Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
"Do you take it up the ass?" I froze in place on the barstool. I couldn't believe he said that to me. I stared intently at the pool tables on the other side of the bar, ignoring him, not saying a word. His large hand, which had been lightly stroking my lower back, moved to my thigh. Between the bigness of his hand and the smallness of my body, he was ab...
This day's haul of random stolen goods included a fresh cigarette, a tag that had been ripped off a mattress, a pen cap, an elastic band for long hair, and a scrap of torn fabric. The fabric was what bothered Arthur. It reeked of cigarettes, so he didn't understand why Benny had taken it. It felt like cotton, maybe from a T-shirt. Benny watched as Arthur thr...
"Go faster. Stroke it harder and faster." Gabriel was lying on his back gripping the sheets of his bed. Ian was kneeling by the bed with his hand gripped tight around Gabriel's cock. Gabriel was panting, desperately trying to gasp for breath. "Fuck I missed this " Ian leaned over and wrapped his lips around Gabriel's cock. This was absolute heaven. He loved...
I closed my eyes to the sounds of Vinnie anally fucking his transsexual friend, James. If they were kissing, making out, and groping one another, I didn't want to know. James was scheduled to do more prison time after violating his conditions of parole and Vinnie, for some bizarre reason, decided to have sex with his cellmate as a going away gift, even tho...
There are scenes of unprotected sex depicted in his story. In all cases it was between the two main characters, who are in a committed, monogamous relationship and were tested. If you aren't in the same kind of relationship, then you should always protect yourself and wear a condom. * "Did you see what I got from my dad?" Asked Randy as he walked through...
Hello guys and welcome to the 7th chapter of this lovely story. I'm really happy and thankful because the previous chapter was received positively and the rates were really wonderful. It is currently on number 3 on gay top stories in the last 30 days. It is really good knowing that my readers are always out there, waiting for me to post something. I love you...
This is my Centennial story, dedicated with thanks to my partner who came up with the first pairing I ever posted and who set the challenge of the occupations of the characters in this. "You are behaving like a spoilt brat, Gareth." "Am I really? Perhaps I have good grounds," Gareth retaliated as he continued to pace. "Getting a new Anaesthetist is hard...
Marc pulled his suitcase into the parlor of Waverton with his eyes firmly on the Turkish rugs. Unable to manage a glance up at the carved grand staircase he had been thinking about for two months, he shuffled across the carpets towards the front desk. He should've canceled the trip and eaten the five hundred dollar deposit. "Reservation for Rosini," he gru...
Before he met Nate, Brandon always thought gay marriages were for other guys, not him. He didn’t care that the state didn’t recognize them. As far as he was concerned, God made a marriage, not city hall. No, the reason he didn’t take most gay marriages seriously was because half the gay couples he knew cheated on each other whenever the notion struck. To be...