Pete need not have brought up my knowledge of Johnny The Club Wallace. I had that particular fucker ingrained deep inside me. A couple of years before Pete even transferred to the NYPD from San Francisco—and before I had been assigned to homicide—I'd been working the gangster beat. I'd gotten a bit too close to Wallace's employers in the Mafia, and that's w...
Chapter 1 David Glasspool knew he was lucky, knew he should feel lucky, but didn't feel very lucky at all. He was tall, six foot three inches, muscular, and very good-looking. His mother worked nights at Ludmeyer Bread so that he could go to Brother Martin High School, rather than one of the public schools in New Orleans. In the tenement building that he a...
As the stats for the round flashed across the screen, Alex and I both took another sip from our drinks- rum and Coke for him, a beer for me. "Jeez, you keep beating me. I may as well be sucking your dick," Alex sighed with a smile. I laughed and grinned back mischievously. "Yeah, loser has to suck the winner's dick," I teased. But a sudden rush of blood to...
Recently I was out of town on a business trip and sitting in my hotel room viewing porn on my laptop. I decided it was time for a break, so I put on my clothes and headed downstairs to the lounge. I sat at the bar and noticed these 2 late 30's women at a table laughing, obviously drunk and talking loud. They were ok looking as one was skinny and fairly flat...
It was another of our poker nights, we were playing poker with a few friends from work. Sarah and I now had a well practiced routine, we found it eased potential partners into what we had planned. Sarah and I were both very good poker players, we could direct the game however we wished. Sarah was winning, she announced that this was boring, and that we shou...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
WARNING: I tend to use the "n-word" in my stories quite a bit. If you cannot handle reading that word, then this story isn't for you! Remember that this story is entirely fictional and should not be taken seriously by anyone. =========================== "I can't believe I fucking wrecked it." I muttered, slamming my hands down on my steering wheel. I conti...
The thing about Kale Daley was that he had worked hard for his position at Founder's High. He had never been naturally athletic—on the contrary, he was quite clumsy when he was a boy. But who would guess that now? His childhood was full of mistakes that he'd worked hard to correct, and his reputation was fire-forged under his sharp eye and the sweat of his b...
Ch1- The Encounter. They say if you stare at something for too long it breaks. I definitely hope not because I had been staring at this guy for at least over 5 minutes. Food stuffed in my mouth. God's grace he didn't notice me gawking at him. I sat there behind the plant poking my head out just out of his sight but he just within mine. My words can't even...
Disclaimer: All characters in this fictional story are 18 years of age or older. My name is Doug, and I am a submissive cocksucker. And I just can't help myself. I tried to deny it at first, but now I want a guy to just make me suck his cock. I am 24 now, and the following are some of my adventures. It all started when I was 18 and after I graduated sch...