My head was jammed between a powerful thigh and a the rhymically heaving muscles of a hard stomach. My lips were pressed to the dark, oily skin of his belly, any brief respite in his breathing was the only chance of gasping for breath myself. How was this ebony Adonis able trap me so? My own tanned body had been oiled a long time ago, sweat had added to to t...
The rest of graduation week was uneventful. There were a couple of bullshit pledge things I had to endure but for the most part me and my sore ass were left alone. I spent most of the time studying and taking exams. There was an odd requirement that I remain naked and sexually available to all the senior brothers while in the house that week. That however wa...
I stared at my son David. He was oiling up with our opponents, and god he looked amazing. Time had been more than kind to me, but my child—who, having just turned 20, was exactly half my age—was exceptional. He shared my 6'3 height, as well as my muscled frame. Years of tennis, weights, and wrestling practice had helped him along, and I couldn't have been mo...
The next evening at exactly seven the pledges were assembled in the main room on the first floor of the house. Since Craig and I had not taken our official council oath we decided that it would be inappropriate to use the council room. Colin and the third incoming council member Daniel Sellers were the only other full brother in attendance. I did not know Da...
Even though I am a little long in the tooth, my cock is in good shape. Not ten inches long, but it still fires like a NASA missile, with a few rare exceptions as when a missile explodes off target or veers off into outer space and is never seen again. No missile is perfect. Often, I feel a certain long and low pulsation back behind my sizable balls that mos...
It's monday morning. Overcast , but warm. The first day this year that I've managed to bike to work. I pull round to the side of the building, beep my door card and awkwardly waddle my bike through the too small side door. The little basement of my office building is part car park, part bike racks and part storage., Weird stacks of things loom in the corner...
I was 34 years old when I was hired by the insurance company. The company shall remain nameless, but it was one of the biggest. I liked the job. There were six other agents and a manager in the office I was assigned to. Everyone seemed to get along well together. The manager liked to have his agents work together whenever possible, consequently I worked, at...
It had been three days since I had been fucked four times within two days, and I was hiding out. I had taken a by-week apartment made over from a motel not too far from the campus, dropped the logic class, and kept as low a profile as I could. I'd found the former motel too noisy to study in, so I was camped out in a small overgrown park nearby, where I was...
I arrived home to see that our parking area was blocked off by Adams' work truck and thus, had to park down the road a little bit. 'So, Adam is still here. I wonder if he is finished!' I checked the mail box and walked as quietly as possible into the house and changed into a pair of skimpy shorts and t-shirt; then went downstairs to the lounge area. Our h...
When Kanga was growing up in a small village in Central Africa in the sixties there was only one white man around. And this man, a Greek who owned a small trading business, fascinated Kanga no end. Mr Antonopoulos' store was the only one for miles around. The buses used to stop right outside and passengers would alight to buy their groceries before continui...