*********** 2 ***************** Daryl was Ari's first and only male crush. The two met as Seniors in high school, decades ago, on the track team. Daryl had transferred in from a city school as part of an integration effort put in place by the federal government. At first, it was not a gay thing, or at least that's how Ari remembers it. It was about comfort...
My name is Jason Gray . I am a student at the Thorne Institute of Technology. It's a small private college that's like no other school on the planet. I'm a young black man who also happens to be bisexual. This is the only place where I've ever truly felt welcome. Lots of people and establishments claim to accept everyone regardless of race or sexual orientat...
t was noon and I was already on my second cock of the day. He was a young guy, about eighteen who had been told about my skills with black meat. I never caught his name but he fucked my mouth like he'd been dreaming about it forever. His perineum gagging me with deep and long strokes. I'd look up at him and he'd stare down at me like I was his bitch. The...
I was in NYC; I had just finished the first leg of my third tour promoting my new album, when I was woken up from an alcohol-induced sleep by a call from my manager. "Hey good news!" Russ chortled into the phone. I glanced at the clock and groaned for two reasons. One it was only 7am and I had just passed out, err, fallen asleep at 4am, and his "good news"...
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Matt didn't see either Perry or Jocko through the next week, which permitted him to get into the rhythm of school. He had received a second letter from Dashad, and he fully intended to answer the letters soon, letting Dashad know he was settling in and that he missed Dashad—but not telling him, of course, what missing Dashad had made him do with Jocko—and ma...
It was late and raining. The forecast had the rain tapering off and cooling later that night, but for now it was still raining hard. I had just gotten home from my job, closing up the piercing parlor for the night. It wasn't too busy, it never was when it was raining. I drummed my chipped black nail polished fingernails on the outside of the fridge. I had th...
Ellis Bellman looked at himself in the full-length mirror on his closet. He wasn't a bad looking young man; pale-skinned, slim, a bit of hair on his thighs and chest, muscles where you're supposed to have them, even if they weren't very impressive. His fair hair was long and untidy, parted on the side. He tried to imagine how girls saw him. Would they autom...
Author's Note: The following story is a continuation of the story "Chuck & I" and I would suggest that story be read prior to reading this story. * I had just come on duty at the Colony theater one day and was just exiting the small, closet-like room where the ushers changed into their uniforms when I saw Roger come in the theater. When he saw me, Roger hu...
I'd gone to the kitchen in Jay's apartment to get myself a sparkling water from the fridge—we couldn't drink what we'd really like to drink during the performance season—when his doorbell rang, and he let his landlord in. I just stayed out of sight in the kitchen, because I knew this was going to be unpleasant and I didn't want the landlord, who I'd heard wa...