This is the story of how 19 year old Caleb Jensen found himself in the sexual predicament of a lifetime. It was the fall rush season and Caleb had been accepted as a pledge at the USC frat of his choice: Tau Kappa Epsilon. Their off-campus reputation was legendary and they threw incredible parties that people talked about for weeks. The girls that attend...
I waited anxiously just as he had requested. Lying on the living room couch, with the soft sounds of moaning coming from the gay porn playing on the TV. I laid still, quiet, eyes closed and I was dressed just as he had requested. Wearing my full uniform, the white shirt and colored tie, my navy blue pants were held tight with a black belt. I wore black socks...
"Ever wrestle before?" It was an odd question to come out of nowhere from someone I had just barely got to know. I stopped walking and looked down at my skinny frame for a moment, then back to the face of my college schoolmate. "Are you kidding?" I replied, laughing. "Do I look like a wrestler to you?" Perry, who really wasn't that much bigger than me phy...
Part 5: Morning Activities Long before my hungover mind wanted to, I heard an alarm go off in our room. The door sprang open and our six mentors came in with our morning instructions. We were all prohibited from taking a leak until each of us had given a semen sample. What the sample was for was not explained. We were given little cups to cum into and instr...
Summary: Black teen mistakes straight man for cock sucker in bathroom Note 1: This is a 2017 April Fool's Day Contest story so please vote. Thanks to: TexBeethoven, Robert and Wayne for editing this VERY short story. Black Dick: A Mistaken Identity There is a popular saying: wrong place, wrong time. And for a moment or two that was definitely me. I...
I think that I was high. I had gone down to a friend's dorm room to see if he could hook me up with some marijuana. The year was 1973, and I was a freshman at a big, midwestern university. My name is Jack (6 feet, 202 pounds, high school athlete from the suburbs of Detroit). Up until today, I had never smoked pot. I decided that I wanted to try it, and my ro...
I was nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs by the time Tuesday night came. Terry was amused by my second-guessing and what-iffing, which was amplified when I saw that the two of them had Facebook-friended each other the day after the party and-I assumed-were talking about what as going to happen without including me. Terry came into my room aft...
*Hello! and welcome to my new series, The boy from the Sea. All characters are 18+ One of my pet peeves is annoying exposition, so to avoid confusion, this series takes place in a world similar, but not equal, to Victorian Great Britain. I do this because I am not historically accurate, and that is my other pet peeve. Please Enjoy!* The township of Haven...
Tank was already half way to Charlottesville on I-64 before he realized he was taking the long way to Tennessee—that going across state on 360 would have been better. But in the longer-than-necessary drive through Virginia, he also was beginning to learn that having a dog took effort. Bull started to whine along about the second turnoff into Charlottesville...
This is a true story from when I was a grad student in college hanging out with my best friend Jordan. We bonded over pot, South Park, music, and intellectual conversation. I could easily have imagined marrying him, if he were gay; he's one of the most deep connections in my life. On this particular day, at his request, I showed him how to manscape, which en...