"Oh... yeah... ahhh!" By now I'd done this often enough to be able to tell from Leander's moans how close he was to shooting his load. He gripped the back of my head — that meant he was very close, and that he wanted me to swallow. I wasn't going to refuse him, but I struggled a bit anyway, tried to pull back. You know, just for show. It worked like a char...
My name is Jesse, and I am openly bisexual. A masculine bisexual. I come from a family were nobody really cares about your sexual orientation so, as soon as I turned 14, I knew it would be alright to have sex with girls AND with boys. I was a very premature guy, so I had my first gay experience when I was 15 with one of my friend who was 2 months younger tha...
Chapter 3: Chatting ~*~Side B~*~ My first day at school was really great. I wasn't really expecting to make friends or even get welcomed this nicely and everyone's cool. There are some stupid guys here and there who tried to tease me, but as soon as Ray steps in, the jerks stop bothering me, and it all ends up as playful teasing. Chris and his friends ar...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
NOTE: OMG Guys. Thanks for the feedback. I promise I will try hard to stop the confusing change of POV.J And I really need an editor, can't find one. I tried the list in the website but nobody replied. So, I am saying sorry in advanced for errors and stuff. Also, any volunteers? Send me your email through private feedback and I will send you the new chapte...
Here it is fellow readers, the third chapter! This chapter is longer than the other two, so no one will be disappointed. I am currently writing the fourth chapter, it may take longer since classes started but I will post as soon as possible. I want to thank Allegramarks for her editing skills! Thank You!!! BRENDAN I arrived at school more early than ever,...
The ride to school was quiet, my lovable sidekick missing from my passenger seat. Dean had left the previous day, heading back to New York with his parents. Of course I sent him off at the airport. "You be good now." I said as I hugged him. "Since when have I ever been good?" He rebutted, chuckling. "I'll miss you." "This isn't goodbye." I said. Dean was...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
"Diante, Vamanos..." Diante Morillo heard his mom's call from down the hall. "Okay..." he answered, pulling his black locks into a ponytail. He tried to keep it neat since both his folks threatened they would drag him to a barber. When he finished, he brushed off his black slacks. Diante loved to dress well even going to Juarez. He felt his outfits were e...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. If this fact bothers you that much, kindly quit reading now. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of, yes it jumps around too much, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it'...