palette including lime green, orange, and p...
Will and I were on our way to Frank's house. He told me that they were old military buddies and they themselves had hooked up several times when they were stationed together but it had been years since that last happened. Frank worked as a truck driver and Will owned a lawn service company. "So what about you, Raj? What do you do for work?" "I'm a nurse,...
It all started with the illustrated article from a nature magazine on primate intercourse that I received at home in a manila envelope in the mail—no return address. There wasn't any explanation for why I received it either. An article, with photos of monkeys, baboons, and gorillas doing it. It showed that they did it pretty much like we did it, so we haven'...
This chapter contains adult language and graphic sex scenes between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing, then you should probably ready another story. The wonderful and talented Bert_Fegg once again gave his time to edit this story into a readable piece. I thank him for his efforts! He is awesome! ******** Chapter 4 I wake up in a haze...
"My goodness. I wonder how she had the gall to show up here." "Who, Mrs. Smythe?" Samuel de Kock asked, turning to see the direction in which his companion was launching the piercing daggers of her eyes. The woman took a step away from where she, and her husband, Major Sydney Smythe, and Samuel and his wife, Melissa, were standing. The small group was tast...