[This is a completed eight-chapter novella, with chapters posting twice a week and the work completed posting by the middle of May 2011] The room was smoky, and with the spot on me, I couldn't see much farther than the first row of men, all leaning over the edge of the stage. Men with bulging biceps bursting out of muscle shirts. Tattoos running up and do...
Brian witnesses a shocking a scene that he just can't seem to stop thinking about. Rush week. I felt anything but. There was no "rush". No intense feeling of excitement or anticipation. I wasn't doe eyed or eager like the other prospective members standing around me. Instead, I was tired and, truth be told, I didn't want to be here. I just wanted to get thi...
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...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** After my divorce, I had several sexual encounters that led me to try experimenting with things I would previously never have considered. This story is about the third guy I experimented with one-on-one. The first time I went to Dave's apartment, I spent most of the evening...
I was perhaps nineteen when my adventure with Louis happened. The year was 2004. It was the year George Bush defeated Jon Kerry, the good guy among the Democrats, and took the White House. It was the year I lost faith in the system, and found myself becoming a misanthrope after seeing so much lying, cheating and backstabbing, both among normal people and tho...
I woke up a bit before sunrise and climbed down the ladder of my bunk bed. My roommate laid sleeping in the bottom bunk next to my wife. I looked at myself in the mirror on the wall. My middle-aged body was still in good shape. The legs, ass, and chest were well shaved to provide a clear view of my smooth white skin. So was my face. My neatly trimmed bush lo...
I received a text from the bear, late one night in summer. The message was simple and to the point. Meet me at my place. Shave your cock, balls, legs and ass and if I find a single hair, I'll spank you blue. Dress according to my instructions; I want you wearing white nylons, tight, hip high. A white cotton thong, a super short plaid school girt skirt, gree...
Mr Stone, my history teacher, had kept me after class. It had been a boring class, even for him. The humidity left sweat on all us schoolboys' skin, soaking out into our shirts. The room's rickety old windows barely openable on the third floor. As my classmates filed out, I sat on the edge of the front desk, facing the large wooden desk Mr. Stone was now wip...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** Tanner turned onto the exit ramp when he saw the familiar blue Rest Area sign. This specific Rest Area had become THE destination of choice for simply getting his rocks off. It was almost like a drug now. He thought to himself suddenly that he probably wouldn't be here again for...
As we walked to the stretch Navigator that Alan has rented for the evening with my credit card, I was feeling so warm and hot from the ecstasy, and from the beautiful man I had escorting me to the club. I was completely at home in the arms of Derek, the black mail room worker who could expose my lifestyle and ruin my career. But I wasn’t thinking about my jo...