A quick one about the college of my dreams. Thanks to LarryInSeattle. ============ "Mr. Goyette, please read us your translation." "I'm sorry Professor but I haven't completed the assignment." "Indeed? I hope you have an excellent excuse. You must be aware that I have a very strict policy regarding the timely completion of assigned work. Latin is not a...
I couldn't believe I put myself in this situation. Of course it was my own arrogance and stupidity, but in my 19 years I never had a problem that didn't work itself out on its own. Now here I was on the verge of losing my scholarship grant and telling my parents that I would need $25,000/year to stay in school and finish my degree. Not only would they be ang...
I crawled up onto the couch and fell asleep, still feeling my ass tingle from all the pounding and my face still sticky from hot cum. John was the first to wake up and hit the shower. I wandered into the bathroom and watched him, wanting more of what I had the night before. I needed more. He looked at me intently, stroking his cock slowly, inviting me to j...
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’ve told you how I met Anthony [First Time With A Man]. At a porno video store visiting in his town on business. About half drunk. Sucked his big, black cock through a glory hole. He sucked me off. Invited himself to my hotel room. We sucked some more. He fucked me. After that I visited his town as often as possible for him to use me. Eventually he used m...
This is a true story, as told to me by an Army buddy. The names, places, etc. have been changed. "Just keep your underwear on, son. Don't take off any more than that, and you'll stay out of trouble." My father told me that when I was seven or eight, when he caught my cousin and me "playing with each other." Never forgot that. Even in the years when I didn'...
Again hearing these words that should have repulsed me, in actuality made me proud, I was serving Master as his pig and doing a good job, the mental transformation was moving at pace. Any doubts or thoughts of me being a man and a straightish one at that had evaporated completely. I tried to think of what time it was and realized that it was probably only...
I close my eyes and inhale. Count to ten. Sounds and smells invade the world behind closed lids, polite and subtle, not like the constant blaring insistence of sight. The crisp metallic hum of the computer on the desk in front of me. Nearby, the steady, seductive rasp of pages turning--patient, smooth, the rate of a browser, not a page faster or slower li...
For an instant, I could think clearly: What the fuck have you let yourself in for, man?? Your mouth is in a big 'O', a man's cock is down your throat (the same cock that fucked you on the jogging trail), and you just caught the guy in your house using that cock to fuck your son! It's true, damn, it's true. I clenched my eyes shut in shame. Have to admit it:...