Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
The world swirled around him in a wash of dazzling colours and bright lights. It was beautiful and intoxicating and he wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch the stars that danced like a halo around his bed. He stepped quietly out of the bedroom and made his way out towards gilded balcony doors. A young lord, Tate didn't even know his name, lay sl...
Buddy squeezed my hand tightly as we entered my apartment. After we kicked off our shoes he took the lead and, smiling puckishly, pulled me straight to my bedroom. I'd creamed my pants spectacularly less than half an hour ago, but the stirrings I felt now assured me I would still have plenty left for him. It was dizzying how quickly the best day of my life...
I replayed last night again and again all day. The result, I was hard and horny when I arrived home. Tossing my briefcase to the chair, I flopped on the couch and loosened my tie. Grabbing my crotch, I started to grope myself as the amazing sex played through my head. I grasped myself hard, squeezing my nuts until they ached. Opening my eyes, I noticed somet...
Author's note: The second chapter is finally here!. This will entail the past and present, with a little self play in here. The sex is coming, just be patient with me. The second half of the barbecue will happen in chapter 3. Thank you for your amazing feedback and I am still in search of an editor. * The few days between the invitation and the barbecue m...
Hey, friends. Thank you for your kind words; I'm sure many of you suffer from your own demons, and it's nice to be met with such understanding. Hopefully y'all will find the narrative labels practically and stylistically acceptable. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about them. I can't promise updates particularly soon, but I have the story completely...
The text read simply, "CAN U CUM TO MY OFFICE NOW. I WOULD LIKE 2 DISCUSS YOUR PROJECT AND MY SUPPORT". Ben Knight was a well-known businessman in my town. Wealthy, powerful, good looking - the works. We met once a couple of years ago briefly. He'd spoken at an event and, along with quite a few other attendees, I got in line to shake his hand. What I rememb...
Chestnut Falls, 1949 My breath had become ragged as I pumped my dick harder. I closed my eyes tighter and tried to ignore the sound of my mother's vacuum cleaner coming from downstairs. Why did she insist on beginning her housework so early in the morning? I bit my lip and pumped faster, then slower, softer. My bed was creaking. It was no use, it just wasn'...
Chapter One Ted was really excited about his plans to go hiking on his own up north in the wilderness. He was out of work and needed to get out of the city in order to take time to think about what he wanted to do. At 30 years of age he was in one of those in between spaces somewhat lost and not knowing what he wanted out of life. Ted stood about 5 feet 7 i...
* This story has slightly incestuous scenes.* *** Autumn had just about arrived. We had had our first cold snap and now it was Indian summer, hot days with cool nights. Willy, Tate, Cleo and Harp were all working for the Sheriff now while juggling classes at the college. We had electricity and hot running water and the boys were talking about having an el...