Summary: Straight guy discovers the secret world of white submission. Note: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing this story. Black dominance: Accidental text It was a normal day; a normal boring day like every other day, when I got a text. Hungry for cock, cocksucker? I stared at it for a minute; it was from a number I didn't recognize. I tex...
EXTRA CREDIT Robert and Brandon, better known as Robbie and Brandy, had just showered after tennis practice. Two of their teammates, Benji and Chris were still in the shower having sex. Benji faced the shower wall as Chris drove his cock into the sweet ass of his teammate. In the locker room seated naked on the bench were two other teammates, Christian and...
*Author's Note: I wanted to tell this chapter from both perspectives. I tried to make the POV change as painless as possible. Please let me know what you think.* Chapter 4: Relocated Bobby filled my thoughts as I put my clothes in my dresser. I had been with Bobby everyday over the past few months and it felt like a piece of me left when he rode back home...
Nick came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He would have turned to go into his bedroom—in fact, he should have done that—if he hadn't seen that he'd missed with the toss of the used condom toward the wastebasket in Brandon's room. And there was the spilt condom packet on the floor next to the bed too. Brandon was laid out on his stomach on...
"Why Goa? And where is it?" The question had come from the second row of those few sitting in the dimly lit voluminous lecture hall at Georgetown University, the venerable Jesuit-founded stone Gothic-style campus towering over the Potomac River west of the Washington, D.C., city center. The query was posed to the tall, thin, distinguished-looking professor...
Dear Readers, Sorry for being away. Hope you'll enjoy something a little different. —Steve ***** Part I: The Friday For the words: "You're too young." May their shallow depth be recognized. The day that Professor Jason Argos, MFA, handed back the memoir assignments to his Creative Nonfiction class, Ben Patterson was uneasy. It was unlike Profes...
Dear Readers, I apologize for the time of which I've taken to get the next parts to you. I know a lot of you were hoping for another chapter of "Prom Night." If you've taken a look at the comments on both the last chapter of that story and the previous chapter of this one, then you know now that I still intend to continue both of them. If you haven't stumb...
Something about the sheer dress socks made Charles nervous. He was at his bed, fully dressed in his best three-piece suit, lush paisley tie knotted around his crisp cutaway collar, grosgrain braces to match, silk handkerchief spilling out of his breast pocket, glittering cufflinks--the whole nine yards. But he saved the sheer socks for last. It was the way...
Stefan Riley was by far the hottest guy in Professor Davies physics class. Built like an athlete, with the face of a model, he was a perfect specimen. But, the best thing about Stefan in Professor Davies opinion was his smell. Professor Davis had a scent kink since he was a young man. Now forty years old, his love for man stink was still strong as ever. No...
Terry could still get hard from the memory of that cold October day, when he had experienced his first gay encounter. He had been just nineteen, a freshman at college who had got in on a football scholarship. He had been late for English Lit and the professor had played the role of an angry bitch, putting him on the spot for his tardiness… “Mr. McKenna, you...