Everyone called him John, but his real name was Juan. It reminded me of how the Pittsburg Pirates called baseball great Roberto Clemente "Bobbie" instead of Roberto to make him more palatable to white fans. The only difference is that Juan wanted everyone to call him John instead of Juan to make himself less Latin. He wasn't black like Clemente, but had the...
Finally, a sweaty Mr. Jorgenson rolled off James, semen trickling off his dick and onto the sheets. James flipped over, exposing his chest. It was sticky with cum. A moment passed as they caught their breath. All of a sudden, they heard a keycard click as the door swung open. Before James and Mr. Jorgenson could do anything, Matt and Josh burst into the roo...
It was barely light outside when I stumbled downstairs for my morning coffee from yet another night of sleeplessness. I was so out of it I could almost convince myself that last night didn't happen. That I didn't give Ryan a hand job. That I didn't swallow his cum... I poured myself coffee and, as was increasingly my habit lately (in my own house), went int...
Dylan Bardsworthy had just moved to Bentley, New York and was trying desperately to make friends and fit in. It wasn't an easy thing for the normally shy Dylan to do, but he wanted so badly to make friends that he was ready to do anything. Unfortunately for Dylan, that led to him making a very bad decision one Friday evening. .... Chapter One: Why me? Dyl...
Clusters of Turks sit cross-legged on richly woven carpets. Young men still in their late teens, idle and relaxed in these last days of summer, they glance up from teacups when I enter, their dark eyes like shadows, watching as I cross the room and stand at the desk and wait for the man behind it to give me a towel. A barrel-chested, shirtless man, he smil...
"I thought it would be a good idea to buy Bobby a suit," Gladys Bradley told the little Italian tailor whose shop was down the road from their apartment. "Not only for the dance, but with Bobby going to college in a couple of months he'll probably need a suit for other things." "A college boy now huh?" Tony Caruso asked as he rubbed the dense 5 o'clock shad...
So, this happened to me back in high school when I was in my final year. I was in my late teens, quite tall and slim, shaggy dark hair. I knew at that point I was interested in guys, but had buried that fact, deep. I'd had girlfriends and was popular among my small group of friends. But, I guess because of my grunge look, a group of more 'cool' kids regularl...
WARNING! Contains: incest, and slight abuse. (All characters are over the age of 18 and are completely fictional) Enjoy! ***** Brady slumped down in his chair arms folded across his chest as he watched his enemy from across the table. I fucking hate you. The boy thought as he continued to watch his father cheerfully cut coupons. Brady moved his long bla...
Author's Notes: After shopping this story around a bit I couldn't find the right editor for it so it is presented "as is". If it sucks, feel free to say so but try to be helpful with your comments if possible! This is my first story written from a male perspective (Julie and Dom started out as one, and there's a sentence I missed in there that proves it!)....
The next morning Greg woke up with a start. "What time is it?" He turned reaching over Bruce grabbing the clock on the nightstand. They had both went to sleep not long after making love. Neither of them had meant to go to sleep. And they had both forgotten Greg had to be up early the next morning. "Shit..." he clamored out of bed running naked into the showe...