In the last week of May, 1979, before the bogeyman Aids, and on a Friday, of course, I was laid off from work; I had already lined up a new job that didn't start until the first week of September, so I was in the perfect position to live out a purely disgusting and promiscuous summer. I am a cum slut; I have no moral conflict-I want to suck off as many cocks...
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...
The next five days, Mr. C had me running ragged. I couldn't risk not having my phone within reach, even at work. Friday morning began with an 8 a.m. text with a link to a glory hole video: WATCH ME And no touching the D One hour later, more of the same. He left me alone until three, when he started in again, with a marathon of required viewing links ever...
Continuation of me and Ben's relationship ship, in which I fuck him even though he has a new boyfriend. After Ben railed me out on his couch, we talked a couple more times after that but I got busy with work and I think he thought I wasn't interested because I kept telling him I couldn't meet. Which wasn't my fault because I was working. After 2 weeks I was...
We were startled into standing up as we heard Sherry and Sanjay re-enter the dining room/kitchen area, the somewhat dazed and enchanted delivery guy now being bent over the table, as Sherry winked at me and strapped on her dildo with her thigh harness. She lubed it up and spread Sanjay's now smooth cheeks to add some lube to his sphincter before she began wo...
I was sitting at the downstairs bar in the Mellow Mushroom one day, enjoying a drink after work. I was moving back and forth from watching a baseball game and looking around the restaurant trying to keep my mind occupied. I had just come out of a bad relationship and was trying my hardest not to think of that she-devil. After one of my many trips to the rest...
MIAMI PT 5: WHORE! I was awoken by a sharp pain deep inside my ass, like a hot fire in my stretched and abused rectum, smothered by the weight of a man's body on top of mine. Henry was on me, and inside me, fucking me hard with his almost foot long rock hard cock! He was grunting as he pounded into me, breathing his hot breath on the back of my neck as he r...
The young warrior lay on the ground beneath the point of my sword. His breath came in ragged gasps that showed his exhaustion after our fierce struggle, and racked his muscular athletic body. His eyes begged me to spare his life. But he was too proud to speak, waiting bravely for me to run my sword through him and finish the job of defeating him. I looked...
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...
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...