It was a usual train ride from my home town to the Hoboken train terminal in New Jersey where I would then catch the path train in to NYC for school. It was 1976. I was 19 years old and a freshman at Columbia University. As always I would stop off at the men's bathroom in the Hoboken terminal to urinate before continuing on my journey, but more for the chanc...
Zamuel couldn't wash away the bitter taste of Tulis' sperm no matter how much he washed his mouth with water and was set up to endure it for the ceremony when he went up a set of marble stairs as loud clacks of someone running in heels came from behind. "Hey, wait!" He stopped and turned to see a curvaceous femboy in stockings, red high heels, a loose rose...
I grew up in Arlington Heights, Illinois, and was a late bloomer. I was also a geek, but in the mid-1960s we didn't use that term. I was a serious student who liked technical subjects and military history. Most of my free time in high school was spent playing basketball with my male friends. I had dates but most girls did not let you do anything except fondl...
CHAPTER 1 Hi guys; my name is Jeremy; I'm a Chicagoan and I'm what is euphemistically called a Male Escort. Any guy who does not go around with his head in the sand knows more or less what I do when they hear that I am a Male Escort, but frankly I don't know where that expression comes from, for escorting, which implies accompanying someone somewhere, usual...
Centers on two seniors in a LGBT private school. Around me the school gym gleamed as though every inch of it had been glossed recently. Though the smaller of the school's two indoor gymnasiums, it was still more impressive than anything I encountered before transferring. The slats in the basketball court were clean and polished, illuminated by dozens of th...
CHAPTER 1 The other day, late one afternoon, I was walking along a quiet path in the park, when suddenly I experienced what the French call a Coup de Foudre, which literally translates into English as a Bolt of Lightning. Of course I had not been struck by lightning; otherwise I should not be here to tell this story. Metaphorically, Coup de Foudre also mean...
This is part 1 of an ongoing series. It's just an intro with only a blow job scene. In future chapters there will be more including forced feminization, anal, humiliation and much much more. Hope you enjoy my story. All characters involved in sex are 18 or older. This is from the perspective of a black teenager as he turns a sissy nerd into his bitch. ****...
***This is 'one of them schools' where everyone is 18 years or older.*** I am an 18-year-old boy and I attend a catholic school. It is one of the best schools in the state. Most local political leaders, successful businessmen and other famous people actually attended this school. It is a well-funded school that does tend to focus the most on its sports faci...
It was the summer after I graduated from high school. Here were two eighteen year olds, my friend Craig and myself, with time on our hands. There were no girls around and we spent time sitting on the floor at Craig's parents' house listening to records. "God I'm horny," Craig said to me. I knew exactly how he felt. Craig was always the more forceful of the...
Mark's sneaky text in Part 4 set up a great night for Brian and Josh, a long-time friend that you can read more about in Part 1. After I figuratively tore Mark a new one, I responded to Josh's text. Josh intended to stay with me for a week. He was one of my best friends from high school. As a loyal person who believes friends are family, I wasn't in a posi...