Everyone called him John, but his real name was Juan. It reminded me of how the Pittsburg Pirates called baseball great Roberto Clemente "Bobbie" instead of Roberto to make him more palatable to white fans. The only difference is that Juan wanted everyone to call him John instead of Juan to make himself less Latin. He wasn't black like Clemente, but had the...
As I entered the patio, I thought I’d feel more trepidation. After all I thought, in the last 12 hours I’d found myself kissing a man, sucking a very large cock, swallowing cum and being fucked in the ass by a beautiful transvestite. But, much to my surprise I didn’t feel at all uncomfortable. I just had, I decided, the most interesting 12 hours of my life!...
The pandemic is keeping me from going out and having sex with groups of strangers in public, and from having 20 or more strange men shoot their cum all over my face, which obviously isn't the best way to keep from catching something infectious, and it is even taking away my opportunities to serve my black master. So I'll write about something that happened t...
I heard the door open. Someone entered the room and the door clicked closed behind them. Adrenaline flowed through my body in anticipation. I stayed motionless, listening to the figure move around the room, increasingly aware of my own vulnerable position. As instructed I was on all fours on the bed, blindfolded. I was clad in a lacy black g-string and mat...
As the head of his fat five inch thickly veined cocky touched my oiled rosebud my heart leapt. I had a fluttering feeling in my chest as I anticipated the ecstasy to come as I lowered myself onto his throbbing manhood. I looked down at my man. At fifty-three, greying and bald, he nonetheless cut a fine figure in a tight-fitting white G-string, he'd told me h...
All comments and criticism welcome. My Boss, My Master: Losing it I kept up my office routine, even though I knew Mr. Compton was out of town and might not be back for the rest of the week. Each morning, I would stop in the lobby restroom, change into a pair of panties and then head to my office. I quickly found that I liked the feel of women's underw...
"Miss Lendell, please send in my next appointment." I stretched behind my desk wishing the stress of the day to ease up. A romantic dinner with Beth would make it all worthwhile I thought as I cleared my desk in preparation for my next new parolee. I heard my office door open and I asked them to come in and take a chair. When I looked up I froze involuntari...
I'm in no mood for games tonight. I'm horny, and I want to fuck you hard, Kyleen, and make you scream and cry. I yank your shirt over your head and pull your pants off, leaving you wearing just your red silky girly G-string. I kick off my pants, and then I step behind you, pull my cock out of the slot in the front of my boxer shorts, and start rubbing my dic...
I take a deep breath, barely believing what I'm about to do. The car is still running and I consider leaving, but know that I won't. I came this far. I'm here to stay. I grab the plastic bag in the passenger seat and look at the contents. It's a thin blue thong bathing suit. Not a man's thong (which somehow would make this better), but a bathing suit bottom...
This is a work of fiction. It contains descriptions of graphic sex between men. The disclaimers apply: if you are too young or a repressive government does not permit you to read it, stop. You have been sternly admonished. All rights reserved. This is a continuing story from the "Beach Day" series. It is highly recommended to read those first to see how And...