I started at a new school in grade twelve, at eighteen I was a well built guy, I loved to work out, I had the weight and the muscles, guys and girls loved my body. The first day was eye opening, seems the whole school was run and bullied by the foot ball quarterback and his girlfriend. They picked on the girls and boys, everyone feared them and their wrath...
I first met Matt Humphrey on a subway train one cold night in January. Well, that was the first time we actually had a conversation. We had gone to the same boarding school for three and a half years, but had never once had a conversation. Which, when I think about it, is really quite amazing, considering the fact that we only went to school with 200 guys, b...
I trudged down the sidewalk, shielding my face from the sandy wind. The wind was bad, but I'd been through much worse. I finally reached the barracks and went straight to my bunk. I threw my jacket and hat into my locker. My bunkmate, Bran (his last name), was passed out on the top, snoring away at 9 in the evening. Probably taking a post-work nap so that he...
A/N: This story was inspired by an interesting conversation I had with a friend. While matters of race are often fetishized in porn, I found that this approach isn't one that is presented/wanted often. Read the tags and if you aren't interested in this topic, feel free to read another story. This site is an amazing place to find stories of all types, and I w...
Chapter 11: Detour *Note: I'm sorry for the delay. Thanks for sticking with me. This chapter follows Matt and Clint. I've changed the point of view for this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Please let me know your thoughts.* "I'll miss you Bobby." Matt said as he tightly squeezed his best friend. "I'll miss you too Matt. We'll still see each other." Bobby...
In revenge for my son, I regain my top-hood * Coach Kaugman pounded on the door (interrupting my first foursome with my wife, her father, and my father) to warn me about my son Bobby. "He's at a football team party, and it's getting wild." He drove me over to the motel room site of the student whoopee, and indeed it had become a "drunken debauch." Naked c...
I was driving to confront the parents of Jake Jones, my son Billy's bully. Since freshman year Jake had tormented my son, but the school made minimal effort to do anything since Jake was a star athlete and the son of a wealthy donor. Graduation was a week away but I had decided enough was enough. I won't lie though, I was nervous. I'm a passive, skinny man...
Chuck Fisher. There he was, drinking a cheap beer under the dim lights of the Groom Ramada's Bay Field Hall. I let the door swish shut behind me and when I looked again his brown eyes were right on mine. I looked back. Let him see me, let me see him. He tilted his face to the floor, sucked in the mouth of his bottle. Then he peeked back up at me. I moved o...
Author's note: All characters in sexual situations are over 18. Before I begin telling this story, you should probably know a few things about me. My name is Preston Nakamura. I'm an Asian-American (you probably guessed that), though both of my parents were born and raised in America. I'm kind of short, maybe 5'7", and not very muscular. I'm pretty much the...
This story contains scenes of non-consensual and reluctant sex. All participants are over 18. ***** Mitch took the pictures before I even knew he had his phone out. We were in the locker room at work. I had just come out of the shower and dried off. I opened my locker and was about to take my clothes out and put them on when he started snapping pictures o...