"I'm looking forward to my date with AJ," Courtney confirmed. "Good," Jarrett responded, "You know he's a really good guy." "I'll be sure to treat him well," Courtney replied. "As his roommate," Jarrett pushed, "I've had access to know certain private things." "Oh," Courtney said, looking intently at Jarrett. "And I have to say," Jarrett hyped, "he's pr...
Dom took a drag of his cigarette has he drove down the long road that overlooked the dam. He was thoughtless, listening to his music as he drove. He liked it that way. He never liked to be alone with his thoughts, never liked silence. He always had music or something to distract him from his troubles. The sun felt nice against his skin, as did the air passin...
(This story is a spin-off of "Bobby and the Cop" and "Bobby and the Jock". You don't have to read those stories first, but I recommended it.) I stared up at the blue sky and watched the white cumulus clouds slowly drift by. It was eerily silent. Suddenly whistles and voices shouting assaulted my ears. The growing white noise of a crowd hissed in the backg...
Tyrell James was 23 years old. He was happily married to Shawna, and they had two children. And a third on the way. Tyrell worked as a construction worker during the day and that was good. He liked working with his hands and he made good money to support his wife. Tomorrow was valentines day. Tonight was going to be for him and his boy Dom to hang out. Shawn...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
To recap, in part 1, Ron (that's me) and Mike meet on a website. I taste my first cock and we find that we enjoy deep throating each other. In part 2, we continue our relationship culminating in Mike taking my cock up his ass. This is part 3 where Mike brings a friend. As the days and weeks passed, Mike and I continued seeing each other quite often. Someti...
We were still cuddled on the lawn chair, Dom running his tan fingers through my sandy blonde hair when we heard the commotion. I heard a couple of car doors slam and the sound of men's voices. Dom and I looked at each other shocked out of our reverie. "Shit, they said they were canceling" was all he said. I put two and two together an realized Dom's erstwhil...
Sandro's Third Year [This is the final instalment of this story and takes Sandro up to the time of his graduation. Hopefully there will be a sequel sometime in which we take the lives of Sandro and Dom further. Thank you for reading this very long story. I hope to publish it eventually as a novel on Amazon.] Literary Note: Pietro Aretino (1492-1556) Ital...
Parts 1-6 of this story should be read first Chapter Thirty-seven: Sandro begins his second year at Camford I am not pleased with the author's portrayal of me, Sandro, during my first year as a student at Saint Boniface's College, Camford. He makes me seem a shy and naïve adolescent. So for the remainder of this story, the chapters about me will be written...
Kyle and James are just finishing up a project for college in their apartment. Both of the guys are wearing a tight T-shirt and short gym shorts. They are sitting on the couch. Their other flat mates aren't home. The two have been friends since high school. They aren't best friends, but that is soon to change. Kyle is white, and James is black. James is rea...