Time quickly passed, Dad and I enjoyed each other sexually for many months, but school was over, graduation was now here, I had been accepted to a University many miles away. Frankie and I were to be in the same university, probably sharing the same dorm room. My dream of leaving this small town had come to fruition, Frankie and I would be in a smaller city,...
My names Joe and I'm a student at university that always thought I was straight. I've had sex with several women and even had serious long term relationships, so I never thought that I was interested in men at all. I didn't think there was anything different about me. I was always a keen masturbator, sometimes spending whole evenings wanking myself off. It...
Contrary to what you might have heard, life in Canada is far from easy. Especially if you're an immigrant. Actually, make that if you're an immigrant of color. Immigrants from Europe have an easy time here. Everybody else has to watch their backs. The bigotry I run into as a young Black man living around these parts is more subtle than what I'm used to in th...
I take three- to five-mile hikes about twice weekly. I have five nearby nature trails I rotate through (in addition to a few more urban walks). The park I went to recently—at the town's reservoir—has been on the Internet for years as a male pickup spot, although the police seemed to have stopped that a few years ago, I thought—and the pickup spots (the restr...
Kyle was an adventuresome, inventive, strong-minded young man. In short, he was a smartass. He'd been raised by maids and chauffeurs, and he was spending his college freshman year abroad with the floating University of the Pacific not because he was brilliant—which, in some ways, he was—but because his parents didn't know what to do with him and better out o...
Throughout his life, Michael Baker has always been middle of the road. The best way to describe him was average. His life has always been average. He's lived in an average home, in an average neighborhood and in an average town. He's have had the same grades, social life and even experiences that is nothing short of average. There is nothing really spect...
The Adventures of Urlen – Chapter 5 It's funny how differently men grasp their cocks when they masturbate. Maybe it's in the genes or maybe it's happenstance and perhaps it also has to do with whether or not they're cut or how tight their foreskin is. I guess there's no school for masturbators because no-one ever teaches us how to do it. My friend, Steve,...
'Fuck YES, cocksucker. Work that fucking mouth on my big dick . . . fucking gag on it you little bitch.' The words rang out through the relative silence of the locker room - silent other than the slurping, gulping noises Sam Callister made as his pouty, teenage lips slid hungrily up and down eight thick inches of rock-hard teen meat. Luke Brady, eighteen-y...
Matt didn't return to Ravensworth until the next morning. Judge Atherton had asked him to spend at least the night after Matt had demurred on a more permanent residency. "I'll pay you $500 to sleep in my bed tonight and receive my cock," Atherton had said. "I think that would be an insult to your prowess," Matt answered. "If you want me under you tonight,...
Oh, man. This stuff really hurts. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I'm getting fucked in the ass. My name is Henry Mohammed. A six-foot-four, lean and muscular African man living in the City of Vancouver, Province of British Columbia. I work as a Police Officer in the City and I'm a closet Bisexual. Right now, I'm getting fucked by my boyfri...