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...
Man, I am finally exactly where I want to be. Right now, I'm getting fucked in the ass by a nerdy Asian guy named Jerome Lee while I'm sucking the dick of a skinny White dude named Andrew Stephens. These two gay studs are dominant Masters and I play the role of the sexually submissive Black male slave. Why are we doing this? It's a really interesting twist o...
During my years of exploring the world, and getting my rocks off in as many different ways, and places, as possible, the first time I enjoyed a sex romp at a highway rest area was back in the mid-nineties. I had been returning to Austin, Texas, for my senior year at the university when the need for a bathroom stop got the better of me. Too much McDonald's dr...
Matt's tongue was hanging out even before they entered Loudon County in Perry's Mustang, as well-groomed estate after large country mansion rolled by in gorgeous rolling countryside along the eastern foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains. As an architecture student, he was in heaven. He was wearing a new form-fitting shirt and slacks from Joseph A. Banks and...
Robert and Gary, the two dads, got home Sunday evening. Bill and Lee were preparing spaghetti and garlic bread to welcome them when they came into the kitchen. Both dads were sunburned and wearing band tee shirts and shorts. Robert's hair was blown all over his head and Gary was wearing a goofy bucket hat. They still looked totally hot. "How was the trip d...
Prologue When I first wake up, my head is pounding and I have no idea where I am. This definitely isn't my hotel room, I know that much. I turn my head to the left, and two things happen: first, my headache subsides, and second, my cock twitches in arousal at what I see. Fast asleep next to me is what I can only describe a He-Man: sandy-coloured hair in an...
[This is a completed four-chapter story that will post within ten days] ***** He should have known. He should have known that Hal Etheridge wouldn't have had him brought to a fleabag hotel like the Downtowner on 14th Street. Etheridge wouldn't be in a place like this. Chaz and Fred, two of Etheridge's minions—goons, really—had met Jason at the elevators on...
I should never have been flip when Vincent asked me about that photo of Phil and me I kept on the shelf in my cubicle at work. I didn't really want to talk about Phil. We'd been roommates at the university. He'd been the star athlete and I'd been the quiet, studious geek. Still, we'd gotten along real well. Night and day we were called at school. But I'd had...
By the time they'd finished with me, I was a cum-covered mess. Hot jism was leaking out my well-reamed ass, dribbling out my lips and down my chin, sprayed across my chest, matted in my hair -- there wasn't one part of me that wasn't doused in spunk. How many had there been? I lost count. I remember being surrounded by five hard cocks, working my way around...
Oh, man. This is what I like. I wince in pain mixed with pleasure as Jason O'Leary slams his cock into my asshole. Man, if I knew this young White guy had such a big dick, I would have hooked up with him a long time ago. My name is John Etienne. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And I am that...