Brandon got out of class, his stomach was growling with hunger, when he got out of class he could feel the warm air hit his face, it was still hot in San Bernardino, the college still seemed the same after Brandon took a small break for the summer but it would soon change within fall and winter. Brandon put his hands in his pocket, he had just enough for a s...
Chapter 41: Thirst For Help A van drives in the dark road, bypassing thick trees on either side of the, with only the moon as a source of light, as the headlights of the vehicle are shut off. "Are we there yet?" Came a light voice. "Hell if I know," Answered a deeper voice, "She only said to keep moving until we find a large block. Dudn't she know from bu...
My wife, Melanie informed me that a foreign-exchange student would be here this week and they'd be staying with us for the summer. I didn't much care but since she came back from her mission trip, she keeps yapping about helping needy youngsters in poverty stricken countries. I just shrug and continue to enjoy the life of retirement so I went to mow my grass...
It all started back when I was about 20. I had only moved out of the family home a couple of months ago and moved in with my 23 year old cousin Trent. Since I moved in with him we had been doing everything, getting blind drunk every weekend. Since I had no job I just sat home all day looking for jobs. The summer holidays came around and we were trying to get...
It had been a long flight. The change over in Dubai had been tiring, just killing time to when the next flight took off. Then the joys of immigration, queuing with 100s of other tired and miserable people, just waiting to get through the desks, pick up luggage and get to the hotel. And here he was, safely checked into his Bangkok hotel, 2am and yet, due to t...
If sex can break friendship, love can heal it. After that fateful night at the cabin, things changed rapidly among me and my friends. Darryl had not spoken a word to any of us, but me and the others had grown closer than normal male friends would ever get. It was only a week later when I found myself on the dirty carpet floor of Franz' house again, again su...
My name is Earl Dickins (bald headed black guy, 6'1, 295 pounds) and to be honest, I don't even know how to begin this little tale of mine. Hell, you probably wouldn't even believe me if I did tell you. I'm the eighteen year old son of Dr. Clyve B Dickins, world renowned scientist on the subject of human cloning. While the vast majority of the medical commu...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
My name is Donavan. I am 5’9”, curly brown hair, and about 165 pounds soooing wet. I wish I could tell you there was anything specula about me, but to be real, I’m just a average. In every sense of the word. Today was like any other day. I woke up at 6 am in order to go the hellhole I call a job. Just a giant hellhole designed to suck your soul out. The wors...
If there's one thing I loved about Cain, it was the way his sweat pooled at the small of his back. We'd exchanged a few words in bio class freshman year and I always found him kind of arrogant, but nothing could change the excitement I felt watching him drenched in sweat at the gym. He looked like the classic straight man I tried not to let myself be attract...