Chapter One -- I Always Win He walked through the crowd of shouting men, focused on the task ahead. That was something he chose to ignore, every time - the stench of those places. It was a rubbery smell mixed with male sweat and the excitement rising for the bloody fight ahead. If he were to inhale too much, he was bound to get dizzy. Maybe overcome with ra...
It was a crisp, late November evening in Eastern Canada and we had just driven for an hour through back roads to our remote hunting site. My father-in-law, Edward, parked the truck in a tightly overgrown drive way of sorts, under cover of some trees. The rest of the way to the little cabin had to be by foot, and not just because the driveway was impassible,...
My name is Steve Victor. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered, muscular and dare I say extremely good-looking young Black man currently living in Virginia. This year has been the year of changes for me. I graduated from Castor Academy, an all-male private boarding school in Boston, Massachusetts, and got accepted into Saint Theresa College. It's a private, dee...
When I left school at the age of 18 I was very skinny ; 5 foot nine inches and weighed about 8 stone (not quite the 98 lb weakling of the advertisements but not far off!) When I went to university I decided to go to a gym to put on some weight. There weren't too many around in the late 1960s, but I found a funny old place in Upper Queen Street. We'll call it...
Your name is Everett Woods, 21 years old and a 4th year college senior. A part time worker at your local cafe near your apartment studio. Currently living with a flatmate named Oliver Poppers to share the studio's rent and a fellow senior. Although Oliver has been living in a separate house -Frat House- he always comes by whenever there's barely anything to...
I could hear Clive talking on the telephone, so I listened in. I thought he was speaking to Adam about coming to the Café to install some shelving for me. "OK then, I will inform Max that you will be at the café dead on six-thirty in the morning to install the shelves for him. Is there anything else you need? No! Alright then, thank you Talos. Max will see...
Howdy, this is the fifth chapter of a story between consenting male adults who do not resemble anyone that I know of either living or deceased. I, Artie, retain all rights to the story. Again, there is some violence in this chapter, not gratuitous but present. Please do not follow examples set by these characters. This chapter is a little different in tone....
I love working out in the gym, it is and always has been one of my favourite hobbies. I like the gym when it is empty and there is all the equipment available for use. I hate loads of people being about. Another thing I like about the gym is what I wear. I wear a tank top with jock strap with some tight cycle shorts. I have an 11-inch cock, which is also qu...
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...
I picked Stretch up the following day and headed off to the competition. Juice couldn't make it today so I would be sitting solo. As excited as Stretch was for the first competition, her mood was radically changed. She was quiet and somber. "Stretch is everything ok?" "Sure, I am just a bit nervous today." And that was the total conversation between us un...