Prologue Two house mates live in Chicago. Rio McCullough is a 23 year old, recent graduate. He is 5'9, with a light-skinned brown complexion. Originally from Florida, he is handsome - a pretty boy with a nicely toned body, short dreadlocks and a slim waist that sits on top of well-toned legs and a thick, bubble booty. Jermaine Brookes is his closest friend...
This is a story of fiction, any similarities to real people or events is merely coincidental. In British slang "to trump" means to expel gas through the anus often in a highly audible way. I guess there are other things that one can "trump" out of their ass. * When I got out of college, my aspirations were to be the best political candidate the nation wou...
Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he hinted that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had it all. Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed...
As Ethan came in from work, he saw his roommate, Jon, on the couch watching TV. Jon wasn't moving so he assumed that he was asleep. He was still wearing his clothes from work, which, for a construction worker were tight t-shirts, tight jeans, and work boots. "Hey," Jon said, barely turning around to see Ethan setting down his briefcase and taking his jacke...
I hadn't planned on a sequel to "The Rescue of Brian" with this being my first attempt at a gay/bi story but the surprisingly positive response to my story has prompted me to write about Brian's story. So here it goes. Brian: I had just turned 18, graduated from high school, was dating the prettiest girl in school and was looking forward to college in the...
Times were hard and I realized hard times meant stringent measures. During a passive get-together with a pal who turned out to be my first lover, he hinted that if ever I got hard up I could always rent my body, because I had it all. Well he was speaking from experience because he had well and truly lavished me in a manner to which I soon became accustomed...
Rick could hear the rich tones of Jason Jenkins' speech to his volunteers in the bull pen down the hall over the nearer-to-hand grunts of Herald Hastings. The young college student's belly was pressed into the Xerox machine flap in the copy machine at campaign headquarters, and the candidate's chief of staff was crouched over his rump, hands grasping his hip...
All participants are over 18. ***** When Jeremy moved back to the big city, I was bereft. I would have followed him there but he said ass was cheap in the city. That was all I was to him for as long as we were together. There really was no "we"; I was just a receptacle for him to drop a load in. I couldn't blame Jeremy; he never promised me anything or led...
As Marty awoke, for a blissful moment he didn't remember the events of the previous night. He didn't remember the sick, twisted things that had been done to him – that he had allowed to be done to him. That he'd sucked on another man's cock. That he'd been folded in half and fucked like a well-used slut. That he'd been paid for the entire thing, then had in...
There sat a cabin. Small. Sturdy. Well-built. A short hike off the Appalachian Trail. Just two-and-a-half miles from the nearest town. The owner was a man in his mid-fifties with gray-green eyes, a dusting of frosty hair on his head, and a full, untamed white beard that covered much of face and came down to his upper chest. The man had two dogs - both mutts....