I was spared more humiliation after telling Ms. Lin from my seat that I had nothing to add, but I think she might have known my secret for why I was pinned to the desk. Class mercifully ended and I headed back to my dorm. Clark was gone but a pair of his boxers was strewn across the floor. I normally passed them without a second-glance, or with a hint of a...
(A note to readers: Yes, I know this story does not have any gay sex in it, but it is primarily setting the stage for chapters to come. That being said, let me know what you think. A big thanks to LaRascasse for her editing.) * I stood at the bottom of the hill, facing my dorm. I had just arrived at college. It was mid August and my truck was packed full....
Running a soccer camp can be very stressful. It's a lot of organizing and planning that must be done before the players arrive. When they arrive, that's when the fun begins. Most of these young men are between the ages of eighteen and twenty, most come from good homes and have been playing soccer for a few years. This is a camp to expand on their skills and...
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'...
Rice stood up from his chair and went into the bathroom; he had to wipe all of the sticky cum from his naked tanned thigh. The excess on his hand he licked clean, he loved the way he tasted. Rice smiled in the mirror, his dirty tangled blonde hair made him look like a surfer boy. Grinning, he stared deep into his blue-grey eyes and admired himself, 5’ 6”, sh...
Morning came crashing in swiftly. The persistent cry of the alarm clock was a dutiful reminder that a new day was abound. It was awful to wake up to another cold, winter morning. Quite frankly, it was akin to being stuck in the grey doldrums: always depressed and yearning to escape. It was light outside simply because that's how the science of light worked....
My name is Dylan. I am hot, much hotter than anyone I have encountered in the past 20 years. I have rippling waves of abs, each of which are equally as ripped as the next. The girls crawl over me, leaving no spot unattended to. My smooth back, toned legs (hairless of course) and curved ass. I keep up with a nice tan, all over. I am drooled over and named the...
Last season I played soccer in college. I enjoyed playing so much, however, I enjoyed what came after a whole lot more. One night after losing our home game, I walked up the field, and up to the school gym. I was a freshman in college, 20 years old on the soccer team. After our home games, no one usually showered at school.. the guys normally just drove hom...
We all know someone or have heard of someone who has an addiction. Addictions are dangerous, both for the people who are addicted and those who care about them. But what happens when someone's addiction is their only source of joy and it harms no one? Can it really be considered an addiction? By nature, addictions are harmful. Or are they? Can certain addict...
Stefan almost had me that warm afternoon in the summer pavilion of the Eisler country house in the Vienna Woods. We had played two sets of tennis, stripped down to our shorts in the unusual August heat on the mountainside above Vienna, and I knew by the way he looked at me that he wanted me. And, truth be told, I think I wanted him as well. I'd always had th...