Everything in this story really happened... right up and until the part after I started choking (a.k.a the good part) ----------------------------------- Crushing on a guy usually brings out my stalker-ish tendencies. It's been like that for as far as I can remember. In school I would stare at a crush of mine until my eyes burned out... or he caught me loo...
21-year-old Jason Charles found himself laying down on the bed in the hotel room that he was splitting with his line brother Deyonte. He was fully dressed for the cocktail hour that his Fraternity was hosting. He was a legacy and a recent initiate of Omega Psi Phi Fraternity Incorporated and this was his first conference. His fraternity was holding their St...
Part 3 (J's Nasty Night)... Getting fucked for the first time was the shit. It totally blew my mind that my boy, Derrick, was the one that got up in me. Before that night, it never crossed my mind that he even looked at me in that way. I was always curious about what it was like to get fucked, but no nigga was hard enough for me to give my shit up to. Eve...
Wyatt was walking to his dorm room from the library at his college campus after a long night of study and after he finished swimming practice. Wyatt practiced really hard for the upcoming tryouts to make swim team. At 19 years old, Wyatt was the quiet type, he didn't like partying like everyone else. His parents were never in his life so he was adopted but h...
Being a bottom myself, I had never looked at anyone, but tops. My new friend, Shawn, had me feeling some kind of way. It was weird, because he was also a bottom, but there was something about him that turned me on. He wasn't real masculine, nor did he ever come onto me. Shawn was definitely not someone that I would look twice at. I mean, he's cute, but not...
After the intense kissing session that I had with Jamal I realized that I had shot a load in my pants. I went up to my room to take a shower... a cold one at that. While I washed up, I thought about how good I handled that situation... with Jamal and with Quinn. Jamal could have just taken me back to my room and fucked me all over the place but I didn't le...
WARNING: This story contains EXTREME examples of fictional racism. If you are not okay with racial slurs or this type of raceplay, then please for the love of god don't leave some half-brained comment expressing your hate...just move on. It is important to remember that all themes and subjects covered in this story are completely FICTIONAL. This story does n...
"Mr. Howard?!... What are you doing here?" I say. Mr. Howard looked at me with a puzzled look on his face. "Tyler? You know Darius?" he asked. "Darius is my friend, I just came to visit him." I say. "How do you know him?" I ask. "Darius is my son," he said. My eyebrows rose from total shock. "Oh! Your son? But his last name is Ford?" I ask in conf...
Family dinners at the MacIntoshes had been a highlight of my week. Having their unwavering support throughout our relationship had been a gift to Breeze and me, a buffer against the usual pressures of living an out life. Sunday dinner had always been a safe space, and that didn't change when my father joined the party. Granted, spending time with us at the h...
Jarred woke up earlier than usually, naked and in a yawning stretch, he steps in front of his bedroom mirror. Tall, dark hair, built, and very handsome with chestnut brown eyes, high cheek bones, strong jaw, and thick plump lips. The perfectly soft, light dusting of body hair that covers his body is the icing on his cake. He's conceited, to be sure. He n...