As a black man, I don't like the black dom, white sub trope but the idea of this story was too good to pass up. Enjoy This happened one Saturday evening. I was chilling at home, flipping series on Netflix as I looked for something interesting to snooze on. My phone pinged. Whatsapp message. Him: 'Hi.' Me: "Hi." Him: "How are you?" Me: "All good...just c...
The False House I've spent the past year now sitting in the same chair, seeing the same slur of familiar faces and listening to the same old man remind us all about how much we've fucked up our lives. "But don't worry," he says, "there's still hope." The look of complete apathy we always wore would beg to differ—it's not like any of us chose to be here. I...
I sat in the hotel dining room where other business men and women were starting their day over run-of-the-mill continental breakfast, USA Today, and mercifully low-volume CNN. Cell phone mumbling surrounded me. The coffee was good however, and I was well into my second cup, trying to clear my head of the alcohol and the bizarre event that had ended only a fe...
Michael was a creature of habit. His life consisted of a series of daily events vital to his sense of well being. The formula for a good day began with his boyfriend Amid waking him up with an early morning blowjob. Amid was always up, cock included, long before the usual nine to fivers, tracking down the latest world events for his news magazine. The Arab...
Moments of tenderness are few inside a male prison institution. That is not because Jails have an insufficiency of love, compassion, companionship and many other things we take for granted when we are cared for. It is a gross oversimplification of a massively complex psychological maze, more because there is so much need, that care must be shared among so ma...
Content/trigger warning: This series contains bullying, homophobic language, and non-consensual sexual acts, but they are integral to the plot and character development so please take them in context. * DUSTY I woke up this morning and for half a second my brain is mercifully empty, but then it's overflowing with the memory of everything that happened yes...
I have a gay friend of mine, Kevin, who is 23 and has never been to Provincetown! And considering that he doesn't live more than 100 miles away, the entire concept must really be unbelievable! But it's true. Now, I've been thinking of going up myself; but was debating whether-or-not to bring him along. The problem, you see, is that I love him. "Problem?" Yo...
This is part 2 of my sexual journey with men. In part 1 I told the story of my first time with a guy. It's been a while since I wrote my first instalment and I wanted to catch you up on what I've been up to. *** Luckily for me Nick's wife worked in a bar on weekends and I spent the next 6 weeks going to Nick's and getting fucked. I was often there on both...
Alas, this chapter is devoid of sex. The characters took over and insisted I get a bit of their stories out before they'd agree to hop back in the sack. I don't have readers to spare, so if you're looking for a quick rise (and aren't we all at times) feel free to skip this chapter and pick us up in Chapter 5. For those of you in for the long haul, I hope yo...
"I caught Mark cheating on me again. That bastard!" "Wow...sorry sis. What are you going to do?" asked Frank. "I don't know. I need to teach him a lesson." "Why don't you just break up with him," Jerry wondered. "Oh I'm going to break up with him alright. But before I do...I'm going to get him back. This is the third time I've caught him." "What you...