My interest in black men had taken a bit of a dive because I had met a few arrogant ones who considered themselves God's gift. Although they all had big cocks and very lickable arseholes, their company left a lot to be desired. And when you're in a predominantly black country that can be a problem. Then one day I was in the tyre shop, getting some new used...
Diary of a Cock Sucker. Chapter 21. In which our hero needs a shower. I spend the day at work looking forward to the evening where I have a reprise with my companion of several days ago. We met on a bicycle club group ride some weeks ago and have seen each other a few times since. We agreed several days ago that we would have dinner tonight at my place w...
There were certain things in this universe that could always be counted on. The smell of old socks coming from the boy’s locker room. The pack of giggling females that crowded around the first-string quarterback as he slid down the hall. And the way Dillon Carver’s heart slammed against his chest every time he saw Jamie Walker. James, he mentally corrected h...
The three story red brick building looked old, but was fairly well kept. Manicured shrubs were trimmed to just below the first row of windows along the front face of the hotel. The main entrance had a large covered porch where you could drive up and drop off your luggage then turn your keys over to an attendant who would park your car for you. The attendant...
[This was written for a "bend the story of a song" exercise. It's a flight of fancy on a take on the Act I duet, "Au fond du temple saint," which immortalizes Georges Bizet's opera, Pearl Fishers, from the aspect of the Pearl Fishers being staged as a homoerotic production. (It is best read accompanied by listening to a recording of the duet.)] * I am alre...
As a cast member of the off-off-off-Broadway comedy play about a girl and her horse, of course I was included in the upcoming Halloween party. It was to be held next week the on Monday before the 31st. It's an off day since almost no one goes to see any show then. On the other days, there was a pretty good sized audience so the run was extended for another m...
Note to reader: The following series of encounters are 100% non-fiction, best of my ability accounts of my real life encounters with horny men. Names, locations, and revealing details were altered to protect identities of course. PREFACE: Hi. My name is Rye. I am a cute, 5'9", blonde, big booty, white boy...with a hunger. I have a fairly symmetrical face...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** I awoke to the near deafening sound of rain falling on the tin roof. I was alone in bed, but not alone in the house. I could smell something cooking and sat up in bed, wondering where Kurt found food to cook. Was that bacon? Getting out of bed, I walked into the kitchen and looked...
Chapter 14 – The B-word I'm in the middle of my early morning errand when I get a text from Cory's roommate. hes acting all weird and emo fix it I briefly wonder what exactly Romero thinks I can do, but I figure I might as well get details. he wont get out of bed and is skipping class again Seriously, that's it? Sleeping in and skipping class. How is th...
"Trevor." Lion shook him gently. "Wake up." "Unf." Trevor turned over. "Come on." Lion poked him. Trevor turned to face him with a frown. "Leander it's early." "Thought you might like a shower." Lion stroked his forehead softly, Trevor nuzzled into his hand and smiled, he sat up and yawned before stumbling over himself to get to the bathroom. He glance...