Author's Note: This chapter sets up at least two more that will contain the action, the second coming in a few days. I'd skip the story if you're going to find large sex toys off-putting. The premise was way more fun with objects that wouldn't be easily explainable. *** I moved into my freshman dorm room on the very first move-in day available for the fall...
This story is a work of fiction, although some the ideas were inspired by real conversations. Fiction does not require the use of condoms for safe sex, but real life does. Please always use safe sex and protect yourself accordingly. As always, comments about the story are appreciated and can be directed to my profile. 2017 panamacock ***** Brett walked i...
In 2003 I was only eighteen years old but had had several lovers, I use the world lover in a loose sense. Most of the men I had been with were nervous fumbling in toilet blocks, in their parents houses while they were at work or in classrooms at college. I found this kind of thing very erotic because the thought of getting caught added to the excitement! I...
I was feeling bored one night so I decided to go to a popular club (not gay) close to where I lived. I wore my tight jeans that reveled by bubble butt and jock lines and a skintight t-shirt. As usual it was packed out. Great live music, people were dancing, drinking, eating, and laughing. I worked my way through the crowd to the bar ordered my drink, found...
Disclaimer: The following story, as indicated by the title, involves adult themes and non consensual sex. This story is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance of characters or events depicted herein is coincidence. If you feel you might be offended by the subject matter, stop reading now, or continue at your own risk. If you are not of leg...
8===> Discovering a surprise neighbor in the freshman dorm Ben leaned up against the door frame of the entrance to his dorm room and took in all the insanity going on in the hallway. One incoming freshman after another was busy dragging boxes and laptops and stereos and suitcases down the long corridor in search of the specific room that would be their cr...
It was my junior year in college and things weren't any better than before. I was still considered the brains of my classes and no one wanted to be my friend. I guess because I looked the part everyone avoided me. I was tall and thin, gangly you could call me. I had a class where some of the football jocks attended. The main man was Joey, the star quarterb...
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...
We had been best friends for better than six years...ever since we finally met as juniors in high school. It was one of those 'Mutt & Jeff' friendships that most people wouldn't have thought possible to even have a chance of beginning; much less growing as it would and lasting so long; in the clique controlled atmosphere of our former, small town, alma mater...
K. Nitsua. Copyright 2008 by the author. Author's note: As with "A Lot in Common Underneath," this story is based on an anonymous reminiscence I found posted to the Net. Again my thanks to the original author. This is a true story that happened many years ago. It was an extremely hot July day in Texas, and I was off work. My other half didn't have the sam...