Since none of us had school and everyone was tired we all just slept in me and Ian's dorm. When I woke up they were gone and it was just me and Chris (which I really didn't mind at all). I went back to sleep for a good hour and when I woke up this time I was staring into soft, warm, concerned turquoise eyes. They looked so sad and I didn't know what to do so...
His massive forearms slowly tightened like a vise across my head, cutting off the supply of oxygen rich blood to my brain. I tried to break the hold to no avail, and next thing I knew, the gym slowly faded out... I awoke I don't know how much later, but Zach was gone. I had a pretty good headache going and a bitter taste in my mouth. And not just from losin...
I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking...
Don't believe in stereotypes, they're not worth anything! If anyone tells you different, don't believe him or her. Just ask me. My name is Kelvin Monpoint, and I'm a brother with a story to share with you. I hear a lot of trash talk about bisexual men in the Black Community. As an openly bisexual man of Haitian descent, I find all that crap ridiculous. Serio...
Letting the situation go was really bugging me and I wanted to scream so bad. I needed to hit something anything to get this off my mind. This boy is really working my nerves. Who in the fuck is this D guy and what the fuck did he do? I sat next to Draven and he looked happy. I didn't want to ruin the moment so I just relaxed. Everyone was cracking up at the...
My mind was racing and I could barely think straight. He tasted so damn good! I love it I love it I love it! I didn't want to but I had to because I needed air so I ended the kiss so I could breathe. He looked hurt and I felt bad so I kissed him again this time more passionate than the last one. He felt so good and soft. I just know he belonged in my arms fo...
I was eyeballing that sexy bastard all fucking afternoon before he finally noticed me. I don't normally check out guys like that. Especially guys like him. However, I am not myself these days. A combination of anger, lust and pain has driven me over the edge. Crowley Jean is the name. My friends call me C.J. Who am I? A big and tall Black man of Haitian desc...
There is no explicit sex in this one. Just a story. If that disappoints you then find the back button. ***** Nine times out of ten, if I'm in the emergency room at two o clock in the morning it's because someone is a jackass. Either a jackass caused it or the person there is a jackass. Either way, it's enough to drive a sane man into a rage after a certain...
Here is the second chapter of "I Love New York". Thank you so much for all the great feedback on the first chapter! This chapter will delve more into characters and Devon's transition into New York. While it's a bit different, I hope you all enjoy it. ~PeterPanics * It was needless to say that I missed my flight. I had twenty minutes to shower, get to the...
It was Christmas Eve, nearly midnight when the couple settled into their bed for the night. They had tucked in the grandchildren with kisses and promises of presents tomorrow. Their excited bodies refused sleep, until grandma sang softly to them and watched them drift to sleep. There was a game of pool set up for the brothers and brothers-in-law, the four of...