In order to graduate from college, I had to take a culture social studies class, so I took African studies with Professor White my senior year. Dr. White was a radical black man in his early fifties who had frosty grey in his hair, wore a bow tie and was very proper in his teaching approach. This class was extremely difficult and I was not doing well. One...
The next week, I decided I was going to see Professor White and Jenta once again to earn myself an A in my African studies class rather than just settle for the B in which I had already earned. I emailed Dr. White to tell him that we would meet after class on Thursday. When class had ended I followed him to his office. Dr. White poured himself a scotch and w...
I needed to hurry him along. I had a train to catch. I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up on my pelvis, changing the angle of his thrusts, such as they were, to being more direct, a bit deeper—ensuring that, when the thrusts picked up intensity as he neared ejaculation, he wouldn't dislodge from me. He was paying me extra for barebacking. It wouldn...
Ever since he had moved to the new college town to teach, David had had a hard time meeting guys. The move was about 100 miles from his old college, but it might as well have been a thousand. He had started to miss Charlie and all the other young guys who surrounded him at his old college. He was an attractive guy. He worked hard to keep his body in good s...
David had a beautiful yard and backyard garden thanks to the hard work of Colin. The big muscled hunk transformed the pitiful excuse of a yard into a thing of beauty. He kept the yard mowed and neat. The hedges trimmed. The flowerbeds were always in flower. It was a miniature paradise. Colin had started back to school, and so he found it too hard to work at...
Hi everyone, Apologies for taking so long. I was busy and didn't want to hurry with this chapter. I've invested a lot in the writing of this chapter, trying to illustrated every emotion, every character and designing the story. Hoping you like it! :) ********* "What do you mean you won't go?" Tiara whispered excitedly waving her hands frantically. The pro...
"I will definitely be calling," those were his exact words, but it's been three days, and nothing. If he had no intention of calling, he shouldn't have said anything; he is a fucking asshole! I needed to vent to someone, so I told my friend, Karen, while we waited for the professor to get to the classroom. "Well... maybe he got busy with work; you did say h...
Walking home from professor Summers' office was one of the most embarrassing, humbling, humiliating and EROTIC experiences of my life. It was about a 25 minute walk through the south end of campus to my dorm and I was wearing only a short pair of blue mesh shorts which I had sweated through and used to wipe up multiple loads of cum. Professor Summers had kep...
I was attending my first year of college at a small college where I had received a scholarship in swimming. I am bisexual, but not open about it and did not want anyone at school to know that I also liked men. Being in great shape with a lean, hard body I had no problems finding women but did not want a serious relationship, so I had several "friends with...
Before you read this story, there are a few things you should consider: 1. It contains graphic descriptions of sex between men. In some cases, these depictions may get kinky, and include borderline S&M. 2. It is set in the early 1960s, an era before the Civil Rights Act of 1964 when segregation and discrimination were the norm. African Americans were refer...