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...
The next day dragged by so slowly, I had to resist the urge to release my frustration on a number of occasions. I wanted to make sure I had plenty of cum for the night ahead, so I just sat and watched a few videos while fully clothed. I wanted to make sure that I knew as many of the possible positions to be in for sucking cock and fucking ass, so I didn't lo...
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If you have been following my story, you know that Randy, a friend of mine since high school, has been blackmailing my girlfriend Sandy and me for the last few weeks. Sandy and I agreed to be his sex slaves for one month, as long as at the end of that term, he would turn over the compromising videos he filmed of me. I was the first to be blackmailed into ga...
My divorce was final and I was beginning to understand what it really cost me. It wasn't the attorney's bill, the lost equity in the house, or the lump sum I paid to avoid monthly alimony. I'd recover from all of that. No, the real cost was the realization that my sex life was probably over. I'm 45 and I'm no Chris Hemsworth. Not even an aging Chris Hemswort...
The sun was just going down. What a day it had been. I knew I had to try and get a couple of photographs of this from the observatory. How lucky am I, I was allowed up, probably the last for the day. The lift rocketed up as it does. I check my messages from my wife. The lift stops. I am on the observatory level - oh my god, what a view! I have the whole flo...
I was walking up a small hill in our town park. At the park pavilion itself there was large family type party in progress sponsored by my company and I was in fact the one who did the planning for it. The boss's wife was now handling it. It wasn't that I didn't like the people but I no longer had a family and felt out of place. I was walking away from the p...
Neal wasn't the sort of guy people noticed much. He could walk through a room of people talking—even a room full of people he knew—and get to the other side without being greeted or noticed. He could have conversations with strangers and then the stranger wouldn't recognize him if they met again. He was a guy of no standout talents, no distinctive looks othe...
My name is Heracles. Better known as Hercules, the greatest superhero of the Ancient World. A Symbol of Masculinity and Military Power. A lot has been written about me. Some call me the Son of Zeus, King of the Gods. Stepson of Amphitryon, Commander in Chief of the Army of Thebes, the most powerful country in the land of Greece. Cousin of Eurystheus, King of...
I thought I had emptied myself during my shower. I wound up making many visits to my bathroom that morning to empty the cum from my bowels. Each time I was amazed how much I released. The cum belches had gotten annoying. Both, though, were pleasant reminders of last nights gangbang. I made myself a late breakfast. I responded to texts from my Sons. I was on...