This chapter contains graphic sex scenes and adult language between two consenting adult males. If that is not your thing you may want to try a different story. If you like what you read, that is because I had amazing help in the form of a very talented editor, Bert_Fegg (from a different site). He took many, many hours of his free time to find all (or most...
I decided that if I was going to add Haiti to my list of countries visited, disembarking for a day's frolic in the fenced and well-guarded Disneyesque pleasure enclave of Labadee was the way to go. I was trying to push my collection over the hundred-country list, and, thanks to Henry Goslan the Third's money and patronage, I was well on my way. Henry was pu...
Kyle Bryce turned off the shower in the cheap motel room his new benefactor had gotten for them to stay in, and the teen had to admit that after a couple of days on the road it felt good to be fresh again. The shower was Mr. Wilbur's idea, although Kyle was going to take advantage of the facility anyway, because the way this cross-country trip was going he...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
How long have I been bisexual? Good question. For as long as I can remember, my fascination with sex involved both genders. My actual experiences as a youth, however, always involved girls, women, whatever, the female of the species. There was always a part of me that focused on the men when viewing porn. Was I projecting myself into their role, imagining my...
It was late. Correction. It was really late. Like going on 3am late. And I was still in the Fine Arts building. There are many perks to being a music major, but late night practice sessions are one of the biggest downsides. It was nearing the end of the semester, which meant juries were soon. Juries are playing exams where each student plays for all the...
Many people assume that they are the only ones who have a tough life. What a load of bull! My name is Steve Darcy and I am a Haitian-American police officer and part-time community mentor living in the city of Brockton. My message is to all the people in this world who think they have it tough. Please, folks, shut the hell up! We're all bombarded with messag...
-- Thank you to everyone for your feedback and encouragement. Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. The first part of the story is told from Rory's POV -- I turned at the sound of voices outside. Lights, oddly chequered and orange-tinged, were now flickering through the blinds, as well. I was confused and rolled over in my bed. From what I could tel...
Ali had sent me home with a trusted friend whom I did not know. He seemed nice enough and I sat between him and his cub, a tall, pale, brown-haired boy a few years older than me. We raced home though I couldn't see much through the dark windows. Dr. Hamad was waiting for me when the SUV pulled up to the front of Ali's family home. The lion in charge of tak...
Greetings, citizens of the world. My name is Jameson Lycos Brandeis. A tall, good-looking young black man with a rather unique story to tell. I'm a young Haitian man who lives in the state of Massachusetts. Currently, I attend the Massachusetts Military Institute or MMI. It's the largest military college in the state. Actually, it's one of the few remaining...