I finally got home 'bout 11 o'clock and I knew damn well that my boy, Pepe, would be pissed. I hadn't called and I'd switched my fuckin' mobile off, both of which would have had him half-mad, half-scared. I wheeled the AC Cobra into my big drive. I've gotta nice place, like I said before, the dungeon business is a big money business, when you do it right. T...
My name is Michael Charleston. I am a young black man living in New York City. I attend the state university and currently, I am taking up business administration. It's alright, I guess. The story that I'm about to tell you takes place during Spring Break of 2006. I had decided to hang out with my friends whom I hadn't seen in a long time. I'm referring of...
Coming out to my parents was a mistake. Well, it seemed like that at the time. It was my eighteenth birthday, three weeks before Christmas, and well into my senior year of high school. I had known for years that I was gay, even before I knew what the words "gay" and "faggot" meant, and I had confirmed it a few times with guys at school who were horny enough...
Though weekends are the most reliably crowded periods, at times, the rushed aspects of that resulting free time can be frustrating. I was even losing faith that something more than quick endings would occur, to my semi-frustration. Glory holes certainly offer speed in getting off as a main attraction, but taking less time from beginning to cumming than even...
Authors Note: Parts of this story are true and some parts fantasy. Part 2 will follow shortly. My past was fairly normal. I did fairly well in school, with math being my worst subject and phys education my best. I was extremely shy and lacked confidence and this inhibited my dating life. I had little sexual experience until nineteen when a girl I dated gave...
I have a fantasy about my best friend. We've been close since high school, bros doing bro stuff together, and as the years have gone on and we've gotten older our bro stuff has gotten older too. But we've always maintained the core of our relationship, the bro-dude template that defines everything about who we are. He's the alpha, the bigger, stronger one,...
*********Everyone in this story is fiction and are over the age of 18******** The sun was barely rising when I heard my father's knock on my door. I rolled over and opened my eyes and yelled out a raspy, "I'm awake" He simply replied with an, "Okay, breakfast is being made." I pulled the sheet over my head to cover the sunlight and closed my eyes. I remai...
Riding back after the latest 3 hour bathhouse visit, ass feeling really good in a new way, as if it would love to continue being rimmed and finger fucked for another hour or two. Rarely has a visit started so unevenly, and then ending up revealing - and fulfilling - more about my desires, exposed in a place where they are so easily indulged. Men are not al...
Jonathan woke slowly, as someone strange to him, was calling out his name. He felt him gently patting his face. The sound of his voice seemed so foreign to him. This was someone he has not met... did not know. As his eyes fluttered open, he realized he was back in the hospital again. In a intoxicated, confused state, his mind seemed to only want the sweetn...
Mitch was a lot older than the rest of us in the college program. He was an ex-Marine. Back from a second tour in Iraq, catching up with his life. He would be a natural leader among the students even if his playing skills didn't shine brightly above the rest of ours in all of the intermural sports we played to let off steam. Even in choosing sides and gettin...